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So there is a lot of bad stuff going on right now, and I'm sure there are lots of people feeling hopeless and thinking of suicide. Well, I've been suicidal for 21 years and I have a few practical pieces of advice for surviving that I rarely see in other places but I think have done more to keep me off the ledge than almost anything.
1. Don't feel guilty for wanting to kill yourself. Life can be extremely painful, and you are not weak, a coward, or irrational for considering the obvious way to alleviate that pain. Guilt on top of the rest of your pain will not help, and you are not a bad person. You are going to have to tell yourself this a lot.
2. If you think you might do it, find an excuse to live. This is different from a reason to live in that it is short term and shallow. For years my excuse was that I still had enough money to buy a pizza and I'd be damned if I didn't get my last pizza before I died, and if i still wanted to kill myself after the pizza then I had lost nothing. I swear this kept me alive through some of the hardest years of my life.
3. If you have an online friend you can trust, ask if they would be willing to do check in duty occasionally on your worst nights. It's very simple, on bad days where hurting yourself is a real possibility, ask your friend if they can send you a message at regular intervals, say 15 or 20 minutes, confirming that you are safe. It can be as simple as "check?", with you responding "I'm ok". Being immediately held accountable makes not doing it so much easier. I asked a friend to help me like this about two weeks ago to deal with a really bad self harm day and the difference between trying to do it on your own and simple check ins is astounding. It hurts so much less.
4. You die with nothing left on the table. This is for when it's over and you are going to kill yourself. You have a plan, you are ready, and you want to. At this point you are effectively dead. Which means there are no consequences. You can finally do the thing that you were always too scared to do. Maybe it's quitting your job, or confessing to your crush. For me it was coming out as trans. This is your last ditch effort, so if it blows up in your face and ruins everything it is no loss because your plan will still work tomorrow. You were already dead anyway, who cares if you left behind a bit more chaos.
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A few things.
First, this is a delightfully dumb take. No one owes you a vote for a candidate who fails to represent their interests in the slightest and expecting those people to vote for your candidate because âthe other guy is worseâ is self centred and childish. Elections are popularity contests to decide which member of the bourgeoisie will figurehead your oppression for the next term, if your preferred oppressor didnât win, then they didnât do enough to convince people to vote for them. And it wonât really matter anyway, the other guy can and will oppress you just as well.
And second as someone who lives outside of the United States and occasionally has to deal with the consequences of your foreign policy fucking with my life, you silly bastards electing an incompetent to head of state means your empire might just hasten its sad decline and have less time and resources to fuck with everyone else.
I feel for you, I know what itâs like to have conservative powers gain control of your country and promise to make your life miserable. But you still sit at the centre of the worldâs most terrible empire and shaming people for not wanting to engage with your beloved âgenocide liteâ˘ď¸â candidate isnât the shrewd political realism you seem to think it is.
Stay safe out there
All y'all fuckers when you say you ain't gonna vote
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get started in meat rabbits masterpost!
yesterday i accidentally hijacked a friend's post and got way more engagement than i expected, which is both amazing and exhausting. so today i present to you: a big post full of resources and answers to the most common questions i've been getting! please refer to this now before dming me with questions <3
information below the cut!
why rabbits?
because they're one of (and in my opinion, THE,) best small-scale meat animal out there. they are relatively small, extremely quiet, can live in cages and therefore do not take up much space, and have a higher feed conversion rate (meaning they make more meat per lb of feed) than chickens, and their poop is AMAZING for gardening! in the footprint of a washer and dryer you can have a trio of breeding animals and space for growing out their litters if you use stacking cages. you just can't beat that.
what do they taste like?
like chicken or turkey. domestic rabbit meat is a very mild, white meat, and can be substituted for chicken in almost every meal. most of my rabbit i grind into mince and use it in place of ground beef. my rabbits, at least, get enough fat to make it unnecessary to cut the mince with pork or beef fat, so even the burgers are really juicy!
how much do they cost?
this depends heavily on where you live, though imo they have a fairly low upfront cost relative to other livestock. your biggest upfront expensive will be cages, though you can find good deals on cages and other equipment at livestock auctions/swaps and craiglist/kijiji/similar. the rabbits themselves can be anywhere from free to $100+, though i personally would not pay more than $30-$35 USD for a meat animal (but again, your average prices may vary.) after that, it's all in the price of feed.
feed costs vary from area to area and brand to brand - generally a locally milled feed will be a bit more cost-effective but they can also be lower quality so do your research. depending on your area, you can also feed rabbits partially or even completely on forage or pasture, just make sure you keep an eye on your parasite loads and weights to ensure they are eating enough.
this is a good site that discusses rabbit safe forage: https://riseandshinerabbitry.com/2012/02/26/safe-food-list-for-rabbits/
and this is a good site discussing hay: https://hoppyharlequinsrabbitry.weebly.com/hay-chart.html
this page is focused on other larger livestock but is a decent basic rundown on reading a feed lablel: https://s3.wp.wsu.edu/uploads/sites/2070/2023/03/FS138E_Reading-a-Feed-Tag.pdf
and a basic overview of rabbit nutrition: https://www.merckvetmanual.com/exotic-and-laboratory-animals/rabbits/nutrition-of-rabbits#Pelleted-Diets_v54343534
i do not personally believe that feeding hay is necessary for rabbits to be healthy, which is contrary to what most of you may have heard from online sources. we'll talk about that in a minute. all commercially-available pelleted rabbit feets are made with hay, and the 'long-stem' thing you read about is based on studies in ruminant animals that DO need a 'grass mat' to digest properly...but rabbits are not ruminants. they chew up their hay into fine dust, which is basically what pellets are anyway.
what other equipment do i need?
obviously, your first step should be cages. i prefer cages that are either 24x24 or 30x30 inches depending on the size of the rabbit. you generally want a cage big enough for the animal to lay flat on its belly with its legs out and not touch at least one of the sides (i prefer them to be able to touch none,) and tall enough that they can sit up comfortably. i like to err on the side of larger for breeding does, since their nestbox will take up floor space for a few weeks, and the kits need room to run around and grow before they are weaned. weaned kits need a larger cage or hutch to grow out in until they are eating size.
these cages can be wire bottomed or solid bottomed, just be aware of the hygiene differences between these styles of cages. wire cages are not evil, and will not harm a rabbit's feet provided it has proper density of fur. you can avoid foot problems by buying and breeding rabbits with well-furred feet.
other necessary equipment includes: feeders (j-feefers or pro-b feeders are my favourites), some way to provide water such as bottles, crocks, or an automatic watering system, a hay rack if you want to provide hay, grooming tools such as combs and brushes (if applicable; most rabbits will not need much grooming,) nail clippers, a first-aid kit containing things such as scissors, vet wrap, antibiotic gels and drops, saline solution, fenbendazole (brand name panacur, a dewormer,) gas medications such as simethicone/gas-x, critical care (a specially formulated powdered feed that you can mix into a gruel and syringe feed rabbits that won't eat on their own,) probiotic powder, electrolyte powder, and of course, toys!
make sure any provided toys are edible (so avoid plastic,) and will not get turned into mush and cause dirty mats in the cage when peed on. toilet paper and paper towel tubes are great, as are just chunks of untreated lumber offcuts, wooden baby blocks, or soda boxes. if you have some splurging money, bird toy websites like abirdtoy.com have amazing selections of things that rabbits love destroying. i recommend the refillable skewers!
what about vet care?
this is a fairly divisive topic. most vets do not know much about rabbits, and those that do are typically operating on outdated or simply untrue information, with research funded by animal rights groups. therefore, a lot of meat and show breeders do not trust or use vets unless the situations are dire or there is disease testing to be done, and then generally we'll go to our state's ag exstension or college lab. i don't want to come off as anti-vet, i am far from it. but i and most people i know have not had good experiences with vets treating rabbits.
in general, exotic animal vet care (and yes, rabbits are considered exotic pets,) is extremely cost-prohibitive in general, much less when you have multiple animals. like most farmers, rabbit breeders typically handle basic medical situations ourselves.
medirabbit is a great resource for rabbit medical information including illnesses and medication dosages: https://www.medirabbit.com/
how many rabbits do i need?
the average litter size is between 5 and 8 kits, and rabbits can breed montly (though i recommend giving the girls breaks between litters depending on how they kept condition.) a trio of one buck and two does can produce a very good amount of meat for a one or two person household. my spouse and i lived on five or six litters a year for a very long time, using rabbit as our primary meat source!
do they need friends?
no. despite what house rabbit circles tell you, rabbits do NOT need companions and in fact having cagemates can stress them out unnecessarily. rabbits live in warrens in the wild, yes, but that is a survival tactic and the warrens are usually very violent and only work because they can run away when they need to. in capitivity, rabbits that are cohabitated can and commonly will KILL one another. it is much safer and less stressful to keep rabbits in their own spaces. i promise they won't mind.
rabbit colonies, where they are raised together in more 'natural' systems, are becoming very popular with homesteading circles but you should not jump into colonies as your first way to keep rabbits. they require just as much if not even more time and effort to manage than your typical cage setup. plus, you have to have the space to do that, which not everyone has.
can you help me find rabbits?
maybe! if you live in the united states and are comfortable sharing your local craigslist, i can take a look and link you to any rabbits or equipment i think would be worth your time. if you are local to me in western washington's i-5 corridor counties, i may have rabbits i can sell you for the price of feed and gas, but that depends on availability. if you are on the olympic peninsula in kitsam, jefferson, or clallam counties, hit up my buddy ren @buttonbuckfarm for similar services.
arent't they really fragile?
yes and no. rabbits are prey animals with an extremely specialised digestive system. if you are familiar with horses...same deal. if a rabbit stops eating, it will die, and they love bloating/colicking just like horses. there are also a few diseases that are common in rabbits that you should keep an eye out for, especially if you pasture or forage raise.
that being said, rabbits are not made of glass. you can flip them, you can poke them, prod them, put them in a car, drive them across the country, and squish them into weird shapes on a show table. as long as you take precautions during stressful situations and desensitise them to things like handling and transport early, they're shockingly physically hardy despite their sensitive guts.
i'm scared to kill them...what if i mess up?
it's perfectly understandable to fear the end of the process of raising rabbits. and accidents do happen. slaughter is a skill that must be practiced, and maybe you can take solace in knowing that we have all messed one up at some point or another. when this happens, the only thing you can do is try again as quickly as you can until you can confirm the animal is dead. and then take a minute to decompress.
it comes easy to me, but i know that is not true for everyone. but i am a firm believer that if you are going to eat meat, you should know where it comes from and how it gets to your plate. the best thing we can do for our food is to give it a wonderful life, kill as kindly as we can, and use as much of it as we are able.
here is the AVMA's list of approved humane slaughter methods: https://www.avma.org/sites/default/files/2020-02/Guidelines-on-Euthanasia-2020.pdf
and you can find pretty good videos of the various methods demonstrated on rabbits specifically on youtube:
broomstick, choke chain, bunny ballista, hopper popper
please be aware that the above videos show animals being killed. though if you are reading this i imagine you are prepared to see that.
how do i process them once they're dead?
this is another one you can find pretty good videos of online. visiting a local rabbit show may get you in contact with someone willing to teach you in person, as well!
i am working on a big project website that is basically all i think you should know about raising rabbits, which will include detailed slaughter, skinning, and butchering videos, though as of now these are not available. i plan to have this project at least usably done by the end of the year!
ok so what's the thing with pet owners vs breeders
you may have noticed that i've been doing some 'as you may have heard' debunking in this post. that's because there is a very huge divide between the beliefs and practices of pet rabbit owners versus show and meat breeders and owners. why? well, that's complicated, but the big bad evil guy that is the first place to point at is the House Rabbit Society, or HRS.
the house rabbit society is basically rabbit PETA. i am not joking. here is a big masterpost on all their bullshittery: https://www.tumblr.com/o-i-have-too/185596917579/a-masterpost-of-house-rabbit-society-bullshit
i know this comes off as me having an agenda, and i guess i can't say that i don't, but i believe that the HRS' rules and rhetoric are not just wrong they are actively dangerous to follow. i have owned rabbits for nearly a decade and have produced more somewhere in the 1,500 range of animals in that time. i have owned a LOT of rabbits and have experienced all the different ways they can thrive and die and have done a lot of experimenting to find what works. just about everything the HRS says about caring for rabbits is blatantly false according to my experience. proper wire cage floors do not destroy feet. rabbits do not need hay if they eat a good pelleted diet. pellets are not evil or 'fattening' or the main cause of stasis. rabbits do not need leafy greens or veggies. rabbits do not need to be bonded. they are perfectly happy living alone, in cages. flipping a rabbit is not torture and is in fact sometimes necessary for many reasons. meat and show breeders are generally not contributing to the 'overpopulation' problem - if we don't want an animal most of us just eat them. breeding for meat is not evil if it's done appropriately and they are killed humanely.
unfortunately the HRS won the google SEO game and so their website and the sites of others that believe their rhetoric are the only thing that comes up on the first pages of search results. i'm not saying you have to blindly trust me, but i have the experience, and the combined experience of many of my peers both online and offline, that says that basically everything they believe in and preach is just...not true.
anyway that's it, hope this answers most of your questions! i may add to this in the future depending on what other questions i may get. stay tuned for updates on my website project and in general more farm content, rabbit and otherwise :)
#homesteading#rabbits#meat rabbits#animal death /#farming#time to go outside and enjoy the sun...been sitting here too long writing this haha
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hi hi! I love your writing and was wondering about what youâd think everyoneâs reaction to a drunk us. Maybe we went drinking together and were a lightweight or something (idk đĽ˛) anyways thank youuuuu!!!
X-Men x Drunk!Reader (Part.1)
How they deal with their drunk s/o (Part.1)
A night out with your partner quickly turns wild as your tipsy self unleashes a little chaos around.
Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Bobby Drake, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Emma Frost, Raven DarkhĂślme & Laura Kinney
I was extremely inspired by this prompt, thank you <3
Logan Howlett aka. Wolverine
- Logan is absolutely used to handling chaos, but nothing quite prepares him for the brand of trouble you unleash when tipsy. When youâre several drinks in and decide itâs a good idea to start a spontaneous dance battle with some random patrons, Logan just sighs and crosses his arms, watching with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Heâs tempted to pull you away but canât deny how much heâs enjoying the show.
- Heâs mostly unfazed when you start taking your "battle" a bit too far, challenging one particularly large guy to a dance-off. Logan leans against the bar with a smirk, ready to step in if things get out of hand. He figures you can handle yourself, but if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, heâs already prepared to make his presence known.
- When you stumble over to him, grinning like youâve just won a gold medal, he can't help but chuckle, pulling you close and whispering, âYouâre a handful, yâknow that?â But itâs clear heâs enjoying this different side of you, especially when you insist on dragging him onto the dance floor despite his protests. Logan grumbles but lets you lead, his usual stoicism softening just for you.
- Itâs when you try to order âa round for everyoneâ on his tab that Logan decides enough is enough. He firmly wraps an arm around your waist and steers you away from the bar, muttering about how heâs ânot made of moneyâ as you laugh and lean into him. Heâs torn between scolding you and letting out a laugh of his own.
- On the walk home, you ramble about the night, sharing exaggerated stories and embellishments that make Logan roll his eyes but secretly cherish every word. Despite his gruff exterior, he listens to every detail, finding the way you see the world endlessly entertaining and a perfect counterbalance to his own guarded nature.
- By the time youâre back, Loganâs more than happy to tuck you in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Youâre finally starting to settle, mumbling something about how much fun you had with him. He just smiles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. âYouâre trouble,â he murmurs, though you can hear the affection in his voice. He wouldnât have it any other way.
Remy LeBeau aka. Gambit
- Remy absolutely thrives on chaos, and heâs more than ready to encourage it the moment he sees youâve had a few drinks. When you suddenly decide itâs a great idea to âborrowâ someoneâs hat and start spinning it around like a magician, Remyâs right there, egging you on with a wicked grin and suggesting even wilder antics. âGo on, chĂŠrie, show âem what you got.â
- Heâs delighted when you turn to him with that mischievous sparkle in your eye, pulling him into your impromptu show. You two quickly become the center of attention as he plays along, letting you use his trench coat for added flair while he flourishes a deck of cards with his signature charm, drawing oohs and ahhs from the crowd.
- When you start loudly declaring that Remyâs âthe best-looking man in the room,â he just smirks and pulls you close, whispering, âTell me somethinâ I donât know, ma belle.â You can tell heâs absolutely eating up every bit of attention, and he makes sure to dip you dramatically on the dance floor, laughing along with you.
- Things escalate when you decide to start a card game with some nearby strangers, with Remyâs deck, of course. You might be a little hazy on the rules, but heâs having too much fun watching you bluff your way through. The two of you make a formidable (if slightly unorthodox) team, charming everyone at the table with your combined wit and unpredictability.
- Remy makes sure to keep you steady when you start wobbling a bit, an arm always draped around your shoulders as he guides you from one bit of chaos to the next. Heâs vigilant without being obvious, letting you have your fun while ensuring no one gets too handsy or tries to take advantage of your state.
- When the night winds down, he insists on carrying you back if youâre stumbling, laughing when you protest that you can walk just fine. Once home, he lays you on the bed with exaggerated gentleness, grinning down at you with that signature smirk of his. âMa belle, you certainly know how tâ keep things interestinâ,â he whispers before placing a soft kiss on your hand. For Remy, nights like this with you are what make life exciting.
Kurt Wagner aka. Nightcrawler
- Kurt is simultaneously amused and a bit alarmed when he realizes youâre tipsy. Heâs not used to you being so bold, so when you start loudly complimenting him and declaring him âthe handsomest guy in the room,â his cheeks turn a dark shade of blue. He tries to calm you down, but youâre too busy grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the dance floor.
- At first, Kurtâs hesitant to join you, worried that his appearance might draw stares. But youâre so unbothered and so full of joy that he canât help but relax, letting you lead him. His movements are clumsy but endearing, and he laughs along with you, his tail swishing in rhythm as he finally lets go of his worries, at least for tonight.
- When you start insisting on âshowing everyone his bamf trick,â Kurt chuckles nervously, trying to talk you out of it. But youâre persistent, so he finally gives in, teleporting the two of you across the room in a puff of smoke. Your delighted laughter is infectious, and he starts teleporting you both to random spots around the club, filling the room with giggles and gasps from onlookers.
- Eventually, you try to climb up on a table to make an âimportant announcement,â and Kurt quickly teleports you back down before you can get too carried away. Heâs laughing as he steadies you, but thereâs a hint of worry in his eyes. âMein liebe, maybe we should stick to safer activities, ja?â he teases, holding your hands firmly in his.
- As the night goes on, Kurt never strays far from your side. Heâs a mixture of amused, charmed, and just a little bit flustered by your antics, but heâs also keenly aware of the attention youâre drawing. When anyone tries to get a little too close, heâll bamf in between you and them, a protective look on his face as he politely but firmly keeps them at bay.
- Once youâre back home, heâs the sweetest caretaker, making sure youâre comfortable and tucking you in with a gentle smile. He holds your hand as you drift off, murmuring softly in German about how lucky he is to have someone as vibrant and fearless as you in his life. Even in your chaotic moments, Kurtâs love for you only grows stronger.
Scott Summers aka. Cyclops
- Scott is a bit hesitant when he notices youâve had a few too many drinks, but heâs dedicated to making sure youâre safe and enjoying yourself. When you start insisting on trying to wear his visor and âsee the world through his eyes,â heâs both flustered and exasperated, gently guiding your hands away with a laugh. âTrust me, you wouldnât want that,â he says, trying to keep a straight face as you pout.
- You surprise him by dragging him onto the dance floor, and Scott, ever the responsible one, initially tries to decline. But seeing you so excited and insistent, he finally gives in. He might be awkward at first, but he quickly adjusts to your rhythm, even pulling you close and twirling you in an attempt to match your enthusiasm.
- When you declare loudly to a few nearby patrons that Scott Summers is âthe best and most handsome leader,â he canât help but blush. Heâs clearly flattered and a bit embarrassed by the attention, but he just nods, smiling shyly, as you shower him with compliments. He feels oddly proud of your open affection, even if heâs a little overwhelmed by it.
- Scott keeps a close eye on you throughout the night, gently steering you away from any potential trouble or prying eyes. When someone bumps into you, causing you to stumble, heâs right there to steady you, one hand firmly on your waist. Heâs the picture of a protective boyfriend, subtly keeping others at bay while still letting you enjoy yourself.
- When you start to get a little too loud and insist on âmaking a toast to the greatest mutant leader ever,â Scott decides itâs probably time to get you home. He chuckles softly, catching your hand and guiding you out of the club, all the while listening to your increasingly dramatic proclamations of love and admiration. Heâs touched by it all, even if he wonât admit it.
- Back home, Scott helps you settle in, making sure youâre comfortable and well-hydrated. He sits by your side, holding your hand as you drowsily tell him how much you love him. Scott just smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âI love you too, even when youâre a handful,â he murmurs, content to stay by your side until you fall asleep.
Jean Grey aka. Marvel Girl / Phoenix
- Jean is equal parts entertained and concerned when she realizes youâre tipsy. Sheâs usually the responsible one, but she canât help but laugh when you start slurring your words and calling her your âfavorite telepathic goddess.â Jean blushes, clearly flattered by your adoration, and gently shushes you, though sheâs clearly enjoying every second of it.
- When you start dancing wildly, Jean initially tries to calm you down, worried about drawing attention. But seeing the joy in your eyes, she eventually lets her guard down and joins you, holding your hands and spinning you around as you laugh. Sheâs surprisingly graceful and a fantastic dancer, easily matching your energy and guiding you through the moves.
- At one point, you insist that you and Jean âshow off your telepathic connectionâ to the crowd. Jean laughs, gently steering you away from the idea. Instead, she subtly uses her powers to make sure you donât stumble, mentally guiding you to stay upright and steady. Her subtle help goes unnoticed by you, but sheâs just relieved to see you having fun.
- Jean finds herself laughing even more when you start a friendly debate with a nearby stranger about the âgeniusâ of her red hair. She canât believe how fiercely youâre defending her beauty, even as you insist itâs a âscientific factâ that sheâs the most gorgeous woman in the room. Jeanâs cheeks flush, and she wraps an arm around your waist, whispering, âYouâre adorable, you know that?â
- When you start to get tired, Jeanâs the perfect caretaker, gently guiding you out of the bustling club. She makes sure youâre cozy, even grabbing her own jacket to drape over your shoulders. She keeps a hand on you the entire way home, reassuring you and quietly laughing at your sleepy, affectionate murmurs.
- Once back, Jean gets you settled on the couch, brushing stray hair out of your face with the softest smile. You reach for her hand, mumbling something about how lucky you are to have her. She blushes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âIâm the lucky one,â she whispers, more to herself than to you, as she sits by your side until you drift off.
Ororo Munroe aka. Storm
- Ororo is incredibly amused when she realizes youâre tipsy; sheâs rarely seen this side of you, and she finds it adorable. When you start calling her your âqueen of the skiesâ and insisting she âmake it rain just for fun,â she laughs and gently pats your cheek, reminding you that some powers are best kept for emergencies.
- You grab her hand and pull her onto the dance floor, much to her surprise. Ororo might be a graceful and poised leader, but she has a playful side too. She lets you lead, laughing as you spin her around, her silver hair flowing around her as she dances with surprising ease. Itâs a rare sight, and you can tell sheâs having fun, loosening up just for you.
- When you start loudly telling everyone nearby that âOroro is the most powerful woman in the world,â she tries to shush you, laughing softly. Sheâs both flattered and slightly embarrassed by the attention, but she allows you to bask in her presence. Sheâll gently tease you for your enthusiasm, a fond look in her eyes as she watches you defend her honor.
- Ororoâs always watching out for you, subtly guiding you away from any potential trouble. If you start to stumble or look a little too wobbly, sheâs right there to steady you, her hand on your shoulder and a calm smile on her face. She finds a certain joy in taking care of you, grateful for this softer side of your relationship.
- At one point, you try to âcommand the windsâ like her, playfully imitating her powers. Ororo laughs, incredibly entertained by your antics. She doesnât mind the teasing, and she even indulges you by summoning a soft breeze that ruffles your hair, making you gasp in delight. âSee? The winds listen to you too,â she jokes with a wink.
- When youâre finally ready to head home, Ororo makes sure youâre comfortable, holding your hand and gently brushing your cheek as you murmur about how amazing she is. She chuckles softly, telling you stories of her adventures to help you relax. Once home, she tucks you in with a gentle kiss on your forehead, whispering, âSleep well, my love,â as she watches over you, content and deeply in love.
Anna Marie aka. Rogue
- Rogue is equal parts amused and nervous as she watches you go from a few drinks to a bit too tipsy. You start telling her sheâs âthe prettiest southern belle ever,â and she canât help but blush and laugh, giving you a playful shove. But thereâs a touch of worry in her eyesâsheâs protective and feels a need to make sure youâre okay.
- When you try to dance with her, Rogue hesitates, but your enthusiasm is contagious. She ends up joining you, making sure to keep her gloved hands carefully in place. Sheâs gentle but full of energy, matching your moves while constantly keeping an eye on you to make sure you donât trip over your own feet. Her laughter is light and warm, and she looks almost carefree.
- You start raving about how amazing Rogue is, telling random people nearby how sheâs âa hero who canât even touch people, but still manages to save the world.â She gets a bit flustered and shy, trying to hush you with a soft âsugar, thatâs enough,â but the pride in her eyes is unmistakable. No oneâs ever praised her like that before, and it means a lot.
- When someone accidentally bumps into you, and you look about ready to start a tipsy argument, Rogue steps in with a charming Southern drawl and defuses the situation. Sheâs got a sweet, calming presence when she wants to, and she manages to steer you away with ease, laughing about it afterward while holding your arm gently.
- Rogue knows when youâre reaching your limit and insists on taking you home, using a soft but firm tone to make sure you listen. She doesnât want anything bad to happen to you, and seeing you a bit out of it brings out her nurturing side. âAlright, sugar, letâs get ya back before you do somethinâ weâll both regret,â she says, guiding you with a patient smile.
- Once home, she sits with you, listening as you tell her how much you love her and appreciate her strength. Rogueâs heart swells with emotion, and she gently brushes a gloved hand along your cheek. âYouâre somethinâ special, darlinâ,â she murmurs, her voice warm and full of affection, staying with you until youâre sound asleep.
Erik Lehnsherr aka. Magneto
- Erik is a bit bemused but mostly wary when he notices youâre getting tipsy. Heâs used to maintaining control in every situation, and your loosened inhibitions make him a bit nervous. But when you start complimenting his intelligence and calling him âthe smartest, most powerful man in the room,â he lets a rare smile slip, finding your praise amusing.
- You start dragging him around, pointing at various metallic objects in the bar and insisting he show off his powers. He rolls his eyes at first, but he eventually indulges you by making a few small metallic items hover, just to see the joy on your face. Erik isnât one to perform tricks, but he finds himself unable to say no to you.
- When you loudly declare that âMagneto is the future of mutantkind,â he tries to quiet you, but heâs clearly flattered by your support. Heâs a man whoâs used to admiration but doesnât often receive it so openly. Thereâs a softness in his eyes as he places a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you back to your seat with a chuckle.
- Erik stays close to you, watching with an amused smile as you stumble through conversations and rant about how incredible he is. Heâs fiercely protective, stepping in if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way. Heâs calm, composed, and carries an air of authority that subtly warns others not to mess with you.
- At one point, you try to mimic his deep, imposing voice, quoting some of his more famous speeches. Heâs visibly amused, and even a bit impressed at how well you remember his words. Erik finds your respect for his ideals endearing, and he places a gentle hand on your back, chuckling as he listens to your tipsy impression.
- When itâs time to leave, heâs entirely in control, guiding you out with a strong arm around your shoulders. Once home, Erik sits with you, listening as you share your adoration for him. Heâs not the most openly affectionate man, but he reaches out, gently squeezing your hand as he says, âYour loyalty is a rare gift, and I donât take it lightly.â He stays by your side, quietly protective, until youâre resting peacefully.
Charles Xavier aka. Professor X
- Charles is endlessly patient as you start to get a little tipsy, a gentle smile on his face as you go from poised to adorably unfiltered. When you begin praising his brilliance and calling him âthe kindest genius in the world,â he chuckles, incredibly touched. âFlattery will get you everywhere,â he teases, his eyes warm with affection.
- You insist that he shows off his powers, and Charles tries to decline, but your insistence eventually makes him give in. He subtly uses his telepathy to give you an image of your favorite place, a soothing mental picture that instantly makes you smile. He finds joy in seeing you happy, and he uses his powers in the gentlest, most comforting way.
- Charles is protective and attentive, ensuring youâre comfortable and not getting yourself into any trouble. When you loudly declare your love for him in front of others, heâs both embarrassed and deeply moved, his cheeks flushing slightly. âYouâre quite the charmer tonight,â he whispers, his voice filled with warmth as he gently holds your hand.
- When someone tries to join your conversation, and youâre too tipsy to notice their intentions, Charles politely but firmly steps in, his calm authority enough to send them on their way. He might be gentle, but he can be firm when needed, and heâs especially vigilant when it comes to keeping you safe.
- You start telling Charles that heâs the greatest leader mutantkind could ever ask for, and heâs genuinely humbled, listening with a fond smile as you praise his wisdom and kindness. He doesnât always let himself accept such compliments, but coming from you, they mean the world to him, and he quietly thanks you with a soft, appreciative kiss on your hand.
- When itâs time to leave, he makes sure youâre steady, guiding you with gentle hands and a reassuring presence. Back home, he helps you get comfortable, listening as you continue to express your admiration for him. Charles smiles, stroking your hand and murmuring, âIâm grateful for your support more than you know.â He stays by your side, his calm and comforting presence grounding you until you drift off to sleep.
Bobby Drake aka. Iceman
- Bobby finds your drunken antics both hilarious and endearing. As the night progresses, you start comparing him to a âwalking snow coneâ and insisting that he make ice sculptures for you on demand. Bobby, always up for a bit of fun, humors you by creating little ice animals in the palm of his hand, laughing as your eyes light up in delight.
- When you slip on an ice patch he accidentally created, Bobby quickly catches you, apologizing profusely while chuckling. You start calling him your âsnow princeâ and playfully berate him for âmaking the world slippery.â He just grins, his hold on you steady, clearly enjoying your tipsy declarations and the way you cling to him.
- You insist on taking selfies with him, urging him to freeze up cute little props for the photos. Bobby goes all out, conjuring up ice hats, snowflake glasses, and even a tiny ice crown for you. By the end, your phone is full of adorable photos of the two of you laughing and posing together.
- When you go off on a tangent, telling the bartender and anyone nearby how incredible Bobby is, he gets a bit bashful but loves every second. Bobby has always loved being the center of attention, but hearing you proudly gush about him has him smiling like a fool. He playfully nudges you, saying, âKeep it coming, babe; I donât hear this enough!â
- When you get a bit too warm in the crowded room, Bobby uses his powers to create a gentle, cool breeze just for you. You giggle and thank him, calling him your âpersonal A/C,â and he chuckles, wrapping his arm around you and playfully cooling you down whenever you request it.
- By the end of the night, Bobby is happily holding you up, guiding you home with an arm around your shoulders. He listens as you continue to talk about how wonderful he is, and he just grins, giving you a quick, frosty kiss on the forehead. âYouâre pretty amazing yourself,â he says, staying with you until youâre safely tucked in and fast asleep.
Wanda Maximoff aka. The Scarlet Witch
- Wanda is amused by how talkative and unfiltered you get when youâre drunk. Sheâs often quiet and reserved herself, so seeing you let loose makes her smile. You start rambling about how âbeautiful and powerfulâ she is, and she blushes, trying to brush it off, but your sincerity warms her heart.
- When you ask her to use her powers to make things âmagical,â Wanda gently warns you, not wanting to attract too much attention. But when she sees the hopeful look in your eyes, she canât resist. With a subtle flick of her fingers, she makes tiny red sparks dance in the air around you, creating a little âmagic showâ that leaves you giggling with joy.
- At one point, you try to mimic her iconic hand gestures, waving your hands around dramatically as if casting a spell. Wanda laughs softly, guiding your hands in the proper motions. âLike this, darling,â she murmurs, her fingers intertwined with yours as she playfully shows you her âmagic moves.â
- When someone bumps into you a bit too roughly, Wanda steps forward, a protective fire in her eyes. Though she doesnât escalate the situation, thereâs a warning in her gaze that makes the person quickly apologize. She holds you close, whispering, âYouâre safe with me,â her voice soothing and reassuring.
- As the night goes on, you keep insisting that Wanda is âthe most powerful and amazing person ever,â and she laughs, flattered by your drunken praise. âYou might be a little biased,â she teases, but thereâs a soft blush on her cheeks, and you can tell sheâs deeply touched by your admiration.
- When itâs time to go home, Wanda wraps an arm around you, using a bit of her magic to guide you gently so you donât stumble. Once youâre home, she stays with you, listening as you continue to talk about how much you adore her. She strokes your hair and whispers, âYou mean the world to me too,â staying by your side until you drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Pietro Maximoff aka. Quicksilver
- Pietro finds your drunken state absolutely hilarious, especially when you start trying to mimic his super-speed by running around. He quickly catches you each time, his laughter filling the air as he playfully warns you that âYouâre not quite fast enough, babe!â
- You start challenging him to races, even though you know heâll win. Pietro humors you, letting you âwinâ a couple of times, but eventually, he zips past you with a playful smirk. âBetter luck next time!â he teases, only to scoop you up and spin you around when you pout about losing.
- When you get tired, Pietro is immediately by your side, lifting you into his arms without a second thought. You giggle and tell him heâs âbetter than a rollercoaster,â and he laughs, racing around just to hear your delighted squeals. He loves seeing you happy and will do anything to keep you smiling.
- When someone looks at you a bit too long for Pietroâs liking, heâs instantly protective, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and making it very clear that youâre his. He glares at the person until they look away, then turns back to you with a soft smile, his fingers brushing your cheek affectionately.
- You start bragging to strangers about Pietroâs speed, telling them heâs âthe fastest guy in the world,â and Pietro just laughs, loving how proud you are of him. âKeep it up, and Iâll have to show off even more,â he says, giving you a cheeky wink as he zips around the room, just to impress you.
- By the end of the night, heâs carrying you home, his arms strong and steady around you as he runs. You cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, and he smiles, whispering, âIâve got you, always.â Once youâre home, Pietro stays by your side, listening as you drift off, mumbling about how much you love him. He kisses your forehead, whispering, âLove you too, my slowpoke.â
Emma Frost aka. The White Queen
- Emma finds your drunken state absolutely fascinating, especially when you become more playful and bold. Normally calm and reserved, you start teasing her about her âicyâ demeanor, and sheâs amused, a rare smirk on her face as she listens to you try to âcrackâ her tough exterior. Sheâs secretly charmed by your confidence.
- When you dramatically declare that sheâs âthe most beautiful woman in the world,â Emma rolls her eyes with a soft laugh but secretly enjoys every word. Sheâs used to compliments, but something about hearing them from you, even in your tipsy state, makes her feel genuinely adored. Sheâll brush a hand over your cheek, murmuring, âCareful with those compliments, darlingâyouâre liable to spoil me.â
- As the night progresses, you start showing off for her, attempting overly elaborate gestures and winking clumsily. Emma finds your efforts hilarious but still looks at you with genuine affection. Her fingers brush yours, and she lets herself be a bit softer with you, impressed by your uninhibited side.
- When someone gives you a bit too much attention, Emma is instantly protective. Sheâll stand close to you, radiating that commanding aura, and make it clear that youâre taken. Sheâll give you a subtle nod, as if to say, âDonât worryâIâve got you,â and her calm confidence reassures you instantly.
- You get a little bolder as the night goes on, playfully daring her to dance or try something âun-Emma-like.â Amused and intrigued, she might indulge you, swaying slightly to the music or even placing your hand in hers for a private moment. Sheâll laugh, saying, âYouâre lucky Iâm in a generous mood tonight,â though you can tell sheâs enjoying herself.
- When itâs time to leave, Emma makes sure youâre steady, her arm around your waist as she guides you to the car. Sheâll whisper little reassurances, telling you how much she appreciates this rare, open side of you. Once home, sheâll help you settle in, her voice soft and reassuring, reminding you that sheâs there for you completely.
Raven DarkhĂślme aka. Mystique
- Mystique is both amused and intrigued by your drunken state. Normally guarded, you become surprisingly talkative, telling her all sorts of stories. She listens with a raised eyebrow, smirking at your candidness. âSo, this is what I miss when youâre sober?â sheâll tease, clearly enjoying this rare glimpse into your unfiltered thoughts.
- You keep reaching out to touch her, fascinated by her blue skin and how it shifts under your fingers. Mystique finds this endearing, gently teasing you but allowing you to trace her features. Sheâs rarely this vulnerable, but your innocent curiosity brings out a softer side, and she even leans into your touch.
- When you start rambling about how âamazingâ and âmysteriousâ she is, Mystique just chuckles, a rare, genuine smile crossing her face. Normally, she brushes off praise, but hearing it from you makes her feel appreciated in a way sheâs not used to. She might even mutter, âCareful, or Iâll start believing you.â
- As the night goes on, you get into a bit of mischief together, with Mystique indulging your chaotic ideas. Sheâll shift into different forms to amuse you, and you giggle every time she surprises you with a new face. Her laughter is warm and genuine, her guard completely down as she shares these fun moments with you.
- If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, Mystiqueâs protective instincts kick in. Sheâll throw a deadly glare their way, making it very clear that youâre off-limits. Her fierce loyalty to you is both comforting and thrilling, and you find yourself feeling safe and cherished in her presence.
- When itâs time to go, she keeps an arm around you, guiding you back with quiet reassurances. She murmurs little words of comfort, her voice softer than usual, and even hums a low melody to keep you calm. Once home, she stays by your side, brushing your hair back and promising, âIâm here, always.â
Laura Kinney aka. X-23 / Wolverine
- Laura is a bit confused by your drunken antics, as sheâs not exactly used to seeing you so uninhibited. She watches with curiosity and maybe a little amusement as you sway around, stumbling slightly. Laura finds herself oddly charmed by this side of you, even if sheâs unsure how to respond at first.
- You keep reaching out to hold her hand or touch her arm, and though Laura is usually reserved, she lets you. Your affection surprises her, but sheâs not one to pull away, especially with you. When you look up at her with that tipsy grin, she canât help the tiny smile that breaks through her usual stoic expression.
- When you start playfully teasing her, calling her âyour fierce protectorâ and joking about her serious demeanor, Laura is both amused and a bit flustered. Sheâs never had someone look at her like you do, with so much warmth and admiration, and your words mean more to her than sheâll let on.
- As the night goes on, Laura gets a bit protective. If you start wandering or leaning too close to others, sheâll gently pull you back, her grip steady but careful. âStay close,â sheâll murmur, her voice soft but firm, a little blush on her cheeks as she realizes just how much she likes keeping you safe.
- You keep talking about how âamazingâ she is, going on and on about her strength, courage, and loyalty. Laura is taken aback, not used to hearing such open admiration, but she listens quietly, her heart swelling with pride. She doesnât say much, but her hand stays in yours, squeezing gently whenever you look her way.
- By the end of the night, sheâs helping you home, a quiet but steady presence by your side. Laura makes sure youâre comfortable, brushing hair from your face as you drift off. Before leaving, she murmurs, âIâll always keep you safe,â her voice barely a whisper. She stays nearby, her protective instincts on high, ensuring youâre well cared for as you sleep.
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I am still in escape-from-reality mode, so have an essay on John being smart, I guess?
I loved this photo of the shuttle interior, though of course I can't view it without sparing a few thoughts for the crew who lost their lives for our quest to be free from being trapped in our one, beautiful, complicated, suffering planet.
But what it made me think about next was Farscape, of course. It's so briefly mentioned, and never referred to again, but the Farscape mission was John's third trip to space, minimum. He'd been on two previous space shuttle missions. And they must have been significant and successful roles because he was commander for the Farscape project. So this overwhelming morass of switches and readouts was familiar to him. He could probably name what every control did, what every blinking button meant.
John's ability to adapt so quickly to alien technology doesn't seem so improbable when you consider how much Earth technology he was used to dealing with. He struggled mostly with the stuff that had no labels or details to guide him, like handles that turn unintuitively back and forth instead of up and down, or doors that open by waving the right way at specific unmarked spots. (I feel like PK techs also found the doors of Leviathans baffling because they engineered specific glowy pads for all of Talyn's doors.)
I'm positive that John knew every subsystem on this shuttle. There's a reason they let a guy go up to space in a ship of his own design, and it's not just because he's the son of a famous astronaut. (Good for publicity at a time when the space program was struggling for mind share and funding.) He might use half his brain for pop culture and Aeryn, but the rest of it was more than enough to make John that rare super genius who can put his math and science into practical use building shit. So of course the vast majority of the time we see John being idle, he's taking something apart or putting it back together.
When he goes back home, John claims not to understand how the hetch drive works, "he just installed it", but his friends know that's bullshit. Of course John knows how most of it works, but he doesn't have full grasp of the math and science because he's had to deduce everything from tinkering and an under-trained Pilot without full grasp of the science himself. John is being coy partly to not bias what other scientists can figure out from their own experiments and partly because he doesn't want to get stuck all day every day being interrogated for his knowledge. Kinda been there, done that.
But anyway, this picture made me think things, about Earth tech, and our wonderful, adaptable human in the wilds of constant space magic and a hundred species worth of tech....
(Okay, just one more rant: I'm convinced Aeryn becomes a tech herself at least partially because she hangs out with John a lot, and she hates being idle, so she started messing with tech too.
I can just see him opening something up and asking a lot of questions that irritate her because she has no idea why any of her equipment works and it has never been necessary to know how to fix it, yet the way he asks questions makes her feel ignorant. But then after he pokes around enough to figure out what the red squiggly button does, he shows her and wants her to understand it too. Which she wouldn't be interested in, except she can shut him up faster if she makes him show her how to put it back together, freeing him up to go play with the next thing that catches her eye.
Or he'll go into this rant about how this particular thing is always breaking and should really be redesigned and she tells him she'll fix it, again, just to shut him up.
Because she quietly loves being in his frittery, high energy presence; there's enough John to fill up a squad's worth of space and he helps her feel less lonely on this giant empty tomb of a ship. But she wishes he talked less because she can't not pay attention to him and three quarters of what he says is nonsense. John earnestly messing around with something too intent to even talk is perfect. She'll happily sit there and clean parts or do the tedious soldering if he just limits himself to occasional mutters and "youreekas!", whatever that means.
John, of course, being a super genius, eventually figures out the pretty girl will sit with him all day--really close to him actually, their knees will bump a lot--if he tells her he really needs help assembling backup circuits or whatever. But only if he shows her how to do it once, provides minimal feedback from there, and limits himself to two Earth pop culture references per arn.)
Flight Deck of the Space Shuttle Columbia image credit: Eric Long/Smithsonian Institution                          National Air and Space Museum
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What if Shen Yuan was transmigrated into Shang Yuan, youngest son in the merchant Shang family and Shang Qinghua's little brother.
At first Shang Qinghua doesn't put much thought into it. He never did write much of a backstory for the other peak lords, so it makes sense the world has kind of just, written itself? Shang Yuan is several years younger anyways (I'm thinking 7-10 years) so it's not like he has a lot in common with him either. Shang Qinghua even joined CQM when he was barely out of toddlerhood. Shang Qinghua was fully prepared to just slowly fade out of sight and mind in his new family, just like he had in his old one.
Except this kid just really hates his guts? He gets letters regularly from his family, telling him how a-Yuan has been asking about him. But every time he visits the brat just shouts and kicks him around. All out of sight of their parents so he can't even go and complain to them! In their eyes Shang Yuan is their perfect little angel.
Honestly, Shang Qinghua isn't even that surprised the original goods turned into a villain if this was how he grew up. And oops, did he say that out loud? Shang Qinghua peeks down at the rigid brat he's holding under his arm in an attempt to stop him from trying to beat him up. With big eyes the kid turns his head up and whispers "you're a transmigrator too?".
From that day on Shang Qinghua can't help but feel a little bit less lonely, and maybe even a little happy. Who would have thought his number 1 anti fan would transmigrate into his didi! They start writing letters, both complaining about the system, and Shang Qinghua about the sect and his martial siblings. When he starts working for Mobei-jun he tells Shang Yuan everything about it. He even has a reason to go back and visit his family!
Shang Qinhua quickly accepts his responsibility as gege. Helping (or trying to) his little didi grow up to a nice young man and giving tips when Shang Yuan starts cultivating as well. And despite Yuan-di's tsundere behavior, Shang Qinghua knows he has his back as well.
In his own badly written stallion novel, Shang Qinghua finally finds the family he didn't have in the real world.
Now as for pairings. Bingyuan would be hilarious just because I want Shang Qinghua to ask, with a shit eating grin, how long Shang Yuan has been coveting his own nephew. And then for Shang Yuan to try and beat the shit out of him for it.
Jiuyuan would also be an interesting pairing (it can always be a jiuyuan if you're brave enough). Shang Qinghua knows his scum villain is misunderstood and not as bad as the book and rumors portrays him to be. But also he knows Shen Jiu is at least a dozen traumas in a trenchcoat. Does it really have to be his didi helping Shen Jiu deal with all of that? Sure Shang Yuan doesn't seem to mind, but Shang Qinghua also knows his didi makes some really stupid choices if you take your eyes off him. But also he's too much of a coward to say anything to Shen Jiu's face.
Hm, better to keep an eye on that from a distance.
#it would also be hilarious if SQH took a look at his scum villain one day and went:#âhm. you know who'd be just perfect for you?â#âMy little brother! Let me set you two up on a date.â#SJ would agree to it just to get his martial siblings shut up fully intent on making SQHs brat brother cry as revenge#only to get oddly fascinated with this young man who is the opposite of his sleazy coward of a brother#spitting 10 facts about beasts a minute#while also tearing every popular novel apart verbally#it's like a carriage crash and SJ can't take his eyes away#svsss#scum villain's self saving system#shang qinghua#shen yuan#shang yuan au#shen jiu#luo binghe
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Ghost Chirps AU Part 5
Part 1 & 2
Part 3
Part 4
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While âJasonâ (i.e. Alfred with an empty jet that Jason will meet up with later in order to âarriveâ in Amity) hops a private jet, Red Hood is busy searching the Fenton home from top to bottom.
The local police move slowly, and by the time they arrive Jack and Maddie Fenton are both tied up and disarmed in their living room under heavy guard.
They hadnât been restrained immediately, Batman talking him into giving them a chance to implicate themselves first.
Hood let him take the lead, but he didnât even get a chance to ask a question, being cut off at the first indication he might want to talk about their âwork.â Less than 60 seconds in, and the pair had outright confessed to violating the meta protection acts - and in tedious detail.
The questioning didnât suffer any from them being tied up.
Far from the mulish silence or crocodile-tear laden denial of most criminals, they instead doubled down, insisting that nothing they had done was illegal, then jumping to the assumption that they were âpossessedâ - and boy had it been a nasty surprise when the whole house came alive trying to attack them with a quick verbal command.
Well, trying to attack Hood. And only him, for some reason.
One laser also freed the Fentons, who turned out to have even more weapons built into their suits.Â
Somehow.Â
Despite them being skintight.
That had been a pain, but Red Robin was able to hack the system using one of the couplesâ own devices while Hood dodged - and kept the stray fire away from the others - leaving everyone else to recapture the pair. A blessedly simple task once they found out the lasers would splash harmlessly off of their armor (save for a gross film of green goop left wherever they grazed).
They take turns knocking each unconscious to change them in order to properly disarm them - Batman and Nightwing taking Jack first, followed by Orphan and Spoiler dealing with Maddie.Â
The only non-weapon laden clothing they own turns out to be pajamas.Â
This is around when the police show up, looking hesitant.
They, too, cite the âAnti-Ecto Acts.â
Oracle had debriefed them on the supposed Acts and âGhost Investigation Wardâ on their short drive over. Both were utterly bogus - the Acts had never even been proposed, let alone been approved as law, and the so-called âGIWâ had no ties to the government.
The Fentons had been furious and denied the information intensely when told, but the cops mostly just looked relieved.
Apparently thereâd been a lot of property damage by the GIW and Fentons both that had supposedly been dismissed under the Acts as ânecessary in the pursuit of ecto-scum.â
For the Fentons, half of this damage was in the form of broken fire hydrants, cracked sidewalks, and totaled cars - theyâd never been good drivers, before, the cops disclosed, but theyâd become even more negligent since the ghosts began appearing, to the point they had to have a news segment warning when they would be on the road.
The lack of fatalities thus far had been nothing short of a miracle, they claimed.
âOf course there havenât been any fatalities!â Mrs Fenton defends. âOur work is to protect people from those things, not make more! Officers, listen to reason-â Hood snorts disdainfully -âThe Red Hood is clearly a ghost! All our systems targeted him the moment they came online - and they only target ecto-entities. Heâs clearly taken these heroes under his sway - why else would they be working with a murderer!? You have to do something before he starts up his killing here in Amity!â
The officers look at him a bit hesitantly, but Batman is unmoved and gives the cover story Hood had outlined back in the alley.
Any concerns the locals have are quickly assuaged.
But for the whole explanation, Jason is trying not to shake even as he falls apart in place.
Their little website called them ghost-hunters, making it pretty clear what âecto-entitiesâ meant.Â
Their system supposedly only targets ecto-entities.
The system had only targeted him.
The system only targets ghosts.
Jason had died.
A lot of his family members had died, too, granted.Â
But Jason was the only one who seemed to come back wrong - anger sticking in his throat and never quite fading, an inclination towards violence even when he wasnât angry well beyond what heâd ever felt before, and a sea of other emotions (that he would never acknowledge aloud) and triggers for those emotions that he always struggled to make heads or tails of.
He doesnât have the meta gene. He knows that. He knew that.
He just assumed that the test missed it, because he knows he doesnât know magic - the All Blades being the only exception - and he couldnât think of another explanation at the time.
But he came back wrong.
And as he stands there, he wonders if he came back at all, mind on Solomon Grundy.
Wonders if he isnât just some ghost, wandering around possessing his own corpse.
He jolts, as the thought strikes him: what about Danny?
If heâs a ghost and chirping is a ghost thing then what about his KID!?
Absently, he notes that Bruce has started interrogating the cops on what they meant by âghost attacks.âÂ
He ignores the discussion, hustling for the door in the kitchen down to the lab.
He slams and locks the door behind him - in Red Robinâs face - as he descends, making a b-line for the computer heâd seen when the Fentons had dragged them all down there to start bragging about their crimes.
The only thing Oracle could get out of the whole building was things that were openly available online; direct connections were impossible.
Opening up the screen, he gets to cracking.
Going for the surface level files first, it turns out he doesnât even need so much as a password to find what he wants.
One of the video game sub-files has an unrelated file in it: ghost notes.
There are plenty of other notes, of course, but heâd only been skimming to start, looking for anything hidden.
The Fenton parents were too open to bother, of course, with plenty of more obvious files strewn haphazardly across the home screen, but itâs always better to check. That there is a hidden file means it was likely made by either Danny or Jazz.
And itâs a treasure trove.
Sub-files for rogues, allies, conditional allies, and âhalfasâ were what greeted him.
The last being the only term he didnât recognize, he clicked.
6 files: Clones, Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, and Red Hood.
He clicks his own file.
What greets him is a picture of himself 4 days ago, looking just to the left of the lens in an alley that he distinctly remembers searching for the kid in.
Just below is text.
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??? Name: Red Hood
Species: probably a halfa
Status: Nnnneutral? I think? I know, I know, heads in bags. But Valerie tries to kill me all the time! And weâre allies sometimes! Hood- uh- looked for me? Okay I guess I canât really judge this yet but please read the first met section before you judge please you guys?
First met: Aug 17, 2005, was in Gotham to bother Batman, stopped to think a bit on some fire escape - decide on the first prank yknow - but then my ghost sense went off. It felt like a halfa so I thought âoh cool, must be Daniâ so I chirped, but then Red Hood - who was chasing some guy down an alley at the time - froze and looked around. I dropped visibility and chirped again and yeah, he definitely heard it. Humans canât so heâs definitely a halfa - no glow so he canât be a full ghost and it felt nothing like an overshadowing.Â
Ended up following Hood around the rest of week - forgot to prank Batman, damn - and playing hide-and-seek with the chirps. It was really funny. But he very obviously doesnât know heâs a halfa. But the guy is, like, scary levels of smart, so Iâm sure heâll figure it out on his own now that the chirp thing made it clear that something is up. Hopefully.
I figure I can go back in winter break - he should have it figured out and let his emotions process enough by then to at least hear me out when I explain the AEA and GIW and everything, then it wonât matter so much if he can, like, track me by voice or something if I talk since weâll have MAD by then.
Despite his reputation, the people living in his haunt seem to love the guy. I can see why. On top of the whole smart heâs actually really nice to people heâs not shooting in the knees (which only even happened one time in the week I was there? It was actually pretty relaxing - most quiet week Iâve had since the portal opened THANK YOU TUCKER for hacking the portal hatch to be inoperable for a week).Â
Where was I? Oh yeah, heâs actually surprisingly nice to people? So like, I think heâll probably hear me out if I go back and be polite? I hope. Hate to leave the guy in the dark and him end up on the GIWs dissection table for âlots and lots of painful experiments.â
Not that those guys could even catch the Box Ghost. But uh, Hood doesnât seem to have powers either? Or if he does he doesnât know about them I donât think - he only used the chirp the whole time I was their - not even to cheat with moving around.
Seriously. That guy's acrobatics could make Freakshowâs contortionist green - er, red??? - with envy. Actually wait, arenât contortionists and acrobats different things?
SAM NOTE: help^?
Powers:Â
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Jason leans back, breathing deeply.
âNot a full ghost,â ânot 'overshadowed'â - a term that sounds likke some kind of cousin to possesision - âdefinitely a halfa,â âhumans canât hear chirps.â
Halfa.Â
Half.Â
Ghost.Â
Half Ghost.
It should sound absurd - you canât be half alive and half dead.
But Jason has seen the Lazarus pits, has met Solomon Grundy, has met aliens and bullshit magic and can pull magical swords out of his own damn chest.
Half alive. Half dead.
Hopefully not just a fancy way to say possessing his own corpse.
He doesnât have time to deal with every file - heâll âconfiscateâ one of their USBs with a copy of everything for himself before leaving the rest to Batman & co, of course, minus the halfa files (a small part of him wants to shove his condition in Bruceâs face and demand he kill the clown again even though he knows itâs a futile hope, but the rest - the same part that snapped and denied and refused to say he was a meta less that a day ago now - cannot stomach the thought of even more rejection. Of a Bruce that believes heâs a monster. Of a Bruce that mourns him even while heâs right there. Or at least, more than he already does.) - but while the files copy he take the time to look at Dannyâs.
The image has two people, Danny Fenton on one side and a version of the kid in a black hazmat suit with white hair, tanned skin, and painfully familiar green eyes. And floating.
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Human Name: Danny Fenton
Ghost Name: Danny Phantom
Species: Halfa (half-human, half ghost)
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Itâs the section after that that makes Jasonâs breath catch in his throat.
~~~
Death: The Portal Accident
So like, there was no audio (thank GOD I do not want to hear myself screaming) so. Details: When the portal didnât work when they plugged it in mom and dad left for fudge, Jazz went to try and talk them into a more realistic career choice than ghosts. Sam and Tucker came over and Sam dared me to climb in and check it out - it was broken anyway so no harm. Except it wasnât broken, just that my parents put the on button inside. Which I caught myself on when I tripped on a wire.
Anyway, electrocution!Â
(T - Danny for the love of god be more serious, the cheerful tone is creepy)
(D - Hey! Iâm the one who died! Shouldnât I at least get to write my own epitaph)
(S - âŚDanny this is not an epitaph. You donât even HAVE a grave)
(D - wow way to rub it in Sam)
(T - yeah Sam)
(S - ugh! Whatever, just stop with the chatting in official files)
(T - âofficialâ)
(S - Tucker.)
(T - shutting up now)
Electrocution! I got zapped to death, but the ectoplasm from the portal was also opening up on top of me and a lot got bonded to me I guess (S - probably because of the electricity with how you ended up with some of Vortex' powers for a little while) at the same time said electricity was reviving me? - probably getting my heart beating again or something, I was a little busy screaming to pay attention (T - yeah okay we're going to Nasty Burger after this. And playing Doomed) - not that it wouldâve mattered without the ghostification preventing me from melting me all the way to death.
Status: Me!
Powers:
Chirps! (ghost echolocation of some kind! humans can't hear em - halfas can, of course, in either form)
Form Change (really Sam? This barely counts)
Human form
Ghost form (no need to breathe)
Flight (last clock speed 210mph) (T - and climbing. Dang dude)
Invisibility (S - donât forget shareable.) (Shareable. sigh)
Intangibility (Shareable)
Ecto Rays (eyes & hands) (T - and butt) (D - dude! Iâm deleting that. Tucker why can't I delete it. TUCKER) (T - bow down in awe of my ksill) (S - ksill) (D - ksill) (T - yeah okay itâs permanent now) (D - aw man!)
Ghost Sense (S - why do we never test your range?) (D - no need? They always make themselves obvious or are being sneaky specifically to annoy me so *shrug*) (S - I still think we should test it)
Power Absorption (that time with Vortexâs weather powers)
Cryokinesis (Wayyyyy to much ice. NOT testing max output on that) (T - yeah frozen city was enough, letâs not cause an ice age. Tech needs some cool but too much is still bad and I just upgraded Patricia)
Ghostly Wail (cone of destruction, very exhausting - always at max output. Not to be used)
GHOST FORM ONLY (but really just never)
Cartoon Body (D - what???) (S - Freakshow literally turned you into a puddle and you just turned back and were fine. I donât know what else to call that) (D - okay fair. but:)
GHOST FORM ONLY
Physical Enhancement (better strength, speed, stamina, durability, reflexes, balance, etc much better than human) (T - why does this look like dnd knockoff stats haha)
GHOST FORM ONLY (S - obviously mr last place in PE)
Resistances (pretty solid on the overshadowing, avoided being taken in by Ember until targeted, didnât get turned to stone during the Medusa thing) (S - which was pure luck! Be careful!)
Ecto Electricity (ghost stinger, but I really donât think this counts Sam. I mean I just. Make my ecto zappy. But itâs still just ecto) (S - so is your ICE and you donât just call that "just cold ecto") (D - fine, but it feels overly specific) (S - maybe writing it all down will make you stop. Forgetting. POWERS!) (D - come on Sam that was a lucky hit! I was distracted! And it turned out fine!) (S - FentonâŚ) (D - oop okay doing fire now)
Ecto Fire (made Dashâs shoes melty that one time by make the ecto hot) (T - really needs more testing)
Tech possession (chasing Technus into computers, not very tested)
Ghost form only, i guess?
Overshadowing (control people, copy their voice, invade dreams - the control one erases the personâs memory so they donât know they were overshadowed just lost time. I hate Walker. SO much) (T - rip Dannyâs reputation, youâll be missed)
Probably ghost form only
Duplication (T - Thatâs optimistic) (D - IâM WORKING ON IT OKAY!?) (S - pretty sure it just falls under cartoon body until you can actually separate) (D - :( betrayal)
Probably ghost form only
More? (D - ugh I hope not) (T - hey donât say that, maybe youâll get a power to make the JL give a crap about Amity) (D - honestly Iâm getting pretty close to letting Boxy loose in Gotham) (S - Danny, donât stoop to their level!) (D - it's only box ghost!) (T - I mean he has a point)
~~~
Jason changes his mind, seeing the commentary, and deletes the entire hidden file from the computer as soon as his copy is made. He can go over everything and bring any important info to Bruce separately, the batâs can just chew on the parentsâ files for now.
Once the original files are thoroughly and irretrievably removed he pockets his shiny new USB, makes a second one with all the official files, and heads back up and out - carelessly brushing past a thoroughly irate Red Robin with a pair of firemen and broken jaws of life. And not a scratch on the door; impressive - just in time to get Oracleâs text that heâs got 2 hours and 16 minutes to be at the location on his HUD so he can âarriveâ to Amity.
And a fresh set of civilian clothes will be waiting in the plane, Alfred as reliable as ever.
âFiles,â he says, tossing the safe USB to Batman and interrupting his interrogation of the police officer.
He catches it effortlessly of course, but the officer stops paying attention to him to jolt at Hoodâs reappearance - even outside of Gotham his reputation is fierce.
âI sent a copy to myself. Iâll review them and give you an overview, but other than that consider this the end of my involvement in this little shitshow,â he says, continuing smoothly to the door. âIâm heading back to Gotham.â
Now, he has a little over two hours before Jason Todd needs to arrive in Amity Park. He only needs to lay hands on a laptop that he can isolate from Babsâ influence and he should be able to review the Halfa files in full before he "lands" - after he figures out just why the kid has a grudge against the JL.
#The defenses only attacked jason because the others are liminal#But not quite liminal enough for the Fenton House to pick up on#Heâs the only one who died and had it really *stick* thus why heâs the only halfa#Sure the others died but they were all revived fully#Death left a stain#Not a chain#Jason has one foot in the grave#The others batâs just have some graveyard dirt smudged on their pants cuffs#I can keep going with the metaphors#lol#Anyway#Their contamination is. Like. not worse than the average person living on the opposite side of the city as the Fentons#(which is a lot compared to everyone else in the whole world#but not much in terms of âwill the house shoot meâ#Fenton ghost detecting devices arenât that precise yet)#The âfilesâ arenât super professional because like. Theyâre 14.#Itâs organized sure but itâs not gonna be scientific paper levels (& theyâd feel uncomfy making it too scientific sounding)#Thereâs powers missing on purpose (not thinking of thing as a power. All 3 forgot about it. Etc)#So why did the JL ignore Amity you ask?#Info blackout#One does not simply ignore the Meta Protection Acts and pretend to be a govât agency without taking precautions#Everything out of Amity Park is sanitized as hell. (ha#and doesnât that just fit the GIW clean-obsession)#âBut Mutable!â I hear you cry âWhat about Undergrowth & Vortex!â#I donât remember Undergrowthâs radius of effect but Iâm saying my AU he was Amity-only and the GIW set up a blockade to intimidate witnesse#Same deal with Pariah town-knapping the place (GIW base was JUST out of the town-knapping radius. Lucky them)#As for Vortex#the storms themselves made it impossible to track anything through normal means#(ie no cams caught Sam & Tuckerâs jet taunting Vortex except some people with cells on the street. But wind killed all the audio)#So as far as the world is concerned there was a freak storm and it went away
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*in my reworked weapons system (fuse isnt a thing) you can craft weapons via new smith shops or zelda (each offer different advantages- zelda, as your companion, can craft on the go but needs all materials, shops, which are dotted around the landscape and not restricted to populated areas, can provide materials you dont have but cost money- BOTH need the recipe for it though) both also REPAIR weapons (once a weapon loses its power/goes dull you can still use it but its stats are cut in half or more, but they wont break fully, repairing costs less material or money than crafting new)
in this system new types of weapons or specific, special recipes, can be rewards for quests or in the (reworked) mini dungeons, there are weapons recipes you can craft after you find one out in the wild (as in, the actual weapon) as well; part of the reward for helping out the regions is adding alot of new recipes
you have a (sortable! and with favorites!) collection of recipes to craft weapons from that you can select and then choose what material to use (higher quality material results in extra strength and durability, meaning theres less weapons that are default less good and it mostly depends on how far your progress is !weapons can be repaired with differing material from which they were crafted! so if you made your fav weapon with lesser material you can repair it with better ones and make it stronger and more usable for the late game- you can sell weapons at smith shops or store them at your home)
#ganondoodles talks#zelda#ganondoodles rewrites totk#totk rewritten#i dont remember my tags for it oh dear#ANYWAY#i really like this system bc i feel like its a good balance between breakable and non breakable#like its an evolution of botws system and feels fresh without getting fully rid of one or the other?#ALSO new rewards!!! i hate how useless all rewards are in totk- i dont care for glider fabrics!!!!#at least not enough to see that as the ultimative reward :I#ALSO adds intersting new things in the overworld via the shops#and kinda just .. makes sense??? for the world??#and unlike totks system its not doubling down on its issues- wasting weapon and material and weapons being always shit when found#also weapons looking like utter shit#yeah its funny to fight with a mushroom on a stick but ???? is that one laugh worth it dealing with this system??#not in my eyes#anyway#point is im pretty confident this reworked system of mine is pretty good and i also have design ideas#but idk if its intersting enough to actually .. draw out#i mean i do want to make a full proper breakdown of the system with sketches so its easier to visualize#but is weapon design itself intersting?
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so a few possible issues i see with this mindset in most urban fantasy scenarios where this could come up:
The biggest issue is the moral compromise involved in killing and eating people; its very easy to stop caring about the ethics involved and most character types that REQUIRE a character to kill another person to survive also tend to compel them to do so, or disincentivize them holding back. Even if a person is objectively evil, people deep down don't actually want to hurt other people without severely depersonalizing them or not caring much, and killing people does Stuff to your head that makes you stop caring about it. 2. Directly coming from the first point; if killing people is so little a big deal that you feel you just got to find the right person to take out, then most people will stop caring about it to begin with. You're hungry now, why not kill that kid over there or someone's parent or whatever; you've already killed a few people, and after a bit it stops mattering. Someone willing to kill with this blaise an attitude is usually not someone who cares enough about ethics to not just kill anyone that's convenient. 3. This is actually a feature, not a bug; it's what makes, say, vampires in World of Darkness compelling, the constant tension between the need/pleasure of killing and hunting human lives, and the horror of what its doing to you. You do these things to keep them from completely consuming you, and you KNOW its bad, or it wouldn't be important at all. "A beast I am, lest a Beast I become." If there's an easy fix, that kind of removes the reason its compelling at all. 4. Pedophiles and evil rich people are not actually that common. Your average vampire is not likely to be able to identify them without some work and they're not easy to get to, so this kind of attitude won't last before they give up on it because its impossible to actually find suitable prey that's both appropriately evil AND something that's accesible within the timeframe they need to find prey. What does your monster character do in the event that they can't locate someone that fits the bill 5. Some settings have such monsters consuming the souls of their prey, and NOT metaphorically; depending on whether or not this destroys the soul of the victim or perma-kills them in resurrection-minded stories (and again, actually destroying the soul of a person, no matter how evil, WILL fuck with you, and if it doesn't, you're probably not going to bother trying to find suitably evil prey in the first place), you're probably going to have aspects of them bouncing around inside you FOREVER. Do you WANT to have the memories and desires of people like that a part of you for the rest of eternity? (That said, this can be a great origin for a truly monstrous fallen hero character who started out relatively idealistic, but wound up becoming as bad as their prey because of this aspect of the monster business.) 6. Again, generally speaking, killing people is a bad thing. Most people do not want to kill other people and on a deep and primal level do not want to do that; if you're okay with it, you have been specifically trained to do so or you just don't care to begin with, and in that case you either probably won't bother to keep to these kind of restrictions or will give up on them as you lose the ability to emphathize with prey, or fail to see distinctions; you're hungry now, so who cares if the human is a corrupt cop or rich guy or just someone trying to go home from a nightclub? Humans are all the same is a thought that pops up in these kinds of beings, and the thought of 'there's a family that's never going to see their child again' probably won't matter to you at that point. And after the 20th time you do it, you DEFINITELY won't care. anyway any kind of answer to this that goes 'lol i'll just Get bad people, who cares' are kind of missing the point and killing people for any reason fucks with who you are
the whole âiâm an evil monster because i have to kill and eat innocent people to survive :â(â angst in âregular human gets turned into supernatural monsterâ stories is so stupid. like how is that even a problem??? there are also plenty of corrupt billionaires, abusers and cops out there for you to snack on
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âShould have known better.â
Kinich x Reader
Words: 2500
Google Docs Pages: 4.1
Warnings: Kinich story quest spoilers, angst/hurt w comfort/good ending, saurian death?, platonic relationship
Opening: Kinich is not one for strong reactions, even when dealing with bigger issues. But does his composure falter when a pressure point from the past is pressed?
AN// G/N Reader. Tell me why I completely missed out on Kinich lore even after getting him the first day the banner came out :âD ANYWAY now that Iâm in the loop, this just had to be done. Likely not going to write for him again, just felt like doing this one. Hehe, anyway Iâll now disappear to work on another Capitano fic ;; (Was excited about that so I'm sorry if the ending of this is ooc and/or rushed)
âShould have known better.â
Tagging along with Kinich while he was on the job wasnât something you were used to doing often. But on the other hand, you knew he didnât mind having you there. Company apart from Ajaw seemed to be something he craved every now and then, not that you blamed him for that. Plus, you never asked for any portion of the funds he was going to get for the commissions even after helping him complete it. Simply enjoying the time spent with him, which had been hard for him to understand in the beginning. Why would someone work on a commission for free, only taking his company as payment? But by now, he seemed to not mind whenever you tagged along.Â
And it wasnât like you were completely useless either. A rather seasoned warrior and a fighter as you were, allowed him to get through commissions faster which wasnât something heâd turn down especially if it was for free.Â
The area this time wasnât anything you hadnât seen before. Some high cliffs that surely would have frightened the less seasoned, but by this point standing on the edge of one didnât stir those feelings within anymore. Not even while in the heat of battle, like now.Â
Your eyes followed Kinich, hooked onto a saurian after having just gotten rid of one. The pack was rather large this time, having caused so much trouble for the people near the cliffs that theyâd asked for help from Kinich.Â
Your attention was brought back to the situation at hand soon after. Dodging the saurianâs hook, taking a little more speed into your steps before raising your weapon against it. Eyes keen to follow each step of the creature, making sure the hit would land. But while your attention was occupied, Kinich noticed another one behind you. An easy target, really. It hadnât even targeted you yet, so getting it to fall off of the cliff would have been easier than having to spend time on fighting it. Kinich loaded his shot, aiming with practised ease and watching to make sure it hit the creature. Though, as soon as it did the saurian managed to hook itself onto your ankle before the explosion ultimately made it lose its balance. Slipping off of the cliff and into the ravine. Affectively throwing you off of your feet with the heavy pull, quickly starting to drag your form along with it down the steep drop.Â
There wasnât any vegetation to take a hold of, grassy ground with dried bushes and a few flowers. Your hands grasped the ground, digging up dirt along the way. Attempting to kick the hook off of your ankle, but it held on tight. Especially when the saurian was basically dead weight in the ravine. Hanging off of you, making its hold ever stronger.
Your eyes quickly moved to Kinich, aware how little there was you could do anymore. A moment flashing by as pure desperate panic flooded your eyes, no words coming out in the moment. Focused solely on trying to get your body back up as it was actively being dragged into what seemed like the end. But your companion appeared frozen.Â
Kinich had but a few moments to react, if even that. Having noticed the hook attached itself and soon after you were already hanging on the edge. Grasping at anything nearby to hold on. But even that feeble moment had been enough to make his mind run a course into a dark pit of memories.Â
The young yet such a tough boy whoâd been chased out by his father. And by a mere mistake, had watched his by then fragile father stumble. Taking a step back a little too close to the edge of the cliff, and with a heavy thud land on the bottom.Â
How his body had frozen just as it had on this day. How his whole body had felt the tremble going through it, something heâd never felt before. A warm pressure at the back of his eyes as his body began to move towards the edge. How heâd seen what remained at the bottom of what seemed like an endless drop, having pulled himself back straight after. Chest tightening by the minute. The young yet such a tough man from then on clutching his small hands into fists. Fighting the tears back down, gritting his teeth as his mind raced. The situation was more of a mess than anything heâd seen before. Yet by some miracle he was able to numb his mind enough to push himself back onto his feet and find a grapple hook to bring his father to proper rest.Â
But all that was then. Something he thought he wouldnât have to ever think about again. Yet the lump in his throat as he approached the edge of the cliff proved him otherwise. But what was he so frightened of? And just then, he heard a thud. Something that echoed for but a mere moment. But a sound that felt like something in him had shattered. No rational thought of âI havenât even seen what happened yetâ was able to ease his mind. Yet his body felt almost as if it was moving on its own. It had been from the moment heâd watched your fingers slip off the edge. Hurrying there to see what could be salvaged.Â
Even if his mind had seemingly decided the fate of the situation, his body hadnât. He wouldnât allow something like this to happen again. This was not a way to go, for anyone. Least of all you.Â
You felt the ground under your hands slip, the last bit of the cliff giving in under the weight. Falling alongside you and the saurian. The speed of the fall was so frightening you could have sworn your heart stopped beating for a minute, before even the thought of doing your all to survive came to mind.Â
The walls of the ravine in certain parts were tight enough for roots to connect from one side to another. Not all of them would support the weight of a human, but a few of the older ones were thick enough to be worthy enough to give it a try. To try and wedge yourself between a pair of them.Â
And by a miracle, the Night Kingdom wasnât going to have you on this day. Not now, at the very least. Youâd managed to grip a pair of the roots. Gravel, dirt and smaller rocks trickling down the sides of the ravine at the sudden pull on the old roots. For a moment fearing they would give out like the edge of the cliff had.Â
You held your breath, eyes widened. As if even the most subtle movement would restart the fall. Even the saurian had mostly stopped thrashing around, almost like even it understood the gravity of the situation. And if it did, that was a problem. The roots werenât going to hold up the weight of you and the saurian. It had to go for a chance to get back up to even be possible.Â
As soon as the air stilled, confirmed the roots were going to allow you a chance. To watch you fight for your life while hanging off of them by your arms. You started kicking the saurian, wiggling and moving the ankle it was attached to. The hookâs hold had slipped earlier when youâd lodged yourself between the roots, so it was no surprise that the already frightened saurian couldnât hold on for longer. Its hold slipping, keeping you on the edge up until you heard the loud thud that echoed at the very bottom of the ravine.Â
The air was so still, only the sound of your heavy breathing and soft trickle of the gravel that fell from the walls of the ravine. Following the fate of the saurian. Leaving you hanging before even thinking of trying to find a more stable spot between the roots. Kinich being still up on the cliff having slipped your mind completely. Focusing all your energy and instinct on finding the most suitable spot to get on before even attempting to come up with a plan to get back up.Â
Kinich so desperately wanted to hesitate, not look down the ravine. Not after the thud that had echoed from the bottom of it. The sound that had stirred those memories to resurface, powerful enough to make him wonder if he even wanted to check and confirm the source of the sound.Â
But then again, Kinich couldn't just leave and assume what had happened. Peeking over the edge, keen eyes scanning the bottom of the ravine. Only being able to spot the saurian, unmoving at the bottom. His brows furrowed, eyes moving across the walls of the ravine in confusion. A silent breath escaping him after spotting your form lodged between the roots, having heard the rustle of the dirt falling down from around the roots. Not even giving himself time to be relieved before his mind started ticking. Trying to figure out a way to fish you back up.Â
âHold on, Iâll reel you back up.â He called out, voice stoic as ever. And if you hadnât been in such an attention requiring situation, you could have heard the slight waver in his voice.Â
You peered up, merely seeing the manâs shadow before he disappeared off of the cliff edge. Way to leave someone hanging, you thought. A slight snarl appearing on your face before at last making it close enough to the wall of the ravine to calm down for a moment.
Soon a few rocks fell from the top, catching your attention. A grappling hook slowly lowered itself to your level before Kinich appeared at the top. âWrap it around yourself.â He instructed, the same tone of voice still there. Doing his all to hold it together. Panicking now would only lead to worse losses, and that wasnât a price he was willing to pay.Â
Though, he would have been a fool to not admit the way he was feeling. Having noticed how his hands had shook while fetching the hook. How his breath had hitched at the thud, how tense he felt even now.Â
The tug at the end of the rope caught his attention, peering back down to make sure you were securely attached to the grappling hook.Â
Trying your best to help him, you used the wall closest to you. Placing the tip of your boot to each crevice you could spot, making the weight a little lighter for him.Â
Soon a heavy breath escaped your lips when the familiar grass appeared back into view, crawling back on the top of the cliff. Kinich taking a hold of you, easily lifting your form back up. Dragging you rather far from the edge without even noticing before he let go.Â
You allowed yourself to lay on your back, breathing heavily as the seriousness of the situation slowly started to sink in. Staring at the sky, following the few clouds that travelled across in that time. Turning to look at Kinich, watching as he hadnât allowed himself to sit down. Leaned against his knees, hair hiding most of his face as he stared at the grass. Breaths heavy. A relieved yet tense silence between the two of you.Â
Observing him a little longer, it wasnât hard to tell that heâd clearly been shaken up by the events. And maybe it hadnât hit you just as hard yet, but you felt almost worse for him than yourself. It wasnât often that you nor anyone else saw him like this.Â
With a silent groan you sat back up, thinking for a moment before deciding to speak up. âYou couldnât have known it would attach itself to meâŚItâs okay.â Knowing he wasnât going to let this slip with you merely telling him that it wasnât his fault, yet still trying. He wasn't the kind of person to not blame himself when heâd been involved in something like this. âNo, I should have known. Waited for you to get out of its range. I knew better than that.â Kinich replied, voice surprisingly calm as he stood back up. Completely dismissing your earlier forgiveness.Â
You couldnât get a word in after, not that there was much you could say. He wouldnât believe you if you kept telling him that he was not at fault here. Merely watching as he kneeled in front of you, eyes scanning your form before doing a more thorough check up for injuries. Lifting each of your limbs, moving them to make sure that nothing was out of place. Mumbling something about the adrenaline wearing off soon and having to check up on you after that again. Gaining him a slight eye roll from you.Â
The chuckle you let out couldnât hide the nervousness still deep in your system, still feeling the need to make him understand. To make him listen, it wasnât his fault. That there was no reason to think of how it had happened, but to move on and be glad youâd both made it out in one piece.Â
You took a hold of his hand, stopping it from wandering around your form. Obsessively checking that everything was okay. Giving him a look before pulling the man down to sit and calm down. Feeling his hand still tremble, clear that he was still on edge about this.
You may have not known everything of his past, and you didnât have to. No matter what he may have encountered before youâd even met him didnât matter now. He was allowed to be shocked and panicked, but what you firmly believed he shouldnât do was to force himself to be so uptight. To make himself move on so quickly. Especially when that didnât seem to be an unconscious choice, it was one he forced himself to make.Â
âHey, weâre both alive and wellâŚmostly in one piece. Calm down, eh?â You tried to smile at him. Watching as his eyes stared into yours, careful as he eased out and more willingly sat down. A breath escaping him, giving in. If just a little.Â
You placed his hand against your chest, breathing calmly. In a way an attempt to calm yourself at the same time, maybe tricking your brain by doing this for him. Watching as wind so high up in the cliffs blew against the both of you, sitting there in silence. Waiting until the initial shock wore off.Â
And likely would have waited for longer. If it hadnât been for the subtle grunt that escaped you when letting go of his hand. Likely having sprained something in your shoulder due to the fall. But it was enough to bring Kinich back on track, quick in his actions as he tugged you back onto your feet. Mumbling something about not wasting any more time and having to go find a medic. Gaining him another eye roll.
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bnha ending fix it fic. healing!tomura who goes by tenko x f!reader. reader has a defined quirk (magnetism) and is referred to using the nickname sparkles. | word count: 2.3k reading time: 8 minutes
When a knock echoes through your small apartment, youâre up and running to the door before you are even oriented enough to figure out whatâs going on.
You fell asleep at your desk. Again. Probably slumped over halfway through the last audit you vaguely remember working on which was for the Ingenium agency. Itâs easy to lose track of time when you spend it stapled to your tablet and work bench, fretting over how to make the country you now call home safer.Â
A second knock rings and you groan softly, stepping toward the door as fast as you can in a half awake and partially dressed state. Your tank top straps sag off of your shoulders, one of your socks has disappeared but thereâs no time to search for it.
The door is in view. You twist the lock to unlatch it, pulling the door open. Blinking to adjust your eyes, they widen before you can think.
âTenko?â
The dark haired man stands in front of you, clad in a hooded sweatshirt and dark colored sweatpants indicating he likely just got off patrol alongside Deku. Thereâs still around 6 months until heâs released from the fellow heroâs watchful eyes to act on his own though the prior 6 passed far more quickly than he expected. It turns out this hero stuff isnât so bad.
He wonât meet your eyes, hands shoved into his pockets, obviously chewing the inside of his cheek.Â
âAre you okay?â You ask in a rush, opening the door wider to invite him in.Â
His eyes further avert their gaze toward something that must be very interesting on the corner of your building. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, awkwardly.Â
âI, uhâŚis this a bad time?â
Shaking your head, you wave your hand over the space created so that he can enter the practical hovel you call home. He doesnât look at you while he slips inside, careful not to touch you in any way as he passes, practically melding with the wall.Â
âI hate to ask again since clearly you arenât,â you begin once his back has turned and heâs slowly started making his way toward your workbench stationed in the living room. âBut are you okay? Did something happen?â
Thereâs no response for a beat. The man clears his throat, looking over his shoulder before quickly averting his face forward again.Â
âYouâreâŚI thought maybe I interrupted something since youâre barely dressed.â
You look down to realize youâre wearing nothing on your lower half but your scandalously small underwear. Thereâs no sense in making a big deal out of it so you shrug although he canât see it, padding back into the main living area to join him.Â
âI mean, I was asleep but you didnât interrupt that because I would have been up in a little bit anyway.â
Stopping, you take a moment to admire the outline of him illuminated by your desk lamp, the strenuous routine required by a hero clearly doing him some good as far as you can tell. His hair is healthy, his frame is broad, and he turns his face to look over his shoulder at you once again.Â
âIâm alright though.â
Smiling at his confirmation that everything is as it should be, you pick your pace back up and slide into your stool while he leans against the side of your bench. You engage your quirk, Magnetism, as a reflex and a stray bolt sticks to your arm.Â
The faintest hint of a smile comes across his face, now turned downward in your direction. You disengage your quirk with a sigh, the sound of metal dropping back down to metal accompanying it. The screen on your tablet lights up when you look down at it, the time across it in large white numbers.Â
2:15 AM.
âI can see why you were worried youâd interrupted something, these are booty call hours after all.âÂ
You joke, twisting back and forth on the stool and looking up at him through your lashes.Â
âSo are you here for business or pleasure, Entropy?â
Heâs too used to that look, full of appraisal and perhaps a bit of interest, but he never wants to read too much into it. Especially not right now while youâre scantily clad, an eyeful of what lies under your shirt no more than a simple shift in glance away, and indiscriminately running your mouth.
Tenko looks away, cheeks warming. Hands that were buried deep in his pockets are now tucked into the crook of the opposite arm where theyâre folded over his chest.Â
He has visited your apartment multiple times since the first night he formally met you at Izukuâs. The pair of heroes stop by when theyâre in the neighborhood or come by to chat if theyâre off patrol, usually being joined by Dekuâs girlfriend if she can be pulled away from her clinical studies for long enough to come and giggle for a couple hours.Â
âI had some issues with my gear tonight and wanted to have you look at it.â
Itâs the worst excuse possible but itâs the best one he could come up with on the fly.Â
âOh. You shouldâve just said so,â you continue to mutter to yourself while unlocking your tablet.Â
Truthfully, he has no idea why heâs here. Some pull in his chest told him to go the opposite direction when walking home to clear his head so he followed it, landing right at your doorstep and standing outside of the door, too anxious to knock, for longer than heâd ever admit.Â
Scrolling through the diagnostics app, you gnaw at your bottom lip and jiggle your sockless foot. You squint at the screen because he knows you need glasses and donât have them on, probably due to the abruptness of his visit. There are all these little things about you that become impossible to ignore when itâs just the two of you.
âAh! There you are. Letâs see.â You excitedly sing, while wiggling your fingers. He watches with a smile, so soft he may even just be imagining the feeling of it in his facial muscles.
Everything about you makes him feelâŚinexplicable.Â
The unfortunate truth that he doesnât know how to face is that your place has become one he associates with safety and warmth, something the grown man four years your senior fears heâll always seek out no matter how distant Tomura becomes from who he is now.Â
Tonight wasnât a hard night but he didnât want to be alone, pacing until adrenaline finally slowed down and let him sleep.
How unlike him.Â
You hum and continue to orate to yourself, squinting at charts he couldnât even pretend to get. How you manage to do all of this, accurately, safely, and without breaking a sweat, is truly amazing.Â
âIt says everything is fine. Can you tell me what issues you were having?âÂ
Sitting up, you fold your arms over your chest and swing back and forth on the stool. He watches you turn small half circles, realizing he may have been caught. Smiling up at him, you raise a brow.Â
âMy wrist cuffs felt tighter than usual I guess but that might not be an issue you can fix,â he mumbles, trying to explain himself in any way that he can to cover his lie.Â
Rather than torture him by forcing him to dig this little hole heâs found himself in deeper, you change the subject.Â
âHave you eaten tonight?â You ask, brow quirked.Â
He shakes his head. It was a busy shift and he doesnât have a lovely girlfriend at home to make bentos with him like Deku does and he managed all evening on the half assed late lunch he packed for himself that was mostly made up of the type of shit he used to eat when he was still Tomura. Itâs hard to learn to take care of yourself.Â
âAlright. Let me see what I can find to make.âÂ
You stand, walking into the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder, itâs hard not to get caught up in how intimate this feels. Your face warms and so does your belly, floored by how handsome Tenko really is in that low light that envelops his profile.Â
Thereâs no way your work wouldâve failed him tonight. It means too much that it works well
âNext time, come up with a better excuse. Or just text me and tell me you wanna come over.â
You confirm that he has been caught, literally and figuratively. He debates showing himself the exit but instead follows you into the kitchen. Thereâs no point in backing away now. His heavy footsteps echo after yours while you dig through the fridge and continue to hum, bopping your head along to a completely made up song.Â
âCan I ask you something?â
Glancing over your shoulder while pulling out a carton of tofu, you nod at his question. He keeps his eyes as averted as he can, floored by how exposed you are now that youâre not in a dimly lit room, and clears his throat.
âWhy do they call you Sparkles? Is it a hero name or something?â
Snorting, you shake your head and shut the fridge. Making your way to the counter that he leans against, you look up at him and slowly start to get to work while contemplating how to best answer the question.
âIâm surprised the Midoriyaâs havenât told you that story,â you joke about Izuku and his girlfriend as one, despite the formality of marriage not yet being completed.Â
âIâve never really asked them.â
Tenko has asked Izuku many other questions about you, namely about the nature of your friendship with Lemillion and how close you two really are.
âThey just like each otherâs attention,â Deku comforted his unlikely friend with a pat on the back the last time the entire group of you went out and Tenko watched the blonde man hug you a little too tightly.Â
But beyond that, he has managed to feel you out himself. Perhaps against his better judgment and here he is again, desperate to learn a little more.Â
âWell when I was a third year my final project to graduate from the support course was a glitter bomb.âÂ
You finally start, finishing chopping one item and moving onto the next.Â
Graduation came not long after the Meta War ended. The project was something youâd worked tirelessly on for months before that, a sophisticated piece of equipment with a state of the art fireless ignition. Safety has always been the reason you wanted to invent and this was a golden opportunity to invent something that had no possible chance of hurting its user. No backfiring, no risk.Â
âHonestly, nobody really found the invention that funny except for me given, you knowâŚâ you wave your knifeless hand around and raise your eyebrows hoping he gets the message without being insulted.Â
Tenko tilts his head to the side, unfolding his arms and bracing them on the edge of the countertop. He picks up what you mean and doesnât wish to pull the thread, eyes darting from his feet to your hand and back.
âBut long story short, Hatsume told me once that they are still cleaning glitter out of the 3A classroom carpets and now everyone calls me Sparkles. I ended up selling the schematics to the support item manufacturer that one of my other classmates works for so it worked out.â
The lack of response worries you although itâs a bit silly to care in the first place. You donât want his presence to be impermanent but you know that once his time trailing Deku around like a puppy is through, itâs likely heâll never stop by again. Itâs something youâve kind of resigned yourself to over the last several months after finding yourself a little too invested in what you can do to bring a smile to that handsome face that looks a little more lively every day.
Thatâs a concern for a few months from now. Youâve always prided yourself on the ability to live in the moment so here you are, choosing to ignore an uncertain future to embrace whatâs right next to you.
With an exaggerated sigh, you gather up a pile of green onions with the back of your hand and look up at him with a wry half smile. âWhy did you think they called me Sparkles?â
Shrugging, he smiles down at you.
âGuess I always thought it was because of your personality.âÂ
Biting back a smile, your cheeks warm while you drop the tofu and a bunch of sauces into a now hot pan.Â
âYou really think I sparkle?â
Chuckling, he lifts himself away from the counter and walks to your other side to gently shake the handle of the frying pan.Â
âI think thereâs no way you donât already know that about yourself.â
No sense in arguing with a man who is right. Giggling, you reach for the frying pan handle and gently shove him with your shoulder.
âHey, youâre my guest. Let me handle it.â
Side stepping, he finds himself looking downward at the slope of your back and once again at your very visible derrière. That same ache that led him to your front door returns, his mouth drying out as he realizes it.Â
Why does he feel comfortable enough to stand here? Is progress, improvement even, supposed to feel this terrifying?
âGo sit down Ten,â you nod toward the living area with a smile. âI can handle it.â
Ten.
It has been a long time since someone he considered a friend called him that. He doesnât recall anyone heâd ever considered more than saying it.Â
âAnd what if I stay right here?â He asks, smiling when you look over your shoulder at him again.Â
Is he flirting with you?
âThen I wonât stop you.â
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âIs it even right to tell them about the two of you? Arthur isnât sure.â
Rating: Mature, Mild Smut
CW: Talks of Sex, High Honor Arthur Morgan, drinking, background ships, gender neutral reader
Ship: Arthur Morgan/Reader, Karen Jones/Molly OâShea, Bill Williamson/Kieran Duffy, Sean Macguire/Lenny Summers
âKieran is one noisy motherfucker when it comes to sex. Who wouldâve thought, huh? Kid has some vocals on him,â Bill snorts as he sips on his booze.
Arthur didnât bother looking up from his journal, but he was following the conversation. But should Bill really be talking about that?
He doesnât need to know how loud Kieran can get.
Karen hums in agreement, equally as drunk. âYou should hear Molly. She can sing real pretty for me.â
Arthur doesnât need to picture Molly underneath Karen, nor does he want to picture Kieran under Bill.
Sean says something about Lenny, which makes Karen and Bill tease him about not lasting long and how its a mircale Lenny hasnât run off to find someone else to properly fuck him.
âWhat about you, Arthur?â Bill asks, catching the outlawâs attention.
âWhat about me?â Arthur grunts, still scribbling.
âHowâs your partner in the shack? Loud? Quiet? Share with the group!â
Arthur frowns, pausing.
Is it even right to tell them about the two of you? Arthur isnât sure. When he thinks about it, he guesses you can be both loud and quiet. Really, it depends on how rough heâs going and how deep he can hit.
You can moan his name as loudly as can be, especially if you want others to hear. (Like those working girls down in Valentineâ)
Or you can quiet the noise down enough so the others donât hear the two of you going at it.
Youâve learned the hard way to control the volume after Jack curiously asked why you got so loud and why you were walking funny.
âI donât really wannaââ
âCome on,â Karen groans. How drunk is she?
Sean takes a swing of his booze. âLennyâs real loud if I strike him right. Really gotta aim for that spot.â
âYou should see Molly sometimes. God, all pretty sprawled out like that for me,â Karen licks her lips.
Bill grins, eyes locked on Arthur. âShare, Morgan.â
Arthur picks at his journal and scowls. Nope. Heâs not doing this. He isnât going to share how flustered you get when his cock is deep inside, or how he lives for those noises when your g-spot is continously hit.
His cock hardens a little at the memories.
âNo,â Arthur says. âAinât doing this. I ainât discussing my private life.â
He tucks his journal away, ignoring the groans of the others, and walks off to find you.
Itâs your fault his cock is starting to get hard anyway, so you can help deal with the problem.
#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption#rdr2#bill williamson#arthur morgan#karen jones#sean macguire#high honor arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#karen jones x molly o'shea#bill williamson x kieran duffy#sean macguire x lenny summers
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I know this is going to sound naive and stupid but I was wondering what the suggestions on your post to sell stuff/downsize and save money are for? Like am I preparing money to move, avoid starvation because we might be headed into a depression 2 type of era or?
I guess I'm just kind of wondering because I got out of homlessness not that long ago and I already lost everything and recently I've started to rebuild. I don't even have that much but what I do have feels so important to me so I was thinking like...should I just stop building if I have to lose it again anyway? Should I just go into money saving mode and start treating this as life or death?
My Day 1 advice is a combination of:
Quickly pulling together a little extra money for emergency one-time fees, like for a passport
Having less *stuff* to be in a position to move in a hurry, if necessary
Being willing to share/give away some of your stuff to those with a greater need
Overall cultivating a more mindful attitude towards possessions, in a way that is sustainable and self-sufficient long-term. (Slow fashion, is an easy example.) I'd say in your case, this is what you should focus on when you make new purchases.
I'm sorry my wording is vague in my OP. It doesn't feel like I left poverty too long ago, fwiw, and I understand what it feels like to have been deprived for a long period of time.
For immediate action, you should still be trying to build an emergency fund of some sort, where your current expenses can be covered for multiple months. (This can take a while to achieve, I know it can be tough.) And if you're in a place where you may need to flee a red state soon, enough to cover moving expenses.
But overall, while our possessions can do a great deal to ground us and provide comfort, yes, I do think you need to ask yourself, "how ready am I to leave my things behind and start over". I hope it doesn't come to that.
Do expect for the cost of living to rise sharply in the coming months. Some kind of financial crisis is very likely. Cut back now on habits that can lead to overspending. See where you can stretch your budget.
But for now, save what you can, spend wisely, take advantage of what's free out there, share resources with your community, and be generous when possible to those less fortunate.
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Please please please a drabble I've been in a constant state of panic. Maybe a fluff fic of Edwin and Charles at an amusement park or carnival? â¤ď¸
sorry this leaned somewhere between fluff and... sad? not really, but there is a touch of it, which i feel like sort of fits with the day everyone has had.
much love to you, @edwinspaynes and thank you for the prompt <3 <3 <3
(i took drabble prompts during election night and am currently getting them out. everyone, please stay safe my loves <3)
Drabble 3
May, 1990
Charles hadnât realized how much his enjoyment of carnivals or amusement parks depended on the types of foods he could eat until he couldnât enjoy them.
Heâd practically begged Edwin to come with him, but now that he was here, he wasnât sure what to do. He couldnât play any of the gamesâ the person manning the booth couldnât see him. He couldnât eat any of the foodâ it would pass right through him and itâs not like he could taste it anyways.
So what was there left to do? He eyed all of the rides nearby, but quickly ruled them out one by one. He might have convinced Edwin to come with him, but he couldnât picture him on any of the rides.
He sighed and kicked at the dirt. He didnât even know why he was making a big deal about any of this. Itâs not like it really mattered. Not when he was alive and certainly not now that he was dead.
âDo youââ Edwin started and then trailed off. âIs there a ride you would like to go on?â He looked around, his eyes landing on a group of teens walking by and followed them as they passed through them. He did that sometimes, his attention getting caught on something and just running away until something brought it back.
âNah, mate,â he said with a forced smile he hoped Edwin couldnât see through. âSânot really that important.â
Edwin furrowed his brows, that very distinct line appearing between them. âBut you were excited?â he said, his voice tipping into a question.
âNot really,â Charles lied. âJust thought it might be cool to check out.â
That same confused look stayed on Edwinâs face. âBut Iââ he cut himself off and fixed his bowtie, which was already very much in place. âVery well.â
He smiled again and bumped his shoulder, completely content to head to the Hall of Mirrors and leave. Edwin, it seemed, had other plans.
âIf you did want to ride something, however, need I remind you that any and all rides are open to us,â he said, waving his hands in a way that gestured to the rides around them. âIt is not like ghosts need wait.â
âWouldnât wanna make you do anything you donât wanna do,â he said with a shake of his head.
That line only seemed to deepen. âWhat makes you think that?â he asked. âBesides, arenât we here becauseâŚâ
Charles frowned and tilted his head. âHere âcause what?âÂ
Edwin cleared his throat. âWell, it is your birthday, is it not?â
Blood that no longer existed seemed to freeze in him as he stared at Edwin. âWhat?â he asked, his throat locking up.
Thin, nimble fingers darted up and down Edwinâs coat before settling into fists against each other. Nervous, flighty energy rolled off of him in waves, nearly strong enough to make Charles sick.
âPerhaps I was mistaken,â Edwin said. âIâ well, I just thought.â
Charles thought back to the last time he had looked at a calendar. It was hard to keep track of what day it was when you never needed to sleep. Or had any sort of usual schedule. Or real purpose in this afterlife.
Not that he didnât think hanging out with Edwin was brills, because it was. And he definitely rather be doing absolutely fuck-all with him than moving on, but that didnât mean some things werenât hard.
âNo,â he said after calculating it in his head. âYou were right.âÂ
This would be the first birthday since his death. The first one that heâd celebrate without a word from his mum or dad. Not that he was exactly keen to hear from his dad, but it was the principle of the thing, wasnât it?
âSo,â Edwin said, looking over to one of the spinning rides. âDo you want to ride?â
âNah,â he said again. He turned away, already planning his route back to the closest mirror when Edwin piped up.
âWhat if I did?â he asked.
He nearly tipped over from stopping so fast. Charles turned, looking at Edwin with unchecked disbelief on his face. âYou wanna ride?â he asked, unable to stop himself from looking Edwin up and down. Had anyone ever rode an amusement park ride with a bowtie on before?
That strange, calculating look came over Edwinâs face. The same one he got when something had especially sparked his interest. Last week it had been one of Charlesâs favorite songs; even though Edwin had claimed to dislike it because it was just ânoise.â
That hadnât stopped him from catching Edwin humming it under his breath later that afternoon.
âI must admit I am rather interested in them,â he said, glancing at Charles from the corner of his eye. âIt seems as though everyone is enjoying them, but I find myself unable to understand why.â
Ah, so that was it. Edwin always did love a question.
âBit of fun, innit?â Charles said. âKinda like riding a horse or a bike or skateboard.â
Edwin nodded. âI do like horses, although I fear I am not sure what a skateboard is.â
Right. Should have guessed that.
âSo you really wanna go?â Charles asked. Even he could hear how desperate he was for Edwin to say yes.
Because Edwin would say yes, if Charles asked. That was something heâd found out rather quickly about the boy. No matter what it was, he almost always agreed to try something, even if he was sure heâd hate it. How long he was committed to trying tended to depend on the action.
But Charles didnât want to have to ask. He knew it wasnât fair, but he wanted someone who wanted to willingly do what he wanted to do, even if that was as simple as riding the whirling ride in front of them.
âI wouldnât have said so if I didnât want to,â Edwin said, and Charles was sure that was the case.
âRight!â Charles said. He clapped his hands together and shuffled Edwin towards the ride. âLetâs go then!â
Thankfully there seemed to be one empty as they approached. Otherwise, Charles shuddered, they might have had to sit in a seat where someone else was sitting. Which was fine, but definitely not the best experienceâ for ghosts or living people. He didnât think heâd ever get used to people being able to walk through him.
âSo, you hold on right here,â Charles said, pulling the bar down across both of their laps. âAnd then you lean right or left and it helps spin you faster.â
Edwinâs lip jutted out in thought. âAnd we want that?â he asked.
âYeah we want that!â Charles said, feeling more and more pumped. âItâs what makes it fun.â
Edwin nodded, agreeing to try it.
Once the ride started it quickly became obvious that they wouldnât need to lean. Since there was supposed to be no one inside, the ride moved crazilyâ around and around until Charles was sure heâd be sick.Â
âGhosts cannot get sick,â Edwin said, as they climbed off the ride. His green tinged face spoke otherwise.
âAnything else you wanna try?â Charles asked, glancing at the other rides.
Edwin did the same. âI picked this one. You pick the next,â he said.Â
And Charles didnât point out that actually Charles had picked that ride. It didnât seem to be worth mentioning.Â
He picked three more rides, each one turning their stomachs more and more until Edwin finally waved off. âI think I need to sit,â he said, all but collapsing onto a bench outside one of the lines.Â
Charles nodded and sat next to him. Who knew vertigo could affect ghosts?
âGotta be like a rule book somewhere to this all, right?â Charles asked, seemingly out of the blue.
Edwin pulled his head up from between his knees to look at him. âAmusement park rides?â he asked.
âGhost rules, I mean,â he said. âLike, who knew we could get sick?â
âWe cannot,â Edwin said, although his head was back between his legs, so who really knew what was true anymore.
âJust saying. Seems like it would be useful,â he said.
Edwin bobbed his head slightly. âMaybe you should write it,â he said.
Charles laughed, far more loud and boisterous than he had intended. âMe? Write a book? Oh thatâs rich.â
Edwin looked at him. âI donât see why not. Youâre intelligent, you love to question me when I tell you something about âghosts rulesâ as you so call them. I think youâd be perfect for it.â
That was just ridiculous. âIf anyone should, itâs you, mate. Iâve seen the way you read, and youâre always writing in that notebook of yours. Youâre already halfway to writing the book!â
A small, genuine smile touched Edwinâs lips. It was rare for Charles to see, something that he could usually only coax out of him at the most unexpected moments. Heâd love to know how to get more of them, how to be the one to always make him smile, but heâd settle for what he had gotten so far.
âI think I have a different career in mind,â he said.Â
This was the first Charles had heard of this. Who had ever heard of a ghost with a career before?
âWhat is it, mate? Gonna be a full time scarer at a haunted house?â he asked, elbowing him.
That smile again. âNo,â he said. âIâm thinking about being a detective.â
Well, Charles thought, that was probably the best idea either one of them had had yet.
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<Null> {Mal Du Pays} (Siffrin) [Loop] [(Siffrin?)]
{Who are you. You held the new presence by the cloak. Fake smile. Fake. You thought this was Loop. Loop who was acting strange.}
[(. . . I, I'm S-)]
{I heard you the first time.}
[(Oh haha! It's ok to be hard of hearing. I'm hear to help a-)]
{Shut. Up.}
[(. . . .)]
{. . . Do you know where you are.}
[(. . . No.)]
{You're in bed. We're in bed. We're drifting off to sleep, soon with Isabeau next to us. Far, far from the house-}
[(Liar.)]
{. . . ?}
[(You're lying to me. I'm hallucinating. This is a nightmare. The housemaid will wake me up soon. We'll find the water. The keys. The fire. The-)]
{Stop.}
{It was cold. Quiet. The new one looked like Siffrin. And maybe acted like Siffrin once upon a time, but not any more. The smile was still there. We're not in the house anymore.}
[(. . . . .)]
{. . . . You feel like loop. Why.}
[(I'm nothing like that star.)]
[(I'm nothing like that coward. I'm nothing like that fool. I'm nothing like that, like that weak part of myself. They will never get their wish, MY wish.)]
{They kissed Isabeau.}
[(Because of that shared body. He doesn't love us. We're just manipulating him. Getting him to fall for us by copying those cute mannerisms of a Siffrin long gone. I. Am. Siffrin.)]
{. . . You're who Loop was, who they were before-}
[(And what are you? Shadow? Sadness? You're a disgrace. A joke. A sick freak who doesn't deserve love or forgiveness. Protect everyone? What a joke. You just want an excuse to hurt people and take the fighter all for yourself. You should disappear. Disappear and never return-)]
{Enough.}
[(Maybe you should bite back for once. Could do something good for once. Your dagger is there. You should kill them. Kill them now before they take Siffrins heart-)]
{ENOUGH.}
{You had a theory. You make the call gesture. You wish to talk to loop.}
{. . . . Hmm.}
Ow-
{Loop?}
Not, sure. Maybe.
{The figure was, for lack of a better word, glitched. Are you dissociating?}
Yes I, think so.
{. . . . Do you need a hand.}
F. . . Fine.
{reluctantly, you open your arms. The. . . Loop? Siffrin? The mix of them both, was in your arms. You shuddered.}
{. . . . Breathe?}
Breathe. . . . In. . . . Out. . . .
. . . . . .
You. . . Forced, forced us into, ah, blurriness.
{Like how we get blurry? Unable to tell who is who, but it's. . . You?}
Ha. . . Exa[ctly- oh! You step away from Mal. Your blinding head hurt so, so much. You, weren't sure what just happened. How do I, look.]
{Like a star. You have that star cloak Isabeau gave you now though.}
[Strange. . . I. . . I'm, not sure what just happened.]
{. . . I have an idea. But you need to rest. I'll deal with it.}
[I. . . Fine. I don't want to be here anyways, stars. . .]
{. . . . Once Loop was gone, you return to reality. You get up from bed quietly, careful not to awaken Isabeau, and find the journal you were gifted. You to to the window, to write by moonlight.]
{"Unable to sleep, late night, Loop fronting, strange thoughts and going on in front. Loop was being strange. It was hard to get to front. Eventually got. New headmate."}
{You pause for a second, and look for that little booklet that lady gave you. You looked for something specific in it. . .}
{"booklet page 4, possible subsystem? Loop and not-Siffrin shared body in headspace. Not-siffrin is. ." You pause to look at the booklet again. ". . . Possible persecutor. Handle with care. Talk to. Get me if causing issues."}
{. . . . You sigh. "Loop has many issues. Must. MUST talk about them. Need name for Not-Siffrin. Tell party?"}
{You leave four boxes in the book, and put an X in yours. You didn't want to bother them with it, not yet. . .}
{. . . . You sign off on the journal. Put it away. Then get back into the shared bed. You get closer to Isa. At least he was here, as a silver lining.}
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Fave reconciliation fics?
What a wonderful ask, thank you!
Reconciliation is such an important part of many Beatles fics, especially those about John and Paul. Don't we all wish they could have...And what if...and why couldn't they...
It's interesting, because on the one hand it's an intellectual challenge to come up with a good reconciliation story (could they have reconciled? How?), and on the other hand, it's pure self-indulgence: a way to give them the ultimate warm, fuzzy, tear-soaked, slicked up, soaring piccolo trumpet catharsis they deserved. Together.
Or perhaps their reconciliation will be a small gesture? A silent agreement? A warm little spark? Anyway, enough waffling: here are some older faves and more recent stories with reconciliation at its focus. Focus is on John and Paul, with some others added. It's a long-ish list, so here's a break.
(Just like) Starting Over by dollylux. John and Paul are writing together again in 1980. Is there anything better? (I found this one on @beatlesficrecs! Thank you, recommender.)
dreaming of the past by @revollver. 1969. To deal with the Apple corps horrors, John imagines a very sexy Tiny Paul during business meetings. When he confesses this to real Paul, something starts shifting.
broken-hearted jubilee by @backbenttulips. John listens to McCartney and...understands. He and Paul meet. Dot dot dot.
where the spirit meets the bone by @scurator. All right, "reconciliation" might be a bit of a reach, but on the other hand, no, it isn't. How would you call it if a man makes peace with the lost love that haunted his life, and breaks through to the happiness he deserves? Heartbreak and one of favorite endings ever, periodâall in one fic. Read it to experience it yourself.
Aninut by @pauls1967moustache. The Beatles reconcile after Brian's death, the way they should have done.
believe me when i tell you by @zilabee. John talks to Paul about the way he sings Oh! Darling. The mesmerizing sight of the elusive McCartney heart, captured but not crushed by John's beautiful hands.
Lucky You by @crumblingcookies. 1970's. On a whim, Paul answers an ad in a gay paper looking for a Paul McCartney lookalike. The person placing the ad was John. It turns out this roleplay setting helps them to...reconcile.
Running with Scissors by @unchaineddaisychain. John and Paul reconcile after John cut the dress of Paul's girlfriend in Hamburg. Blood and blades and cuts and aftercareâincredibly hot and intense.
the touch of the velvet hand by downtothelastdrop. Early days. After Paul gives John his first blowjob, things become fraught and awkward. But not for long.
Origin of Love by @scurator and @paulmcfruity. 1971. After a boring business meeting, John and Paul spend some time alone and do what they fucking should have done. Extremely satisfying read.
Stop all the Clocks by @javelinbk. Paul and John retreat to Paul's farm in Scotland after Brian's death and confront their feelings about everything, including each other. Brian is beautifully present in this story.
Adventures in Total Honesty by @merseydreams. 1975. Paul and John meet after the grammies. They talk. They drink Margaritas. They...reconcile.
Slip of the Tongue by @pauls1967moustache. Maybe my favorite reconciliation story? 1960's. Paul and John reconcile after John says Stu's name during sex. John POV, but there's also a great POV switch to Paul here!
Bonus 1: Paul and Stu
Baselines by cloudy_blue. Stu gives Paul his bass after leaving the band. Reconciliation? A kind of truce.
filling the cracks that ran through the door by @wronglennon. Hamburg. John fights with Stu. Paul can't stand Stu. And yet, sex and reconciliation and sex are possible. A comforting thought in these times.
Bonus 2: Paul and Jim
Hand in Glove (Hand Covers Bruise) by @cherrycreamtangerine. Paul and Jim have the talk they should have had.
Bonus 3: Omegaverse Art (J/P). Yes, they reconcile. Thoroughly.
I Need You by @macca-is-art. Treat yourself. Just go there.
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