#or at some point she says something vague about her dad always being out when she was young and it makes lucifer and satan sideeye solomon

[fuckitpossumorb]

It’s 2:15 am as I’m writing this. I accidentally fell asleep earlier and can’t go back to sleep yet so I’m back on my bullshit.

On the same vein of Rett having a vaguely stable childhood he’s done many child like things in his life, he was allowed to grow up and develop correctly. His issues stem mostly from all his time in the war, something me might’ve signed up for with the ideals of fighting for those who couldn’t. Paving the way for a better life for his family even if it put him in danger.

I got a little out of the main idea but what I mean is Rett probably celebrated Christmas (Yuletide? Decemberween?) Rett probably had grandparents he called weird nicknames, maybe even great grandparents he knew for a shorter time, he had family traditions, family games, probably has memories of being a little kid and fucking around in the ranch with his sibling/cousins/whatever. Rett celebrated his birthdays, probably did things for mother/Father’s Day and had normal child-like fears he grew out of.

Pyke DIDNT and it makes him so weird for everyone around him. Be it because he had to raise himself or because he was raised on a monastery and very sheltered Pyke doesn’t have any references for all these universal childhood experiences Rett keeps bringing up.

He never celebrated Christmas until getting into the rhapsody, his childhood “games” are more like street fights, he doesn’t celebrate his birthday, even funnier he barely remembers how old he is because he stopped counting after reaching “adult” age.

To make matters worse Pyke is so fucking cagey about it, plus, when he first moved into the rhapsody had a tendency to make shit up. He’d switch the stories of how he got the sparrow, what planet he was born in, one day he has an older sibling and the next it was a younger one. It’s not because he can’t keep his stories straight it’s more about seeing if he’d be called on it.

Those were the obvious lies of course, Pyke had more stories that he told Rett that were completely made up but Rett believed because he never faltered on them. Always told them the same as if Pyke had been telling the same tale for years and years and who is to say he hasn’t? He probably has, the only detail about it is that it isn’t true at all.

That’s up until they begin to trust each other and Pyke finally comes clean about all his lies which makes things better but also worse because he isn’t lying about not knowing his age. He isn’t lying about not knowing what people do in Christmas. He isn’t lying about not knowing all these childhood experiences.

Rett kind of weirdly starts to gauge out how much Pyke has experienced and how much he hasn’t with very pointed questions, and makes it his job to show him some of those experiences himself.

Ziggy and Ko have similar experiences whenever Pyke just drops a very odd fact about himself with the destructive implications of a nuke in the middle of a very normal conversation.

Ziggy just kind of things he’s lying or just part of Pyke being “old” but Ko is pretty much confused because she knew Pyke in prison and you meet a lot of weird people in prison.

Ko didn’t have the prettiest childhood but her dad tried and listening to Pyke talk sometimes makes her feel better because what are you talking about.

The image I have printed in my skull is Ko leaning towards him for whatever reason during a meal in prison and Pyke immediately covers his food and leans away. Ko thinks well whatever, food is scarce on prison that’s fine, but then he keeps on doing it and then they’re in the Rhapsody with human conditions and he keeps doing it.

She brings it up to Pyke and he says he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, Ziggy has noticed and tells Ko he also has no idea what’s up with that. Finally they bring it up to Rett thinking maybe it’s something he developed from prison but he’s like oh yeah he’s always been like that.

Solari with their fucked up metabolism + going hungry when you’re young means you value food over many things. They’re just lucky he hasn’t tried biting them yet.

Idk they just give off junkyard dogs who can’t be separated energy.

Rett remembers the comfort of a home from an age long gone and is willing to settle back into it but at his own accord and time. It takes him time to trust and fears the rug will be pulled under his feet but slowly settles back into old routines that are bittersweet and nostalgic.

Pyke never knew a home and has to be taught there is something beyond the collar around his neck and the burning sun on his skin.

Anyways,,, they’re both low-key cryptids to me but in very diferent ways.

Bon is back to talking about SDR because I’m insane and it’s practically the one reason I got active on tumblr despite having this account for like 7 years or smt like that.

Anyways,,, I was thinking about characters, their possible backstories and noticed that Rett feels like someone who grew up well adjusted with a family and Pyke doesn’t.

Like, okay, we know Ziggy has parents who are alive and Ko had a dad and sister but we know nothing about Rett and Pyke outside of they did have Dandy at some point with them.

Yet Rett feels like he had a family at some point. I’ve seen some people adopt the idea that his family had a ranch at some point bc of a joke in overture, but it does feel fitting to him for some reason.

I know overture got eviscerated but Rett’s characterization is the one thing Pyke didn’t 100% lie about, some of his quirks and personality traits overlap and he’s always felt like a family man, Paternal if you will. His relationship with Dandy and also with Ziggy, how quick he is to take the awkward dad with a teenage son dynamic with him, all his interactions with Ko.

He feels like he knows the steps of having a family, through ups and downs. Whenever he got the rhapsody, whether you believe he bought it or built it himself he got a massive ship with a kitchen, recreational spaces and multiple rooms. Despite being a man broken by war and looking to go away he still equipped his ship with a crew in mind. A family in mind.

On the other side Pyke… well he’s always seemed like a scrappy kid to me. He give me the impression of someone who grew up alone, never knew something like a mother or father to rely on, who what he’d everyone around him with families and safety and desperately wishes for one.

He gives me the impression he never knew his parents and grew up alone in the streets getting into fights until he got picked up/kidnapped/recluted into wherever he became a monk. Be it because of his abilities or because he was a homeless kid.

You would also spin it as him not knowing his parents by being in the monastery itself, kind of a lufti situation if you will, he was abandoned in the monastery’s doorstep and never had a mother or father just teachers, “brothers” only by title and not my emotion or dynamic.

This is still true for overture he seems like Leo found him and brought him into the fold but with Anthem saying all of that dynamic was a story it makes it SO MUCH WEIRDER.

Because it implies that Pyke, when making a long elaborate story decides to give himself a father figure and if you subscribe to the idea he and Rex had a sibling thing going on then a whole family, and the odd part is that he decides to make that fake family flawed.

Khan isn’t a perfect father, he plays favorites ans is very much rough around the edges, Rex isn’t a doting perfect sibling, Pyke despises him and thinks he would kill him if given the opportunity, something Pyke himself is also willing to do. Yet Rex looks after Pyke for whatever reason and despite their broken relationship Khan is forgiving.

NOT ONLY THAT he also makes a bigger crew for the Rhapsody! Though they are a big gaggle of misfits who dont always get along they still look out for each other no matter what, through thick and thin they are there for each other and for what.

It’s just wild to me that when given the opportunity Pyke doesn’t just give himself one attempt at a family he gives himself TWO and both of them are flawed and broken and a little weird. Neither of them are blood families either, they’re forged by bonds between people.

ALSO when he’s talking to Ziggy and references liking an old show called “the last Khan” whose main character was named Leo. Pyke made up a father he named after one of his favorite characters and maybe even modeled after, it’s whatever sure.

[journey-to-the-attic]

does solomon realise that everyone thinks ik is his kid and if so does he embrace it

it probably takes him a while but i reckon he does figure it out? either from asmo being nosy or barbatos saying something like (scornful) "how a wretched man like you had a child i will NEVER know" and solomon's like "what??????"

i feel like he'd neither confirm or deny it... on the one hand, it could be advantageous for the rumour to spread, since it might make any dangerous demons think twice - or it could bring more unwelcome attention and make things even trickier

i think he's also cautious about it because ik has a weird relationship with fatherhood in general, so he doesn't try to genuinely act in that capacity, but given he's ik's primary guardian right now, he also can't really avoid it? so he keeps supporting the dad theory without trying

the others assume that they're being evasive about it for ik's safety, which also why ik calls him by name. i imagine diavolo realising what he thinks is the truth and being like "aww how sad, his daughter can't call him dad :("

ik doesn't even notice everyone else thinking this. the brothers try to subtly interrogate her and she just answers vaguely with relation to her actual father, without actually contradicting them, so she's not helping with their theorising either

[champagnefountains]

LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.

CHAPTER II - Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.

Previous chapter: [x] Word Count: 3.4k+ words (unedited). Genre/other tags: Angst with some fluff. Jealousy. Fem pronouns used. Warnings: Swearing. Self-deprecation. Manipulation (on Alastor's part).

It had been nearly over a week since you and Lucifer last talked – it had also been a week since Lucifer was last seen around in the hotel. Angel, being the gossiper he was, relayed everything that had transpired between you two to the others the following day. Seeing the sensitive and sad shell of a person you were left in, everyone remained cautious and had started walking on eggshells around you. Of course, you were quick to pick up on that, as embarrassing as it all was (minus Alastor, who continued on with his usual theatrics and mischief). 

Charlie in particular was the most concerned out of them all, since this was her dad we were talking about. She knew with certainty that he was confining himself in the castle to distract himself from what happened – likely something involving his rubber-ducky obsession – instead of facing the problem head on. It was his pride that sometimes got in the way of his better judgement.

Not only that, but Charlie clearly saw the massive toll it took on you. If you weren’t distracting yourself with work or doing something related to the hotel, you would lock yourself away in your room, only coming out to quickly grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Charlie even made efforts to strike many conversations with you from time to time, but was either excused or was only given one-worded responses. She knew not to take your dismissive behaviour to heart, but she couldn’t help but fret over you.  

So it came as an absolute surprise when out of nowhere, Charlie received a call from her father. She messily scrambled for her phone on her desk, fumbling and nearly dropping it in the process before violently tapping on the small screen. “H-Hello?! Dad, hey!” She answers a bit too enthusiastically while nervously combing her hair with a free hand. “Uh, hey Charlie!” Lucifer stiffly greets from the other line, “I just…um, thought I’d give a call to, uh, see how everyone’s going at the hotel!” The Princess noted how much hoarser his voice was than usual, but decided not to comment on it aloud. 

“Well, y’know how it is! It’s been busy and lively as always–everyone’s been working really hard and all,” she answers vaguely, nervously chuckling. “Err, yeah! Right. That’s a–that’s a relief to hear. Yep,” he hums. There was a brief, awkward pause that ensued soon after, the both of them not knowing what to say next. The whole exchange was becoming increasingly painful that Charlie resisted the urge to pull her hair. She then clears her throat. “H-How about you, dad? What’ve you been up to? You’ve been gone for a couple or so days,” Charlie finally musters, “are…are you doing alright?” 

“Me? Oh yeah, psh! I just got, erm…a lot of things going on at the moment. It’s not so easy being the big boss of hell after all! Got a lot of important things to do! Plus, I’ve got heaps of paperwork to do for the hotel. You should know how tedious that is,” He says, adding an exaggerated groan. 

The princess furrows her brows. “Oh, that’s���strange. ’Cause I could’ve sworn you left all the papers here…y’know, the ones you told me to revise over?” Charlie replies, side-eyeing the said documents stacked neatly on her desk. A startled yelp escapes his throat. “O-Oh...did I?” He stammers.

Charlie couldn’t help but wince at the evident panic that began to set in as she listened to her father make incomprehensible noises from the other line. It was a poor attempt in reasoning, which ultimately became useless in the end. Lucifer let out a long sigh, caught red-handed. “Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You guys probably already know what happened–which by the way, Charlie, you shouldn’t be lying to me about!” He pointedly remarks. 

“I-I’m sorry, dad! It’s just…I’m really worried about you,” she reasons, before shortly adding, “...The both of you.” 

There was a small pause. “...How is she, by the way?” He then asks quietly. Charlie nervously tugs her bottom lip with her fangs. “Well, she’s keeping herself busy. Constantly, as a matter of fact. And I know she’s trying hard to convince us all that she’s holding up okay, but…she doesn’t look too good, dad. She seems really upset.”

A shaky exhale sounded from his end. “I…I really am hopeless, aren’t I?” He mumbles defeatedly. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could picture him burying his face in his hands. The image caused Charlie’s eyes to soften. “Dad, no. It’s not too late. You still have a chance to make things right,” Charlie gently encourages through the speaker, “you just need to talk to each other–”

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, a bright, blazing portal manifests from thin air – from it, emerges Lucifer himself who appeared extremely dishevelled, effectively catching Charlie off guard. 

“But, hun, y-you don’t understand! I messed up big time!” He exclaims, tugging on his unkempt hair as he aimlessly paced around her office. “I-I mean, look at me! I’m a fucking mess and a coward! Why would she ever think to take me back after what I did!?” He chuckles humourlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “I-It’s like no matter how many times I try to redeem and convince myself that everything’s finally going right in my life, I just continue to fuck myself over and over again. And it’s just– ugh! It’s pathetic! I’m fucking pathetic!” 

Charlie’s chest tightened considerably as she watched her father self-destruct before her. Strands of his golden hair were sticking out here and there, his dress-shirt tousled, and his eyes were glossed over and red, from both a lack of sleep and crying. He looked utterly devastated. Chucking her phone away, she immediately sped towards and enveloped Lucifer in her arms, who immediately broke down into heavy sobs. Seeing him like this brought tears to her own eyes, but she firmly told herself to be the stronger person in this situation, for his sake. 

“Hey, hey. Dad, listen to me, okay? Everyone deserves a second chance. You of all people should know–you were the one who taught me that, remember?” Charlie rubbed his back soothingly, trying to ease the jumpiness of his shoulders. “And that also applies to you. I…I know you’ve been through a lot, especially with mum…” She couldn’t help the way her frown deepened as she spoke, “...and I miss her too. I miss her a lot. But…I think it’s finally time for you to move on. It’s been years, dad. You deserve to be happy and you’re allowed to be in love again.” 

“[Name]’s an amazing person, and there’s no doubt about that. She’s proved that more than many times already. I’m certain that once things ease over and you guys finally talk things through, everything will turn out okay; she’s very understanding and kind like that. You’ll both be okay.” Charlie gently pulls Lucifer away and with the sleeve of her blazer, she wipes his damp, reddened cheeks. “I know for a fact that she loves and cares about you deeply – we can all see it as clear as day. You…you love her too, don’t you, dad?” 

For a brief moment’s contemplation, Lucifer suddenly recalled the times you spent together, from your initial meeting to now. He had always thought you were a strong and independent soul, with the way you carried yourself. You just had something about you that naturally drew in those around you, including himself. When Lucifer got to know you in a deeper level, he was enthralled by how kind and understanding you were – you were always there to listen to his many tales and endless nonsense; you would always seem genuinely interested in his rubber-duck-esque inventions, offering some input and critiquing his creations; and you would always be so, so supportive of all his plans and ideas, no matter how extraordinary they all seemed.

If he hadn't known any better, Lucifer would've thought you were an actual angel. You were the saviour that wore off the darkness in troubling times, and the one who pulled him out of the void that Lilith had left him in. That and more, as you continuously gave him a real reason to remain hopeful. You were proof personified, that he was able to open his heart once more, and to love again.

“I-I do, I really do,” Lucifer affirms in a heartbeat. Charlie smiles warmly, relieved by his answer, “then that’s all you need to say.” At that moment, Lucifer's chest swelled in overwhelming pride for his daughter, knowing that despite not being as present in her life until recently, she grew up to be the good and strong-willed person he had hoped for.

“O-Oh, jeez. Since when did you grow up so big? I should be the one comforting you,” He tearfully jokes, sniffling whilst returning her smile, “but thank you, Charlie. Really. I’m…I-I really am grateful to call you my daughter.” The two royalties then shared a heart-felt moment and a bone-crushing hug, with the King's heart being filled with a new-found determination. Because, just as he always says: The show must go on. 

Earlier on:

On the other side of the building, you were drowning yourself in your own self-despair as you overlooked the balcony by the front entrance of the hotel. Your eyes lazily scanned the new hotel patrons below, who were engaging in some trust exercises led by Vaggie, who came in to cover you just moments ago. Every once in a while, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone, silently hoping to receive some sort of notification from Lucifer, or even an inkling of his whereabouts. But you received nothing, which only fuelled your growing anxiety.

You felt awful leaving the way you did that night, especially after dumping so much onto Lucifer. You felt like you were being completely selfish, and had cornered him into making a big decision. And because of that, your relationship was on the line. You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing angrily at your face.

Little did you know however, that you had some company lurking nearby, watching you in silent amusement. 

“Now, don’t you look as miserable as ever?” Alastor mockingly chimes in, stepping out from the shadows to make his presence known and joins you by the balcony. You roll your eyes at the deer-demon before turning your head the other direction. “Yeah, and what about it?” You scoff, leaning in to rest your arms against the rails, “Can’t you go bother someone else, Alastor? I’m certainly not in the mood right now.”  

“Why, I wouldn’t be a good hotelier if I left a dear co-worker of mine so down in the slumps!” To your dismay, Alastor reappears in front of you, obstructing your field of view, "And might I add, it's not healthy for you to be all cooped up in your room all the time – stay there any longer, and it can do silly, little things to your head!" He emphasises his point as he spins a finger in a circular motion by his temple. You shot him an irritated look, slowly growing fed up by his prodding. 

"Listen, I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do. I’m more than capable of deciding that on my own,” you growl, straightening up to cross your arms firmly against your chest. “Hm...no, I don’t think so!” Alastor hums, shaking his head disapprovingly, “The unfortunate affair that took place in your courtship with the King has left you in such a vulnerable, and problematic state. And I’m sure you’ve taken note of how everyone’s been acting around you – constantly walking on their tiptoes in fear of setting you off on a hissy-fit. You’ve caused them to worry a lot about you, dear. Poor ol’ Charlie, especially.” 

You open your mouth to retort back, but nothing came out. A strong pang of guilt struck you as his words began to sink in. Seeing this, Alastor’s grin widened a faction as he stepped forward and levelled himself with you, now facing you eye-to-eye. “And as the executive producer of this fine establishment, might I critique that your behaviour is affecting our team’s morale and performance…and we mustn’t have that now, should we? Especially not since we’ve all been more preoccupied recently with our guests!” He…had a fair point, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t…know…” Your voice began to trail off, shoulders slumping in realisation of how selfish and contemptuous you’ve been acting this whole week. You recalled the fretful expressions of your friends and your dismissive attitude towards them. “I-I didn’t mean to make everyone worry…” you quietly say. Alastor’s words only made you feel immensely worse about the whole situation, leaving you sniffling on the spot. 

“Now, now. As long as you realise your mistakes, then you shall be forgiven,” he coos, softly patting the tuft of your head. At that, you couldn’t help but send a doubtful glance his way. “W-wait a minute…why do you care all of a sudden? What exactly are you playing at?” You suspiciously question as you rub at your eyes. 

“Oh, how you wound me, dear! Why must you always question any act of kindness I display? Is it really that hard to believe?” He adverts, evidently feigning hurt. You deadpan. “Yes, it is,” you reply almost instantly. Alastor chortles at your bluntness, “Haha! You’re quite a work of art, aren't you, dear? Now, let’s go out for a walk, shall we?” 

Before you could’ve processed what he had said, Alastor had already spun you around, pulling you with him as you both headed down a flight of stairs. “Wha–Alastor, where are we–where the heck are you taking me?” You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides so as to not trip down the stairs. “Hm? Did I not already specify? It looks like your brooding has impacted your hearing, dear. That’s a shame,” he slyly comments, now dragging you towards the entrance, “We’re both going for a walk around town, it’ll help clear that cloudy head of yours!” 

“Hold on-Stop! Just what makes you think I’d agree to go out with you?” You shoot back, retracting your arm from his hold and stopping metres behind him. Alastor sharply turns around and pulls out a wrinkled, yellow piece of paper out of thin air. Your eyes dart towards the sheet, seeing a familiar hand-writing across the page. 

“Why, I just knew you were going to question me – you're so predictable. But might I add, we’re not going out without purpose! No, no! Our lovely Charlie has composed a list and requested we fetch a couple items in town!” Stepping forward, you swiftly snatched the paper from his clawed hand and briefly scanned the list, noting that it largely consisted of decorations and party items. “She wanted to organise a heart-warming celebration for the wayward souls here who have accomplished some milestones on their journey to redemption! An anniversary ceremony of sorts, if you will,” Alastor explains, lightly patting the non-existing dust off of his suit.

“But couldn’t you just…I don’t know, teleport the things here?” You blatantly ask, raising a brow at him. You knew he was more than capable of doing such minuscule tasks within a span of seconds. “And waste such a beautiful day outside? Now, why would I even consider doing that?” Alastor states matter-of-factly, “And like I said, the short trip will help clear your troubled mind! Consider it a gesture of compassion from yours truly.” 

There was clearly something off about all this but you couldn’t see any reason for an ulterior motive. It was just…simply a manager looking out for the well-being of his work-colleagues, as uncharacteristic and off-putting as it sounded out loud. Already exhausted, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to question his actions any further.

“You’re really not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” You ask. Seeing the way Alastor’s grin widened had you sighing in defeat. “Shall we then?” Alastor questions, offering an arm out to you. Rolling your eyes, you loop one of your arms through and follow him out the hotel. ‘A small walk wouldn’t hurt…’ you think to yourself as the doors shut behind you. 

Currently:

Lucifer tiredly dragged himself to his designated room in the hotel, to rest for a while and take a much needed bath as per Charlie’s advice. He gave himself a lengthy pep-talk in front of the mirror as he brushed his teeth, deciding to approach you tonight to finally talk and clear things out. Yes, he was absolutely terrified about the possibility of things going south during the confrontation, but he didn’t think he could handle another second being without you. And he needed to make that loud and clear. 

After putting on an outfit and neatly slicking his hair back, Lucifer looked at his reflection once more in the bedside mirror, inspecting himself up and down to flatten any remaining creases of his clothing. But it wasn't until his gaze landed on his left hand that he tensed up. Peering down, he brought his hand into view to inspect the very wedding band that caused it all. With a shaky sigh, Lucifer slowly pulled the ring off of his finger. He took a moment to examine it, eyes filled with sentiment before kneeling down to open his bedside drawer, where its designated ring-box sat. The moment he encased the ring in its box and locked it away in his drawer, it felt like a breath of fresh air. To his own surprise, Lucifer found himself tearfully laughing – he felt...genuinely happy. Proud, even. It was at this very moment that he felt like he was finally ready to move forward.

After patting the stray tears away from his face, Lucifer slowly made his way down to the front lobby. There, Charlie and Vaggie were talking amongst themselves by the lounge area, whilst Angel and Cherri chuckled away by the bar, with Husk tending to their beverages. The King didn’t give an inkling of care as to where Alastor had gone, and he was certain that Nifty was hiding somewhere in the small crevices of the hotel, cleaning away. All in all, there was no sight of you whatsoever, visibly disappointing him. 

Seeing his approaching form, Charlie waved his father over towards them. “Hey, dad. Are you feeling a bit better now?” She asks with a comforting smile. “Yeah, totally. Thanks, dear,” he says, patting her shoulder affectionately before turning his attention towards her partner. “Hey! How’s it going, Maggie? I’ve heard you’ve been working real hard lately, huh? Good on yah!” He commends, playfully nudging the said demon. “Oh, um…it’s–it’s Vaggie, sir. And uh, thanks,” she nervously chuckles, rubbing her arm. “Mhm, yeah…that’s–that’s great,” Lucifer distractedly hums, all the while scanning around the room. Noticing this, Vaggie shared a worried look with Charlie. 

“Erm, dad, she’s not here at the moment if that’s what you’re wondering,” Charlie starts, alerting her father. “Oh? Well, is she up in one of the guest rooms?” Lucifer asked, gesturing upstairs with a thumb. To his confusion, Charlie appeared somewhat nervous, her hands fidgeting with her suit. “Uh, no, she’s actually not in the hotel at the moment,” Vaggie steps in, “she’s been out doing a couple of errands for us.” Lucifer raised a brow at the slight edginess in her tone, eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. “...Um, alright. What the heck is going on right now?" He asks, pointing an accusatory finger at them both, "You guys are acting sketchy as fuck. Are you...are you guys hiding something from me?" He narrows his eyes. Charlie sucks in a breath, brows pinching together, “Well...dad, t-the thing is–” 

“She’s out with Smiles right now!” Angel suddenly intervened, calling out from the other side of the room, and causing Charlie to cower and duck behind Vaggie. Lucifer felt his shoulders grow rigid. “She’s…what now?” He dangerously asks, glaring at the arachnid. Before Lucifer trudged towards the direction of the bar, the front doors of the hotel abruptly flew open. He felt the vein in his neck nearly burst at the sound of your laughter interlacing itself with that god-awful, irritating radio feedback. What a wild coincidence.

As Lucifer turned around, his eyes nearly flew out of his head as he saw how close you were with Alastor, arms basically locked together. The radio-demon was quick to meet eyes with the King, and out of spite, Alastor flashed him the biggest shit-eating grin he's ever seen.

“Oh, fuck no!”

Chapter III - Finale [x]

Thank you for reading!

[dreameryfics]

JJ MAYBANK x READER

Summary: JJ has loved you for years, but only now do you realize it

We had just got back to the island from Charleston. John B and Sarah were back home, safe. We had the night, one night where everything felt normal, or at least our normal. John B was still wanted for a murder he didn't commit. We all decided that would be a tomorrow problem, tonight though, was for us.

We were all hanging in the backyard, JJ, Pope, and I all in the hot tub. It was more just a small pool now as the hot tub part didn't work anymore. Kie and Sarah were sitting by the fire; Kie playing the ukulele and Sarah fiddling with the small bandana around her neck. John B was looking at the tribute we made for him, realizing how real it was for us. I made my way out of the 'hot tub' and over to my brother.

I stood beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I thought you were dead, I thought I lost my brother and best friend all in one go. After Dad," I choked up, "I couldn't bear the thought of you being gone too."

"Hey," he turned towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders, "I'm here. You can't get rid of me that easily sis." He pulls me in for a hug, one I knew we both desperately needed. We stay like that for a while before we hear rustling behind us. We turn around and see JJ walking over. “I’ll talk to you later,” I tell my brother, knowing him and JJ needed some time to talk.

I walk and sit next to Sarah, her glancing over at me. Sarah and I had always been friends, even before she met John B. She was always nice to me and knew that being a Kook didn’t make her any better than the rest of us; a concept I wish the other Kook’s would understand.

“I need to tell you something,” she blurted out, facing me now. I turned towards her and she went on, “ John B and I kind of got married.”

“What!?!” I yell out. “Shhh- don’t be so damn loud,” she shushed me. “Sorry, but you can’t expect me to not react that way when he’s my brother and you’re, well you.” I chuckle at her, noticing she’s looking over at John B now. I can see it in her eyes, she loves him; and more than just a high school type of love, a forever love. They’re endgame. “Sarah, I’m so happy for you,” I reach over and grab her hands, “and now I have a sister-in-law! Tell me everything! How exactly do two presumed dead teens get married in a foreign country?”

“Well, it was technically in the middle of the ocean, so legal, not likely, but it is to us,” she told me causing me to let out a slight chuckle. “We’re gonna get a dog,” she said the last part louder. I looked over and saw John B walking towards us, shaking his head at her. “Sarah, not anytime soon. We have to get the gold from Ward first,” he said very matter of fact, “and then full Kook!”

“So, Kie, what’s happening with you and Pope?” Sarah asks pointing over to Pope looking at her. “I don’t know honestly, but I think it might be something.”

“That’s,” I pause trying to find the right word, “vague as fuck, Kie.” We all chuckle knowing that she’ll tell us when she’s up to it and when she knows more about her feelings. She flips me off before getting up and putting on some music.

Sarah and I stood up and went over to Kie, the boys taking our spots we were just at. The three of us started dancing to the rhythm of the music, just enjoying life. I can’t dance, but it doesn’t matter because tonight is just about us all being together. After about three songs, Kie comes over and nudges my shoulder, “look who can’t keep their eyes off of you,” she says looking over to JJ.

I look over at him and see him staring at me. Once he sees me looking at him, he gets the smallest smile on his face and shakes his head at me causing me to blush. “He’s just happy we’re all together again,” I tell Kie, “ don’t read into it. He doesn’t like me like that.” I look down, wanting Kie to be right but knowing he probably just sees me as John B’s little sister.

“Trust me on this one, friends don’t look at each other like that,” she whispers to me before dancing over to Sarah. I glance over at JJ and see him looking at me again. The next song that comes on from Kie’s playlist is a slower song. I see Sarah walk over to John B, hands outstretched, as he stands to grab her arms and pulls her into a hug. Sarah puts her arms around John B’s neck and he places his hands around her waist. She rests her head on his chest and I can see all the trouble and fear just melt away from my brother’s face.

I was about to walk over to grab another beer from the cooler when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turn around and see JJ, “Care to dance with me malady?” He reaches his hand out and bends down slowly. “I thought you’d never ask,” I reply taking his hand and curtsying. We both chuckle and walk hand in hand to where I was just at. I repeat Sarah’s actions and place my arms around his neck and he places his hands on my sides.

“I can’t believe they’re back,” he says looking down at me. JJ had been having a really hard time with John B being missing. He got himself fired after arguing with one of the Kooks about John B being innocent. He didn’t tell anybody else, but he started having small panic attacks. He wasn’t staying at his place anymore, not wanting to be alone so he would often sleep on the couch at the Chateau. “Me either, I’m so fucking overjoyed they’re back. I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do if we hadn’t gotten that text from them.”

“I didn’t either,” he says looking down at me, “I’m just happy I had you.” I could feel the heat rise to my face, maybe Kie was right. “Can I tell you something?” I looked up at him and nod my head. “I don’t want what I’m about to say change anything, but with what’s all happened, I can’t just keep quiet. I love you. I need you to know that in case everything goes to shit and I never get the chance to tell you.” I’m taken aback by his sudden outburst of honesty. We are both now just standing there, not realizing that the rest of the group had taken notice to what was happening.

I didn’t reply right away, not being prepared for this. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said before turning away from me and running his fingers through his hair. “JJ-“ I grab his shoulder to make him turn back towards me. I did the only thing that felt right in the moment, I kissed him. He questioned it for the slightest second before kissing me back. I heard the hoots and hollers from the rest of the group, but all I could focus on was him. This was all that mattered to me in this moment. I pulled away, placing my hand in his, “I love you too.” He pulled me into the biggest and warmest bear hug.

“But what about the no pogue on pogue rule,” I say, still hugging him. He lets out a low chuckle before pulling apart and looking to John B. “He’s actually okay with this,” I look over at my brother, completely surprised at this statement. “What do you think we were talking about before sis?” John B says to me, “I couldn’t bear to watch you two miss your opportunity to be together all because of a stupid rule we made up.” I give him a smile before resting my head on JJ’s chest.

“Told you,” Kie said to me before grabbing another beer and tossing it to me. I stuck my tongue out at her and caught the beer, opening it and taking a sip.

We spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing. Kie and Pope left us. It wasn’t long before our whole world came crashing down around us as two people came looking for John B and Sarah; non other than Barry and Rafe Cameron himself. Maybe we won’t get one night, but we got a few moments, the best moments I would say.

Tomorrow: clearing John B’s name and figuring out what JJ and my first date is going to be. The former is obviously more important, but I can dream.

[anxi04]

Hear me out. HEAR ME OUT.

DC X Epic:TheMusical

Tim Drake who is the descent of the last line of Odysseus (so a descendent of Hermes) through Jack and a daughter of Athena (Janet)

Athena who misses her friend Odysseus and sees so much of him in Tim, who is technically her grandchild and she's so excited about it.

Hermes who also considered Odysseus his friend in a way also seeing so much of him in Tim and being more loudly giddy about it.

Athena and Hermes who absolutely adore Tim and are so proud of him because their kid is so smart and brave and strong and witty.

YES OMG TIM X EPIC???

first of all tim’s hero costume 100% has attributes to both athena and hermes. tim is so insanely offended about the court of owls he decides to make his costume vaguely owl themed to spite them and pay tribute to athena. his shoes also have little feathers on them for hermes (hermes maybe possibly made them flying shoes but no one needs to know that. that is a secret between tim, hermes, athena, and young justice)

of course he doesn’t tell any of the batfam. wonder woman knows cause she can feel the divinity in tim and respects his decision not to tell the batfam so she says nothing outside of a causal “would you like a spar one day?” and that’s the end of that.

he does learn the greek style of sword fighting and also archery. he makes a collapsible bow in the style of odysseus’ bow and even if he doesn’t use it much he always has it on him, both as another tool just in case and a way to honor his long ago relative. and he sees the look in athena and hermes’ eyes when he uses it and wants them to know he’s keeping his legacy alive, even if he never explicitly states it.

his morals are probably a bit less strict. he doesn’t want to kill but he was raised by a demigod and two gods and they definitely have a different view on killing. he sees killing as more of a last resort, if he needs to kill he will but he’ll also do his best not to get there.

during his early stalking the bats days either athena or hermes was always with him. he was nine and while yes he was definitely well trained he was NINE.

bruce quest definitely goes differently. he’s still at like the lowest point of his life, his mom and dad are dead, steph is ‘dead’, bart is dead, kon is dead, cassie is in a cult, the hero community thinks he’s insane, he’s not robin anymore, and bruce is *gone*. but he has athena and hermes (who by the way is very proud of tim being such a good thief. he trained him for sure) and that helps his mental state so much.

the league of assassins and the council still happen, tim still loses his spleen but when he attacks the league he doesn’t worry much about the consequences of blowing the bases up. he doesn’t need to know the exact number of deaths, he hopes a couple of assassins got out but he knows there’s a substantial amount dead.

he’s nowhere near ra’s level, but he does fight him to a closer standstill which only endears him to ra’s more and tim is very much not cool with that. neither are either of the gods. he does Not need ra’s as a father figure thank you very much. hermes takes out any annoyance out on ra’s and really shows he’s the god of mischief

tim also somehow acquires a winion. no one but him knows how. hermes and athena looked away for ten seconds when he was 11 and suddenly he has a winion who is Very against leaving. none of the batfam are sure what it is just that it never leaves tim alone for more than 2 seconds. you know how some animatics just have a random winion with the crew? it’s that winion.

tim also definitely doesn’t just go with red robin as a name once he realizes he can actually choose his own and names himself something honoring both athena and hermes. at this point he also starts using his bow more much to the annoyance of bruce and that’s purely cause tim said he was inspired by oliver just to fuck with bruce.

oliver also sees how good of a shot tim is and is trying to get custody. little does he know bruce doesn’t even have custody athena and hermes got custody of him through a fake identity. bruce has no idea who his guardians are and it drives him crazy cause hes found out they’re not fake and very present in tim’s life BUT HE CANT FIND THEM

[perlukafarinn]

Usually when Claire works the closing shift at Rocky's, she and Dean will wind down with a couple of beers at the end of the night. It's a nice little ritual Claire looks forward to every time she comes around, though she'd never admit as much out loud.

Tonight, Dean has mixed up a batch of one of his specialty cocktails - The Queen of Moondoor. It's bright, a sort of red-orange color, and has a sweet and sour taste that makes Claire's jaw ache.

"Do you like it?" Dean asks, like Claire's opinion really matters.

She nods. "It's good."

She's not lying. Dean isn't really a cocktails kind of guy but he's put a lot of effort into every detail of Rocky's. From the various pride flags carefully hung behind the bar, to the salt painted into the windowsills, every inch of the place is meticulously planned out. Rocky's isn't officially a hunter's bar - though it is explicitly a gay bar - but it's become an unofficial gathering place of queer hunters across the continental US.

Even the cocktails on the menu are Dean's own invention. All of them have a backstory, some of which Claire isn't privy to. She knows enough to understand why the Queen of Moondoor is Dean's personal favorite, though.

It also packs a surprising punch. Two drinks in, and Claire already feels herself tilting from tipsy into full-on drunk. She slows down her pace.

"How long are you planning on sticking around now?" Dean asks, because free booze is never just free booze with him. There's always the interrogation. He's almost as much of a mom as Jody is.

"A few days," Claire answers vaguely. "Maybe longer, who knows. I don't have any hunts lined up right now and you pay pretty well."

She knows for a fact he pays her double what he does his other bartenders. Neither one of them ever mentions it, though.

"Weren't you heading back to Jody's?"

Claire shrugs, uncomfortable. She had been, before last night's call with Kaia. They're good most days, even with the strain of Claire being on the road half the time, but sometimes when they talk, they'll hit on a sore topic for one of them and things will get stilted.

The anniversary of Mom's death is coming up in a couple of weeks. Kaia wanted to join Claire for her visit to the cemetery.

"What's on your mind, Strawberry Shortcake?"

Claire is supposed to roll her eyes now. Tell Dean to fuck off and mind his own business.

She doesn't really want to do that. But she doesn't know how to explain to Dean what she's feeling, either.

"It's stupid," she says. "I'm being dramatic."

"You? Never."

Claire scoffs, and Dean's eyes soften.

"You can talk to me, you know."

"Yeah," Claire says, because she does. He gets her, weirdly enough. They get each other. It probably doesn't say great things about either of them. "I just... I feel like I'm making up problems."

Dean takes a sip of his drink. It's difficult to look dignified, drinking out of a straw, and he does not remotely manage it. "Let me be the judge of that."

"Kaia wants-" Claire stops herself, because that's not the point of it. "I - we're good. Me and Kaia. I don't feel ashamed about it."

Dean waits for her continue.

"I'm a lesbian," Claire adds, even though, duh.

"Congrats," Dean says, and it feels like it could be sarcastic but it's not. He means it.

"I don't think -" no, that's not right. "I know my parents wouldn't be okay with that."

The statement lands heavily between them. It feels bitter on Claire's tongue, an ugly truth held at bay for far too long. She feels awful saying it, like she's failing her parents. Speaking ill of the dead. But it's the truth.

Mom and Dad would make these... comments. And Claire remembers each one with perfect clarity, because she's known something was different about her for a very long time. She knew those comments were aimed at her, even if her parents didn't.

They were wonderful parents in every other aspect. Up until they abandoned her, that is. Claire still can't help but feel like she's failing them, sometimes, being who she is.

"They might have changed their minds," Dean offers. "If they'd known. It's different when it's your own kid."

Claire eyes him, curious. "Was it different for your parents?"

Something crosses over Dean's expression, too quickly for Claire to catch it.

"No," he admits after a beat. He runs his hand over his face. "Maybe - Mom might have been fine with it. She didn't know."

Claire swallows. "But your dad did. And it wasn't different."

She feels cruel, pushing the topic. But there's some perverse part of her that needs the confirmation. Dean reminds her of herself, in a lot of ways. He'd say it was the other way around. If he experienced the rejection that Claire feared as a kid, the one that still scares her even if it's purely theoretical now, then that proves something.

"It wasn't," Dean admits. "But Jimmy Novak was no John Winchester."

Claire's chest aches. There's some hollow triumph at the abstract confirmation of her worst fears. Mostly, she just feels like shit.

"For what it's worth," Dean adds, "I think you're perfect. No notes."

Embarrassingly, Claire's lower lip wobbles. She clears her throat, looking off to the side as she tries to regain her composure.

"You think you're my dad or something?" she asks, voice rough.

Dean shrugs, looking embarrassed himself. "I kind of think of you as my kid, yeah. If that's okay."

Claire crosses her arms, feeling warm and aching and off-kilter. "I - yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

[primeofprimes115]

A Cold "Treat" - Supergirl x Male Reader

Note: Smut 💕

Art by Krysdecker

For the last three months of Y/N's life, everything has been life changing for him in a lot of ways he couldn't describe at all, to say that he was the luckiest boy on Earth, was a true statement in many the many eyes of males his age to say at least.

All his life had been ups and downs, mostly downs but he always seemed to power through them, even the most overwhelming moments in his life, despite feeling rather vague about his life, all he wanted was an escape from the misery that was his day-to-day life, just something that could uplift him in the dark.

His mother was one of those people, especially after his dad mysteriously passed away, she raised him all on her own, working off on the money she had from a dodgy family, though some of the family were genuinely nice people deep down, the other half were something else entirely.

School was rough, through middle to high school, he had the normal-ish, school experience, just with the added down-sides to it, dealing with the wrong people mostly, he had friends, not much, but he definitely had friends.

College was like a breath of fresh air, it was like he could finally breath once again, no more having to deal with shitty people, no more having to deal with teachers who were mostly plain disrespectful or unfun, who would berate you for being two-minutes late or under the ten-minute mark. No more having to deal with wannabe cool people who think they're the toughest in the world.

College was something... New, despite the costs of having to go there in Metropolis, he was more than happy to have been to somewhere fresh and new, than having to deal with low-life people who thought everything mattered to them.

His life began to take a turmoil at this point, with some ups and downs along the way, his life got interesting but not as interesting as a year later in College.

One day, he was just walking down the street, not wanting to live in a Dorm like any other student would, but he was on his way to College when all of a sudden? He walked into a scene of danger, the city threatened by a super-villain, identity confirmed it to be Metallo, an infamous villain that belonged in Superman's rogue gallery, this was Metropolis after all.

And who was at the scene also? Superman's cousin, Supergirl, renowned for her strong will and outgoing personality and friendly nature, unless you piss her off, was fighting Metallo at the scene in Superman's absence. She was seen protecting citizens from a rampaging Metallo who wanted nothing more than revenge on Superman, vowing to kill Supergirl to spite the Man of Steel.

Supergirl was resilient in her efforts to stop the rampaging Metallo, but thanks to Kryptonite? The Girl of Steel would soon fall under the overwhelming effects, making her nauseous and weak, giving Metallo and edge to the fight.

"I'll give Superman your regards on my behalf" Metallo said to spite her, she tried fighting back a little longer but soon fell to her knees with the Kryptonite in his chest fully exposed to her as a beam shot out, hitting her across the road and into a civilian's parked car.

He remembered hiding, hiding and watching how the fight was going down, seeing Supergirl being knocked down like that was heart-wrenching to watch, after all the good she's done for Earth, despite what many people say about her to downvote her, he wasn't one of those people... He once praised Supergirl for her efforts, after all... She saved him a few times before which was over a year ago just before his day into College, and even before that.

"I-I won't...!" the girl struggled to keep her words up, the Kryptonite weakening her further as Metallo walked closer, the light in his chest growing greener, charging up.

"Time to die, girly!" John Corben sneered before he felt a rock bounce off of his head, making him grunt in annoyance.

"Leave her alone!" turning around, he heard the voice of a boy that threw a rock at him, noticing him standing across the street with a brave attitude.

"Big mistake, kid" Metallo groaned, before his attention fell to the boy instead.

"Oh shit" Y/N cursed out before Metallo went straight after him instead.

This was enough of a distraction for Supergirl to recover from being weakened by the Kryptonite, while Y/N was facing a near-death experience at this point in time, with Metallo out to kill a nineteen-year-old boy, just because he saved Supergirl last minute by attacking him.

The Girl of Steel pulled a plan out of her cousin's book and ripped a manhole out from the ground nearby and proceeded to track down Metallo chasing the kid, she thought how stupid it was of the boy to put himself in danger, let alone...

He sounded familiar to her, as if she had seen him before once or twice, she hadn't struck conversation with him before, but all she knew him as was this "handsome boy".

Soon, she found Metallo cornering the boy in a lone alleyway, soon flying on down to get his attention.

"Hey! Leave the charming guy alone!!" she shouted out at him, gaining his attention before the Girl of Steel melted the manhole cover onto Metallo's chest, just like her cousin once did a few years back.

All she had to do now was fly him up into space, hopefully to knock him out due to a lack of oxygen up out of orbit, now that the Kryptonite was contained, with Metallo cursing out the girl's efforts, trying to fight back, Supergirl was persistent and blasted off into the air, leaving Y/N alone in the alleyway, having to get over the fact that she just called him 'charming' right in front of him.

Soon enough... The boy was just making his way over back to College after having his life ended by a supervillain, but he was stopped by Supergirl calling him out and landing a few feet in front of him, after handing Metallo over to Stryker's Island, to be imprisoned once more.

"Hi" she shyly waved at him with her arms within her gold/yellow outlined red cape, with a cute little smile on her face after greeting the boy.

"Oh? H-Hi there" Y/N waved back at her, feeling rather tensed but surprised to see Supergirl standing in front of him, albeit her floating off the ground a little just to look taller. Her being 5'5 and he, 5'10. "Look, if this is about me putting my life in danger to save you, you... Don't need to say it, it was kinda dumb for me to do-".

"Who said you were dumb to do so?" she asked him softly, making him reconsider what he was saying as she landed on the ground softly, with dust scattering away from her red boots, approaching him. "You did what you thought was right, you're not in trouble or anything" she giggled softly... Oh that giggle, it would send a boy to the stars hearing that.

"Oh? W-Well... Haha" he tittered. "I-I uh... Well... *clears throat* You don't need to thank me, I was just... Y'know?" he shrugged, looking away from Supergirl's eyes for a moment to recollect his thoughts... He would surely not want to get lost in such gorgeous eyes like hers.

She was a superhero, he didn't deserve to get attention like this from one superhero, yeah she saved him a few times before, but that was different. They had no interaction before, which only made him more awkward.

However, Supergirl smiled brightly, letting out a small, soft giggle. "Well... I'm thanking you anyway~♥" she said before doing the unthinkable, floating off the ground and kissing his left cheek, making his face go redder by the second as he blushed hard. It was nothing more than a small and simple kiss.

It was soft and gentle, just like her more friendly nature, ticklish like her golden locks.

"You mind if I fly you to College?" she asked, despite him being lost in what had just happened.

"What?? How did you-?" he stopped himself, still blushing red across the cheeks as he laughed nervously. "Of course you probably know that" he chuckled to himself, keeping his eyes off of her to regather himself.

"Is that a yes?" she asked softly and genuinely. Y/N built his courage to look at her again and saw a gentle look in her face, a caring look in her eyes, a sweet sense of interest in her smile.

From that point on? He began to smile...

Three months... Three whole months had been the most interesting point in his life since then...

Another surprise had awaited him that following week of speaking to Supergirl for the first time face to face, he remembered it clearly... She went ahead to pick him up and fly him back home to his own living space and soon after, she asked him out on a date, 'something casual' she put it, but Y/N knew from that point on...

They were meant to be... He didn't know why, but the genuine look in her face, making sure he was alright every day, checking up on him when she could, she was caring, sweet and kind, completely different from what the internet points her out as. She was this willing to ask him out on a date and like any normal person? He accepted.

It was still all crazy to him... He was dating... No, now he was the boyfriend of Supergirl, or he'd soon learn to know her by another name or two.

Kara Zor-El, who is just Supergirl.

And Linda Lang... No wonder she looked familiar! She was the cute girl in College! No wonder why he caught her staring at him a few times. Who would've thought Linda Lang was Supergirl in disguise? Just to keep a close eye on him during College, blending in with the students.

Since dating Supergirl, or Linda for that matter, he's gotten to meet new people, heroes in other words who both appreciated and were kind enough to allow Y/N to hang out with them with or without their costumes, capes and so what, most notably a few Teen Titans that Kara got along with very well.

Those last three months were held special and dear to him, Supergirl most notably changed his life and perspective on life for that matter alone, she showed him a lot more than he could fathom to realize, the responsibility.

Despite his ups and downs during College and all his sleepless nights... Kara would support him regardless, help him feel more relaxed and happier. He was head over heels for Kara at this point, like she was with him. Around this time, Kara happily moved into Y/N's apartment, bringing more than just her, she brought her cat, Streaky into his life, who warmed up to him in no time.

Currently however, the two were holding hands, walking down the busy streets of Metropolis, Y/N having his Summer break for College for the next twelve-to-fourteen weeks, Kara was more than happy to have him be on break for that amount of time.

Kara was in her disguise as Linda Lang, wearing her glasses after she had flown him through the city for a little bit as Supergirl.

Usually every morning, Kara would be the first to wake, seeing her boyfriend cutely snoring away before she begins to get ready for the day ahead, every morning, she puts on her midriff suit and sets out to patrol as Supergirl. Going to every corner of America to scope out any danger and put an end to it.

It had been like that for her for a while now but she couldn't be more happier anyway, since Superman was mostly absent from Metropolis nowadays, she offered to take over by keeping Metropolis safe, while Superman was needed elsewhere from time to time, he reluctantly agreed and it had been like that for the past few months.

Once her patrols were finished? She'd return home, always in time to see her boyfriend waking up either by Streaky or by her own action of climbing on him, while she still wore her suit. It was sure a sight to see Supergirl straddle him which ended up in him kissing her every time, which was exactly what happened this morning.

She also decided to get him breakfast from the local bakery, his favorite bakery in that regard.

Y/N soon took notice of the street they were walking in on, the same street he once saved Kara within from Metallo three months back, soon chuckling at remembering that day.

Linda notably took notice of his little chuckle, pulling a look of interest into why he chuckled.

"What's got you chuckling??" she asked softly, Y/N looked at her and smiled.

"Oh well, just thought back to the day I saved you from Metallo, this was the same street you fought him in" Y/N pointed out his reason, surprising his girlfriend after she notices.

"Oh yeah, it is" she giggled soon after. "Not far ahead, I thanked you and kissed you on your cheek" she then reminded him before kissing him on the same cheek, pushing up her round, Harry Potter looking glasses after the gentle kiss.

"That was surely a moment that's still in the back of my mind" he smiled more at her, holding Linda's hand tighter, through the crowded street ahead. He used to always have anxiety walking through a street like this alone, social anxiety.

But Supergirl, Kara, Linda had brought down that level of social anxiety since they began dating, before being committed into a relationship.

"Who would've thought that we'd tie the knot not long after?" Linda said with a teasing smirk, noting out their first time doing it in bed last month, following them announcing their relationship to their friends, and to Y/N's mother, who supported him.

His mother doesn't know that his girlfriend is Supergirl yet, but he was going to tell her when the time is right, his mother was already worried enough as she already was three months ago after having a near-death experience from Metallo.

"Our first time having sex? Yeah... That's a night I'm always going to remember" he purred to her, making Linda bite her lip just thinking back on it.

She remembered screaming out his name in pure satisfaction, the feeling of being able to feel so good, of having her walls being broken down by just a mere human. The hickeys, the kissing, the note of consent on one another of taking each other's clothes off.

More notably, she was in her costume for their first time, and she ended up being naked not long after before she felt him inside her, she found it extremely hot hearing him ask to take off her skirt and shorts, along with her boots and crop top with the cape still attached to it. 

It turned her on just thinking more about it. "I'm always going to remember that night~♥" she smirked, staring right at him as he looked at her with a smirk on his face.

"Y'know, if you wanna go at it again, all you have to do is ask" he softly cooed at her before softly laughing.

"Oh, I'm planning to" she winked, as the two continued walking down the busy street on their day out, without any crime for Supergirl to stop currently.

Not far ahead, Linda overheard something with her super hearing, some people ordering ice-cream just not far from where they were.

It was a pretty hot sunny day today, Y/N was only dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, wearing nothing but his sneakers with ankle socks, Linda on the other hand, had her hair tied back with a hair-bobble, while she wore her traditional zipped up hoodie and ripped jeans, hiding her superhero attire underneath as she wore her red boots, the gold-V-shaped part being covered by her jeans.

"Ohhh! There's a guy selling some ice-cream! We should get some" Linda said with a craving for a vanilla ice-cream. C'mon!" she began to drag him toward the ice-cream stand, smiling away.

Y/N began to chuckle at Linda's cuteness, being dragged along towards the ice-cream stand up-ahead of them. "Couldn't wait for my answer, could you?" he asked.

"I already knew what your answer was gonna be, hun" she winked back at him. "Besides, your body could use a cooldown, can't exactly use my... Y'know?" she done a imitation of her freeze breath power with her lips, knowing she couldn't do it within the public while in disguise.

"God, I love it when you read me like a book, it's so hot" he purred and smiled with a small tint of pink appearing across his cheeks, while Linda kept her smile at him, dragging him by the hand gently.

It weren't long until Linda had brought her boyfriend over to the ice-cream stand, waiting their turn to order, Y/N couldn't help but imagine Kara in her superhero attire, the midriff that showed her abs, her petite belly that showed her abs. Oh how it turned him on just thinking about it - with her hair billowing behind her just like her cape, as she'd lick her ice-cream, it was just a thought but it turned him on just thinking about it.

"Hun?" Linda's voice brought Y/N out of his little daydream.

"Uh... Yes?".

"What flavor do you want? I'm going vanilla, plain too" she asked, informing him on what she's picking also.

"I'll go for what you're having" he smiled, as their turn was next.

"Hi there!" Linda greeted the man within the ice-cream stand with a small wave, while holding her boyfriend's hand. "Two plain vanilla ice-creams please" Linda reached within her wallet and pulled out ten-dollars each. "Keep the change too, it'll be fine" she insisted the man who went to work.

Linda took notice on the way Y/N was now looking at her, she couldn't help but look into his eyes, madly in love with him while he was staring her down with some slow blinks, both smiling at each other.

She then softly giggled before leaning toward him. "I've got you covered" she whispered to him with a teasing wink.

Y/N wondered what she meant by that, little beknown to him... Linda knew what he was thinking, she could imagine him fantasizing her in costume, licking her ice-cream cone away, she really could read him like a book, she didn't possess mind-reading powers, even if she did? She wouldn't need them to know what he was thinking.

Soon, their ice-cream was being served to them, Linda thanked the man after politely taking it from him, she handed her boyfriend his ice-cream cone and the two walked off, with the girl holding him by the hand again as she was taking him somewhere where they couldn't be seen.

Y/N would soon find himself being flown up into the sky, with Kara holding her arm around his waist, she soared through the air, until she brought him to a rooftop with an amazing view. He felt his feet touch the ground soon after, recognizing they were on-top of a building where Kara usually stashed her Linda Lang disguise, safely out of reach and hidden from sight from anyone but her... And her boyfriend in other words.

"Here, hold this for a sec" she handed him her own ice-cream cone, as she began to take off her disguise, pulling off the hair-bobble that she tied her hair back with before removing her glasses.

Y/N could only stare at her as she began to take off her hoodie, revealing the S on her crop-top before her cape was freed behind her, picked up by the soft winds just like her golden hair.

Y/N was licking his ice-cream during this time and chuckled as soon as he saw the crop-top being freed. "Y'know? The ripped jeans with the midriff works really well" he brought to her attention.

"You think so?" she asked as she took them off next, freeing her blue skirt which billowed and showed her red shorts underneath the skirt.

"Yeah... It sure does" he nodded, licking his ice-cream more before handing Supergirl's cone back to her.

"Hmm, I'll consider it an idea" she smirked, before beginning to lick her ice-cream next. Looking at her boyfriend passionately as she did so, beginning to levitate also off the rooftop.

The next few minutes, with Kara licking her ice-cream cone while levitating, Y/N soon found himself staring right at his superhero girlfriend, getting lost in the moment of watching her lick her cone.

Her tongue twirled around the cold treat, licking it profusely, even turning the cone around to get the vanilla taste all around her tongue, before using the tip of her tongue to get a long lick.

He began to realize what Kara had said earlier while down on the ground, that she had him 'covered'? Was this what she meant?

Levitating up in the air, licking away at her ice-cream as she stared down at her ever-loving boyfriend, her cape and hair being picked up by the wind as she only looked down at him, licking at her ice-cream cone with a suggestive look.

Just to turn him on by making obvious moves with just her ice-cream, teasing him with her tongue over a frozen beverage? He was already getting turned on by it alone, even by her muscles alone which she demonstrated 

Supergirl then bit her lip while taking a look at Y/N, licking her lips after getting some of the ice-cream on the top of her lips, before she noticed the boy's ice-cream was beginning to melt after he had done nothing but stare at her while she was eating her ice-cream in a suggestive manner to tease him.

Y/N imagined having his manhood sucked by her the way she was licking her ice-cream, her tongue twirling around the top, using her mouth to nibble the cold treat before she licked her lips. Imagining she'd do down to town on his shaft made him feel hot and horny.

"Oh, Y/N. Your ice-cream is melting" she brought to his attention while giggling away.

Y/N looked at his ice-cream and right away began licking it, laughing softly while doing so. "Sorry, you uh... Well, caught me off guard with... Well..." he couldn't even finish his sentence without blushing hard.

Kara gave him a teasing smirk and soft laugh, floating on down toward him to plant a kiss on his cheek, her lips were cold from the ice-cream itself, which seemed to cool him down a little bit more.

"There'll be more after this~♥" she whispered into his ear, continuing to eat her ice-cream as she made it noted that she knew what he was thinking, she didn't need him to tell her what he wanted, she could see it in his heart and eyes alone.

She continued to lick her ice-cream and Y/N did too, proceeding to turn him on and tease him much more with her ice-cream and tongue, she even went far as to give him a wink and bedroom eyes.

'God, she's turning me on even more' he could say to himself. He didn't think this is how his day would go, though lately he had been a little stressed out, there were many things that were his escape from reality, but Kara was one person that kept him stable, she was his main pillar in life since she made herself known into his life. 'So fucking hot' he thought to himself while staring at the Girl of Steel licking her cone.

It was all he could think of within the next minutes, eating their ice-cream away with each other before finishing.

Once Y/N had finished and so did Kara, she proceeded to fly him all the way back to their living space, with only one thought in mind...

Giving him a cold "treat" to remember, to give him a good time after teasing him for the last twenty-minutes. To think he was turned on? She was also turned on just thinking about sucking his cock and then riding it until he and her finish together, with their juices flowing with one another, just like last time.

Y/N was a little hot, it was a little hotter than it was yesterday, but he wasn't sure if it was because he was turned on or if it was just because of the weather.

(Smut begins)

"I know you've been thinking about it" Supergirl spoke in a lustrous tone, placing her boyfriend back onto his feet after flying on through the window of their shared home.

"About what?" he pretended to not know what she was talking about, making an obvious smirk that he knew exactly what she was on about.

"With a smirk like that? You can't play dumb" she teased, pulling him by the collar of his T-shirt. "Otherwise, I'd say your heartbeat says your lying" she lustfully giggled, pulling him into her lips, passionately kissing him next, their lips beginning to smack off each other slowly.

"Mmm" Y/N moaned into the Maiden of Might's lips in unison, her hands were on his chest as his hand sneakily groped her breasts just over her House of El glyph on her crop-top, making her let out a little cute noise.

"If you want to play that game?" Kara mumbled into his lips as one hand began to slip into his shorts and boxers, getting a gentle grip onto his shaved manhood as it increased in size upon her touch. "Be careful what you wish for~♥" she made a notable remark with a suggestive tone into his ear.

"I know what I'm wishing for~♥" he purred to her, feeling Kara's hand poke and and explore his cock within his boxers, biting his lip at her hand examining his length as his bump increased.

Supergirl let out a giggle through his lips as their kiss continued, before turning into a little make-out session for just a few more minutes, until Kara had enough and immediately dropped down to her knees, looking straight up at Y/N while biting her lip.

She then began to untie his shoes, so he could kick them off, untying one at a time carefully so she didn't accidentally ripped the shoelaces with her bare strength, his shoes were pretty a lot of money after all.

One by one, she untied the knots, letting him take off his shoes before looking straight up at him while biting her lip suggestively, giggling away as her hands drove up to his shorts.

"I turned you on a lot earlier, didn't I?" she cooed.

Y/N nodded in complete silence, in awe at the sight of Supergirl on both her knees, slowly taking off his shorts before they were dropped at the end of his feet, for him to kick away as she moved to his boxers next.

A very noticeable bump was seen, earlier she used X-ray vision to get a good look at it while they were having their ice-cream, she couldn't stop thinking about it since then.

A suggestive smile sprang across the girl's face as she was slowly pulling down his boxers, his shaft now exposed to Kara Zor-El who smirked at the treat ahead of her as she licked her lips.

She smiled right up at him before taking a lick up the shaft, making Y/N shimmer and squirm a little, with her tongue still cold from the ice-cream they had earlier.

"Ohmygod" he said in a fast manner as Supergirl took his cock into her mouth. "Your tongue is cold, holy shit that's so good" he breathed out as Kara giggled while beginning to suck him.

She bobbed her head forward slowly, twirling her tongue around his shaft while she bobbed forward and backwards.

Her eyes stared right up at him, seeing a look of satisfaction spread across his face as her cold tongue twirled and danced around his shaft, before a pop sound came from her mouth, taking his cock out of her mouth.

She began to give him a little hand-job, using a little bit of her super-speed to satisfy him a little more, which seemed to be doing more than satisfy him, it made him moan her name.

Kara had once used super-speed before during their first time, notably using her super-speed as a vibration to stimulate his cock which worked as a hand-job in a way and she used it a few times to even satisfy herself by playing with her pussy.

"Ohhhh Kara!" he moaned her name again, rocking his head back while Kara pleasured him with a smirk across her face.

"You gonna cum?" she asked him.

"If you c-c-continue u-using your... SSSSSuper ssspeed, then yyyeah" he stammered, giving Kara the pleasure to stop and take his cock back into her mouth, using her tongue on the tip of his cock, twirling and dancing around it.

Her tongue still cold, from an icy treat, she continued to satisfy him more with a tongue still frosty as the arctic in the North-Pole.

Y/N proceeded to take off his T-shirt, getting a little sweaty by the minute as Kara continued going to town on his cock, looking straight up at him with a smile that could brighten the heavens.

"You taste so good" she whirled and purred toward him, wanting to satisfy her boyfriend more by complimenting how good his cock tasted, it sounded nasty but he didn't let it bother him, she looked and seemed satisfied though.

His eyes then rocked back as Kara took it deep into her mouth next, gagging a little on his cock hitting the back of her throat, her saliva coating his cock all around as she took it deeper again. A giggle escaped her throat as she smiled brightly right up at him.

She once again took a long lick up his shaft, coated by her saliva and the coldness of her tongue, she continued to lick the top of his shaft, just like she did with her ice-cream cone earlier, giving him a satisfying feeling and view as she slowly drove one hand into her skirt and shorts and began to play with her pussy, inserting two fingers in her which she moaned a little in pleasure.

And she was doing this while still in costume, which only made it more better that Supergirl was sucking him off.

"Ohhhhh KaRRRRaaaa, fuck meeeee" Y/N moaned in ecstasy, being pleasured by his superhero girlfriend since it had been a month from their first time having sex. He wondered how Kara knew what she was doing.

If he had asked, she'd probably say that she was Supergirl, of course she knew what she was doing.

A little soft giggle escaped Kara's throat as she continued licking the tip of his juicy cock, some pre-cum now leaking as she took notice of it, wanting to not put it to waste, she licked up the pre-cum that was leaking.

She thought it wouldn't be as satisfying to even lick it up but it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, before she made a pop noise again with his cock escaping her mouth, twitching a little as a little more pre-cum leaked out.

"You want me to fuck you?" she brought to his attention, she was already planning to fuck him regardless, but she took what he said earlier to heart.

"Y-Yeah, I was hoping you'd say that" Y/N purred, giving Kara bedroom eyes before she stood up and kissed him on the lips, starting a make-out session as she levitated off the ground a little.

Her tongue danced with his next, with him beginning to fight for tongue dominance, still tasting the vanilla ice-cream they both had earlier.

Supergirl moaned into Y/N's lips as she began to fly him over to their bedroom as Kara thought about keeping her costume on this time, she once overheard him fantasizing over her keeping her suit and cape on while they were going at it in bed, it turned her on thinking about it around that time, and now this was a perfect opportunity.

Once Supergirl reached the bedroom, she put Y/N down onto his feet, the only part that wasn't complete naked and pushed him gently onto the bed while she giggled and he chuckled.

"I know you've been fantasizing about me keeping this on while we fuck" she brought up to his attention, making him blush while he smirked.

"Because I just love staring at your abs, babe" he made it known to her. "And you're also so fucking hot when you wear that~♥" he eyed her up and down as Kara could only smile in satisfaction, it was all she wanted to hear him say.

His cock twitched for her to sit on it, him making it twitch himself as she licked her lips just already thinking of fucking him senseless, of her being fucked senseless for that matter by riding him for a change.

"I want to fucking ride you, you dirty boy~♡♡" she said with a lustful tone, making a suggestable remark much to his surprise by what she called him.

"Ohhhh, I love it when you talk dirty to me~♥" he purred as he sat up toward her, his hands driving up to her skirt and shorts, where his hand felt her red and gold outlined shorts. "May I?" he asked to remove them.

Kara gasped in surprise and smiled at him, nodding for him to go on ahead and remove her shorts.

With the green light given, he began to slowly take off Kara's red and gold shorts, while looking back at her a few times and giving her a suggestive smile. Kara bit her lip as she felt her shorts reaching down her legs.

Before long, her short shorts soon went down to her boots, giving her the opportunity to take them off before she could begin to fuck her boyfriend.

She took her boots off before lifting her feet over the shorts that were dropped down from her skirt by Y/N who watched her in ecstasy, Kara proceeding to show her boyfriend the shorts before throwing them to the side with her giggling softly.

Once again, she pushed him gently back down onto their bed, climbing on top of him next as she then hovered her pussy over his cock after getting a good grip on it.

Supergirl looked at Y/N for approval to have her guide his cock into her pussy, he gave the nod and instantly, a shade of pink spreaded across Kara's face.

"{Oh fuck!}" she said with pleasure in her native language, Kryptonese. "Oh! Ah! Yeah!" she moaned out loud, beginning to bounce on his cock up and down gently.

The afternoon sun shined on through the curtains, illuminating off of Kara's suit and perfect petite body.

"Ohhhh Karrra" Y/N groaned her name, feeling her walls clench around his cock as she bounced up and down, up and down, and wouldn't stop doing so.

Her bounces were slow and gentle, she was trying to be careful of her own strength on the other hand, not wanting to break her boyfriend in half since she was a full-blood Kryptonian, it was said she was stronger than Superman.

Faster? It's been proven before.

But stronger is still something she and her cousin still contemplate to this day, she can do anything her cousin can, but her willpower is pure and intent, she once used a Green Lantern ring as proof which requires a ton of Willpower.

"Mmmmm" Kara rocked her head back slightly, moaning in pleasure, it definitely felt much more better than it did the first time, the feeling of his cock inside of her walls, penetrating her as she continued to rode him like riding a bull.

She grinded and bounced more forcibly, her flesh smacking and making contact with his with an audible smack as the two moaned in unison.

Y/N opened his eyes to look into Kara's as she looked back down at him, her cheeks blushing pink with pleasure as her mouth was wide open, her moaning intensifying as the two began to laugh softly at one another.

"Ohhh fuck me, Supergirl~♡!" Y/N said with a dirty attitude, staring straight into Kara's eyes as she smiled, drunk on his cock before the two began to make out with her leaning down on him.

She bounced her ass up and down, up and down, grinding on his manhood and wasn't stopping anytime soon with his hands on her ass, groping her perfect ass cheeks, small audible claps happening as the two continued making out.

"Mmmm, yeah!" Kara moaned into Y/N's lips, the two fighting for tongue dominance soon after again as Y/N began to steady himself and began bouncing his waist up into her as her ass clapped down on him. "Ahh!" she moaned out, surprised by the effort from her boyfriend.

Supergirl pulled her lips away from him so her boyfriend could breathe, and so she could look at him in the eyes, a ecstatic smile creeping up her face while her mouth hanged open. "Hahaha" she laughed softly with her ass cheeks slapping off his thighs softly and gently.

Y/N bit his lip while he looked at Kara in the eyes, she looked so gorgeous and he couldn't stop staring into her baby blues, her cape and skirt bounced around as she continued bouncing and their flesh slapping off each other with the boy giving some effort to thrust up in her in unison of her bouncing.

"Jesus, Kara... You. Are. So... B-Beautiful" he said in between thrusts up into Kara's pussy, with Kara giggling in pleasure after his words left his mouth, her hands explored his chest and soon she used his chest to support herself.

This gave him the opportunity to once again, grope Kara's breasts, his eyes soon tracing out the S on her crop-top, meanwhile, Kara grabbed one end of her red and gold outlined cape and then the other end before wrapping it around her and onto Y/N's chest, lifting it up a little to wrap herself a little too as she smiled down at him.

It was then Y/N lifted Kara's crop top up a little, witnessing her perfect tits jiggle up and down along with her bouncing as he went to grope them, to satisfy her further with him massaging her breasts.

"I. Love you. So much" Kara blurted out, drunk on his cock still as she continued bouncing with a rough intent now, knowing he can take it just like last time.

"I love... You too. My sweetheart" Y/N managed to say out to her, feeling a rising tension in his cock with it twitching more inside of her with every bounce she did on it, her walls began to get even tighter as well... Which meant one thing.

She was coming close to finishing and so was he, but not yet...

Her moans soon turned softer each passing bounce she done, their flesh bouncing off each other more violently as her tongue hanged out of her mouth with her eyes rolling back for a minute, some saliva dripped down from her tongue and onto Y/N's chest as he stared at her passionately.

He never thought this would be his life going forward, being the boyfriend of Supergirl and getting to fuck her when the opportunity would come by, now being his second time having sex with her, and it seemed to be better than last time.

Being rode upon by the Girl of Steel was hot in his eyes, just watching her bounce on him while her hair, cape and skirt bounced and billowed with her as a pink blush sprung violently across her cheeks just set it up perfectly, to think this was what he once fantasized since the first time, he felt more than happy right now.

He felt free...

"{Oh fuck me, I'm all yours!} she said in her native language once again, he didn't know what she meant but it sounded good and pleasuring, let alone, it sounded hot to him.

"It's so fucking hot when you speak in Kryptonese" he knew it was her native language, he wasn't an expert at it but Kara promised to teach him one day.

"Remind me to teach you some after this!" she managed to say before letting out a big moan of pleasure. "Ohhhhh fuuuuck!!" her tongue once again hanged out her mouth with her eyes rolling back.

Y/N on the other hand rocked his head back in complete pleasure, his face clenching with satisfactory enjoyment with Kara's walls beginning to tense up even more than before, wrapping around his cock like a big bear hug but with a pleasuring feeling.

From once he thought Kara could break him in half? She was surprisingly good at controlling her strength during this, she always feared about having sex with a normal human could come with repercussions, but she was proven wrong with her first time with Y/N, though she still had to keep her strength in check, just in case. 

"Oh-Oh fuck!" Kara dug her nails into the fabric of her red and gold outlined cape. "Y/N, I-I" she moaned and stammered as her juices began to squirt out after ten-more-minutes of non-stop bouncing and grinding on her boyfriend's manhood. "I'm cuuuummming!!!" she cried out loud, tears brimming near her eyes as her blush deepened, her toes clenching as she let her juices flow and spread like a water-fountain, some of her juices bursting out of her pussy while she kept bouncing up and down on his cock, and onto his pelvis.

"Oh, fuck I'm gonna cum too!" Y/N felt the pressure rising in his manhood, twitching inside her, she could even feel it in her twitching.

After a few more bounces and thrusts, he let his juices fly inside of her next, Kara gasped in shock as Y/N moaned out in little notions before a big groan escaped him, signaling that he finished in her.

His eyes opened soon after finishing, staring right up at his beautiful girlfriend before Kara leaned down on him and kissed him straight onto the lips once more, he breathed a little heavy but Kara didn't seem to be breathing heavily, Kryptonian Physiology and all her powers said it all.

She found it cute to hear him out of breath after just bouncing on his cock for the last twenty-to-twenty-five minutes. It was a cute sight to behold too with him out of breath from it all after thrusting up in her too.

Their make out session continued for another two-minutes before Supergirl pulled back for Y/N to breath again with his eyes opening slowly along with hers.

She looked so elegant, so perfect, yet she chose him... She chose him to fall in love with, he wasn't perfect, but Kara wasn't perfect also, she's said it herself before.

He was lucky... It was all he could say.

"How was that for a cold treat huh?" she called back and joked before giggling away, Y/N softly laughed at her as they stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm all yours, Supergirl... I'm all yours" he said to her with a sweet tone of sense, making her smile as she plopped down next to him, with his and her juices escaping her entrance. Her long cape spreaded out over the bed and underneath her, some of the fabric landing on Y/N's torso 

"And I'm all yours too, don't ever forget that, hun~♡" she smiled, placing a hand on his cheek as she sat up a little, continuing to make out with him for the next few moments they spent together...

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s7 episode 16 “chimera” thoughts

i may have missed easter by a few days, but!!! here i am, watching the episode that says it takes place “over the easter holiday”

how is everyone doing?? honestly, i’m really excited to get to the next episode. but the last 2 have been super good, so hopefully we’re on a winning streak. 

look, i can recognize patterns, though- the streaks never last too long on this show. god love it. bless it, even. but it’s just the way it works. that being SAID, i have heard a few things about the next episode, and i am SO excited to see what happens.

so! mulder is hunting for a creature!! i hope there is scully time, too, but maybe she’s busy with her family doing easter stuff. 

post-episode thoughts: not a bad episode at all! it had some VERY cute moments, and some of the most blatantly wrong plot predictions i have ever made, which is always fun to read back, LMAO. screw that adderly guy for real though. and shoutout to mulder's vague definition of "significant other" for getting me to make a squealing noise akin to a baby animal in distress.

let’s see what this episode will bring!

it’s easter sunday in vermont. and this brunch looks crazy. michelle found some eggs, and also the easter bunny is here #yassss! this looks so expensive. although, i’m scared of people in holiday costumes after the killer santa episode, but still. i can appreciate the effort that went into this. the kids will remember this forever, says one lady, later revealed to be named ellen, to the host of easter brunch. “i hope there are some things they won’t remember” says the host (martha) with a pointed look at a new woman approaching… what is their tea…?

ohhh, this woman is named jenny. and ellen tells martha to be nice- but jenny does NOT say hello to her, LMAO

michelle is hunting for more eggs, yay, i love an egg hunt!! but i’m scared she’ll find some sort of beast or ghoul. she’s wandering into a wooded area… careful, queen…. she hears some birds and finds a raven. and it flies at her!!! when the bird scares her and she runs, jenny is right behind her!!! LEAVE MICHELLE ALONE??

the poor girl drops all her eggs and runs away :( why is this GROWN WOMAN chasing a child into the woods?!

at night, martha says it took two hours to put michelle to bed because she was so scared!!! and while martha personally didn’t see a bird, whatever michelle saw spooked her. she wants to be with her dad. who cannot come home early. 

the window is open and the curtains are blowing. ellen shuts them. but a bird got in the house!!! and it’s cawing!

and then… the window or a mirror smashes or something?? it’s hard to tell. and someone is IN THE HOUSE. GIRL. IS IT JENNY???????

oooooo….. now i wanna know why jenny and martha have such a fight going on!!

the hawk outside my window is back :) everyone say hello!!

intro tiiiiiime!!!! spooooooooky!

is mulder staking out a strip club? what’s he doing all that for? while popping bubblegum. 

(he chews bubblegum? is this a new alternative to seeds? we must analyze this development!)

oh, scully is here too!!! bringing some coffee. it’s 8:42 pm and they’re looking for… someone. he is sure she will come.

AWW, look at scully sitting… she's so cute

LMAOOOO “well, i hope you realize there’s no evidence whatsoever that this mystery woman of yours has even committed a crime… although her wardrobe comes close” <- i’m howwwwwling. get her, scully!!!!

oh, i think she actually has tea, not coffee in her cup :,) as she lounges here. mulder explains that 6 people were seen with this mysterious individual at the strip club and then never seen again. he thinks she might be a serial killer (a female one! very rare!), AND twice police have raided the club to arrest her. 

but scully points out that twice the police turned up empty handed. so, hmm.

NOOOOO, scully is talking about how depressing this whole thing is when he gets a phone call and just… GETS UP AND LEAVES. WHERE IS HE GOING?!?? leaving her in this strange and dirty room with a half-eaten sandwich and a bunch of photos of the suspect!!!

well, it was skinner who summoned him, so it must be pretty important, and i guess i can forgive him for ditching her. skinner has a photo of martha on his desk. why doesn’t he want scully here to accompany him????

martha disappeared two weeks ago, and no one has seen her since. mulder points out that he is already on a case, and skinner replies, no, you’re on a stakeout, and scully can handle it.

(suspicious mulder look) “why, what did i do?” <- awww, he thinks he’s in troubleeee. makes you wonder how many times he has gotten put on weird sounding assignments as skinner punishment. (obviously the stuff with kersh doesn’t count- that man was torturing them both!)

LMAOOO, skinner says it may play to his “strengths as an investigator” and then asks about the significance of ravens in mythology. when the boss requests that you infodump… you comply.

michelle claims she was attacked by a raven earlier that day and then heard one again before her mother disappeared. “no really, what did i do?” mulder asks again <- LMAOOOO. punishment of birds be upon ye

skinner says it’s the only lead that hasn’t been explored! and also, martha’s father is a federal judge- it has been made clear that finding her is to be skinner’s top priority. so off you go, raven boy.

i’m always so sad when our agents get separated. 

mulder has arrived to vermont to meet a sheriff named phil adderly. he’s using a newspaper as an umbrella. king!! that seems really ineffective and like it will make a soggy mess, but he has to protect that perfect hair. mulder seems apprehensive about if he can be any help to the case. 

so adderly’s wife is ellen, who we saw at the brunch before the disappearance, and she is martha’s best friend- and also the one who told her to be nice to jenny. martha is admired in the community. adderly assures mulder that martha’s husband howard has nothing to do with this. suspicious!

mulder is staring at howard and michelle. “what do you know about a raven?”, he asks adderly. mulder says it won’t be necessary to talk to michelle. i wonder why…. does he think he’ll be in and out that fast? or does he just not wanna talk to a traumatized child today?

oooo, but he does find some weird marks in the house. “how many talons would you say a raven had?”, he asks. the sheriff cannot have expected to be asked that question upon waking up in the morning, LMAOOO. mulder realizes the error of his ways and quickly throws in a “never mind”

and also, there was a mirror that was broken at the scene. so keep that in mind.

howard comes in, meeting mulder and admitting he wonders if this whole thing is a waste of his time- the police have been coming and going, which is not great for crime scene investigation. is howard a suspect? hmm… 

and he says he found something. hands it to mulder to investigate. “uh, birth control pills?” <- that’s really funny out of context.

make mulder react to uncomfortable family secrets more often. i always enjoy it.

it’s not a laughing matter for howard, though, who says he thinks martha was having an affair. well, that’s a pretty big jump…

howard is telling mulder about his vasectomy and he’s just nodding along. listening. ohhhh, poor king… dealing with this…. separated from his scully and listening to a random guy talk about his marital problems.

listen, i’m sticking up for martha here, though: i have read FAR too many stories of people managing to have children after a vasectomy to EVER feel comfortable believing that a simple surgery can take care of all risk. HORROR stories. mostly on reddit. things that will send a shiver down your spine. team martha.

and then howard hands mulder a key, saying he found it in martha’s favorite coat, and he doesn’t know where it goes to. nah, howard is def sleeping with jenny, and martha’s mysterious disappearance is to cover up what’s going on there. i’m onto your tricks, howard. you may fool the sheriff, but you won’t fool me.

howard thinks that maybe martha ran away with this affair partner she must have, and that is why they haven’t found her. ummm… if she wanted to leave, she could do that without breaking the mirror and screaming and faking evidence?? unless she wanted to make it look like a kidnapping, i guess. howard seems to be jumping to a lot of conclusions and i do not trust him.

ellen is sticking missing posters on cars as she pushes the baby in a stroller. and she hears a raven…. when jenny approaches!!! “cute kid”, she says.

ellen asks jenny if she wants some posters to put up on her side of town, which… yeah… doesn’t sound great, even if she just really innocently meant they live in opposite geographical areas. she then apologizes for how that sounded. “no, it just naturally comes out that way when you think you’re better than everyone”, jenny spits back. DAMN. 

and then she stalks away. 

ellen sees this HORRIBLE ZOMBIE IN THE CAR WINDOW??? and then the glass SHATTERS

what is jenny doing….?

adderly is fully on board with the “martha was having an affair” theory and tells mulder as much.

“according to your audubon book here, a raven has four talons”, says mulder. STOP!!! again, that is so funny out of context. adderly wants to know if martha was hurt and he’s like no, let’s have some bird facts.

now he’s going into what ravens and broken mirrors mean in a spiritual sense like it’s the most natural thing in the world- it’s true, i love this man!

ellen comes home with the daughter. and also, they’re letting mulder stay in their house. has that ever happened before?? staying with a family instead of booking a hotel? and he agrees to it. to be fair to him, though, they didn’t offer much of a choice

so now he’s sleeping in the guest room, i guess. dinner is fancy as hell and ellen is like “oh this is typical for us :)” <- she’s trying to flex on him

his phone rings! is it scully? OHHHH IT IS, AND SHE WANTS TO GO HOOOOME :( the furnace broke in that weird like stakeout room and she’s cold!!! and she doesn’t want to think about the things she’s seen staking out a strip club!!!

LMAOOO “hey scully, tough it out; whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? (turning to ellen who is serving him dinner) no, no, no, no, no capers, thank you” “i’m sorry, what?” “i said ‘what… a crazy caper’, i’ll talk to you later, and keep warm, bye”

AWWWWW, POOR SCULLY :( LOOK AT HER POUTY FACE, OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOD I’M GOING TO YELL!!!! she is COLD, damnit!!! get her a blanket!!!

look at this fancy new england boy mulder putting his napkin in his lap as they eat this… meat creation. what a gentleman.

back at howard and michelle’s place, michelle won’t eat dinner because mommy didn’t make it. and dad offers to get hamburgers instead. but she is terrified and says “it’s back”. she is so scared!!!! someone help her!!! the bird is right at the window cawing!!

he leaves to go scare it off, but i’m scared he’s not coming back. there are soooo many birds in the yard…. eating something….. A HAND??? HELLLLL NO. 

mulder is on the scene. the ravens were eating martha. so was she in the garden the whole time? how did they not notice her there?!

adderly is refusing to arrest howard, saying he didn’t do it, even if the body was buried in his backyard and all signs point to him. he didn’t do it. which makes me think adderly might be covering up for howard. ellen comes and starts crying seeing her friend's body. and she confesses to seeing the beast earlier. 

she thinks the claw marks on martha’s face could have been from the creature. mulder believes her. adderly basically telling him to stfu about the spirits. mulder thinks someone summoned this creature, and asks if martha had any enemies. 

they go to talk to jenny, who viciously denies the claim. OHHHH, she’s shading adderly right there in front of mulder… something about a town secret. but she fesses up to hating martha and how perfect she thought she was, and she heard that she was stepping out on her husband, so look into THAT.

so she has a criminal record. adderly says he thinks she didn’t do it- he sure has a lot of opinions on this case- but why did she lie about her alibi, mulder asks. “i got that vibe pretty clear” <- OHHHH!! is adderly cheating on ellen with jenny?!? this is so messed up

LMAOOOOOO, SCULLY CALLS: “mulder, when you find me dead, my desiccated corpse propped up, staring lifelessly through the telescope at drunken frat boys peeing and vomiting into the gutter, just know that my last thoughts were of you… and how i’d like to kill you” <- tell him how you FEEL, sister!!!

she sounds like she has a cold :( poor thing!!!

he’s talking about how there’s the same seedy underbelly in this fancy vermont town as there is in that strip club in DC.

she keeps seeing a van with writing about jesus on it, and this distracts her from hearing mulder’s autopsy request. HIS EYE ROLL, LMAOOOO... these two deserve each other.

ravens!! at the adderly house!!!! ellen is vacuuming. finds that key from martha's pocket stuck in her vacuum thingy!! and there is lots of cawing!!!

the raven got in the room with the baby!!! and then she sees the scary face again in the mirror and it shatters!!! AUGH, it gave me the CREEPS! she takes the baby and runs, hiding in a closet from the scary person who seems to be right outside. and then her husband bursts open the closet door and she’s sobbing. so is HE the beast...?

mulder will investigate. he looks so handsome. sits down to ask her what happened. adderly glares at her when she says "it" chased her. and then tells mulder to stop encouraging this. he thinks she broke the mirrors. but! mulder finds the key that was on the ground!

mulder sits next to ellen and her very large baby and asks about the key. she hasn’t seen it before that morning. adderly takes the key to figure out where it goes to. so if she found it and then was attacked….? and then ellen found one….  

the question is who will find the third copy of the key and be attacked, if the pattern is to be followed. and also, where is adderly going as he leaves ellen in bed at night?

OH, off to see jenny? who lives at house 6? she hugs him and he says he can’t do this anymore. and then they’re kissing. oh. okay. there are mirrors on her ceiling as they hook up. 

ellen is making mulder breakfast. and he ironed his shirt! saying it relaxes her to do housework. is she hitting on him or just very nice? and adderly is, of course, not here. 

OH, she is hitting on him, i do believe. “do you have a significant other?” “um, not in the widely understood definition of that term” <- QPR MSR WRITES ITSELF 🥰

(gosh, my heart is still melting from this...... i need to go sit down. he doesn't say NO. just "not in the way you normally would think to use that word" OHHHHHH... i love that MSR blurs all boundaries of romantic vs platonic- it is just Love all the way down)

she's assuring him the right woman will come along and change all that, and that he shouldn’t miss out on home and family life, and he nods… apprehensively… when in walks adderly, who claims he was doing paperwork. at night. and then tells mulder that they’re short handed, got a deputy out, and yes, it lasted all night.

OHHH, this is juicy…. mulder shares the news that martha was 4 weeks pregnant when she died. he asks who the father might be while taking a bite of bacon. “just say what’s on your mind, agent” <-he KNOWS mulder is onto his ass...

mulder wants the key back!!! he says it is evidence!!! see, here i was thinking it was a “a key shows up before the raven monster eats you” thing, but maybe it was just one key to jenny’s place all along. 

mulder is mad as fuck at this adderly guy, who runs off to the shower, leaving mulder the very awkward situation of “do i tell this woman her husband is cheating on her?”

jenny is buttoning her clothes back up, calling a child, saying mommy had to work a double shift and she’ll be home real soon. when she hears the ravens!! they’re fighting outside her place. and then all her mirrors on the roof shatter!!! and the demon thing grabs her!!! swipes her with it’s terrible claws!!!!

mulder is here at the crime scene. is adderly responsible for this demon??? adderly was having an affair with jenny AND martha? and they knew about each other!!! but ellen doesn’t. “but even if she did, she’d find a way to rationalize it” <- OH!!!! what a horrible thing to say about the person you are married to

he claims ellen baby trapped him so he couldn’t get a divorce, and i think this guy is just a sleaze of the highest order. also, mulder needs to shave, but… i don’t hate it.

oh, NOW adderly wants to hear about the ravens and the broken mirrors. HE THINKS HE MIGHT BE THE REASON THEY ARE HERE AND NOT EVEN KNOW! that is actually a very interesting concept

back at the house, adderly calls, saying he needs to talk to ellen, and mulder is on his way over to discuss whatever it is that is going on. but where is she??? she's just getting home, saying the baby needs a nap.

so she didn’t hear the phone……

creepy music plays as she puts the baby to bed. OH SHIT!!! SHE HAS A STAB MARK ON HER NECK!!! FROM WHERE JENNY GOT THE DEMON THING WITH GLASS!!!!!!

not gonna lie that plot twist got me. gaaaaaaaaag!

ellen is getting in the tub. is mulder still on his way over? oh! she didn't know the wound was in her neck!!! but she gets flashbacks of being stabbed as the scary wild beast???

NOOOO, mulder comes home while she’s getting in the tub. oh god. his phone rings. it’s scully. she solved the stakeout mystery!!! the mystery blond is a guy named mark who is taking the 6 missing people to a halfway house! “a wolf in sheep’s clothing. or i guess in this case, a sheep in wolf’s clothing” <- a happy ending for all involved. except for mulder. who is stuck here while this lady who was hitting on him a few hours ago is in the bathtub.

scully may now shower for 8 or 9 hours and sleep until spring- her words <3 i am very happy for her

but this makes mulder realize things…. 

he knocks on the door of the bathroom. ellen asks him to go away. he tells her that jenny is dead and her husband is in custody- but he doesn’t think adderly did it. he’s asking her where she went that morning. she says it can’t be her. 

ohhhh, he thinks that if she can’t face her other side, that would explain the mirrors being shattered… 

she’s crying. if she comes out, everything she thought she had is over. and her eyes are all black. he’s gonna get attacked!!

aaaand sure enough, she comes out swinging at him in full demon mode, slashing the mirror with her talons. dunking him underwater and drowning him!!!! but then she’s gone??? bro is very wet, fully clothed in the tub. 

oh. she’s in the corner panting and shivering. 

at a psychiatric hospital, mulder is sitting with ellen, then gets up and leaves. he comes out to see adderly. allegedly, she has a split personality. maybe ellen’s changes were far more extreme than the typical case. and mulder thinks she had to rationalize adderly’s cheating somehow- she was trying to protect her family.

ohhhh. that makes her words to mulder about family being a refuge all the more terrifying.

she sees a raven outside the hospital and approaches it, placing her hands on the windows.

the end

woaaaaah. 

okay, well that plot twist got me, LMAO. i didn’t see it coming even if it seems obvious in hindsight. ellen, i was rooting for you!!! we were all rooting for you!!! martha, i defended you!

adderly is evil. 

not a bad episode! it’s not an instant classic for me or anything- hard to get that when the agents aren't together- but not a bad one at all. the drama of people who are well off is always gonna be interesting to me. rich people problems and such!

interesting to get scully as comedic relief!!! this has been wildly underused in this show, but we should get that more often, because it does work well <3 poor thing!!! she was so cold!!! he just left her!!! i was so mad at first, until we learned it was because skinner told him he had to!!!

their little stakeout was so funny, too. makes you realize that they must have so many boring cases like that we simply do not get to see in between all of the exciting ones we watch. it makes you think about long hours in a small room, nothing but hot tea and each other's company, conversation absentmindedly treading into vulnerability... swapping stories of high school classes, bad dates, favorite books... there are fic ideas everywhere for those with the eyes to see them.

oh, mulder. you can tell this man desperately wants to have some sort of peaceful life, but then this sort of thing happens to both of our agents and it’s like, well... maybe domesticity is just another front for evil. 

if you need me from now until eternity, i will be thinking about his unconventionally significant other <3

[teatraps]

Gotta rant about Edgar Valden rq

Cause seriously, his character is so cool to me. Like, you have the basic rundown. Rich kid ran away from home because he was dissatisfied with his life there. But then, all of that ends up just being a red herring. The “dissatisfaction” which always came off as him just being in his own head and looking down on others because he thinks he’s better than them gets flipped on its head with his 3rd letter. All of his trash talk makes so much more sense. He wasn’t just saying he didn’t care about other people’s opinions or money or fame because he was super self absorbed. He was saying that because he knew first hand the damage chasing money, fame, and power can cause. Really thinking about it, his father basically killed his entire family for status. And then, with the slight implication that Edgar’s dad knew what Sarai was doing to Edgar the whole time, he let his son get groomed by a man for over a decade and kept him on a payroll. Now, it’s vague about what Sarai did to Edgar, but it was obviously bad enough to deteriorate his mental health to the point of having hallucinations. All that, and his dad never got rid of Sarai. Never fired him. Nothing. Which makes sense, because having a super talented artist in the family looks good for their status. Probably covered up all the controversy their family had too. Why would his dad care? He couldn’t care enough to let his wife rest to get better from her illness, or to actually look for his youngest child when she went missing.

For the little we do know about Sarai, we know he taught Edgar that praise is the highest form of love. Again, playing into the idea that Edgar was brought up to try and appease others and try to get status and fame. This is even kinda hinted at in his very first letter when he tells Ella that he’s going to become a famous artist, a goal he ends up feeling disillusioned to. The fact he still kept painting even after no longer wanting fame and recognition shows his love for painting was rooted in something much deeper than that. Then, referencing back to his deductions where he says that life is beautiful and the brush can preserve that beauty, it shows exactly what it was that keeps him going with art. He thinks life is beautiful. A simple reason, but a lovely one nonetheless. He cherishes the beautiful moments like the time he had with his mother or Ella.

This also could change what he even meant by looking for inspiration when going to the manor. When he talks about how he finds no inspiration in his home, it’s not something as simple as everything is just boring. He talks about how the culture of the aristocracy is just straight up draining for him. The greed. The constant push for more money and status, even at the cost of loved ones. The shallowness. There’s no beauty in it, he can’t find inspiration in it. Even as he signs off his farewell letter, he implies he would never go back home. He’s not just running off on some little trip to find inspiration and go home right after. He was straight up cutting off the life he once knew because it wasn’t really a life at all. As he puts it, he was just another decoration for his dad. For most of his life, he was kind of treated as less than human. More like a party trick for his dad to show off and gain their family more status.

And while we don’t know much about his role in game 5, the context of the game makes him stand out a lot. Outside of the fact that Edgar wasn’t in a faction at the start and the only character truly confirmed dead, his goals are also completely different from the rest of the group and he thematically differs from the others. Every other character is in some way trying to fix some “issue” with themself to try to assimilate into a group they were ostracized from (I say issue in quotes because it’s usually something out of their control that they honestly shouldn’t have been blamed for). Chloe trying to become Vera to be accepted, Jose trying to get his first officer title back and rejoin the aristocracy (or his alcoholism in order to maintain his station as a first officer in the first place), Kevin trying to prove to himself that he’s reached a point where he could’ve protected Angelina so he can face her tribe, and Patricia trying to rid herself of her curse in order to be accepted into her mother’s village. Meanwhile, there’s Edgar who was wanted by his community, but not taken care of by them. All five of them have a similar goal, to get some form of community and support, but Edgar is in a much different position from the rest of his team since he is more confident in himself and who he is. It’s never been called into question, and I don’t think that’s a negative trait either since every time someone in game 5 tries to correct their “flaw” it causes more harm than good. From Chloe killing her sister who was innocent, to Jose accidentally poisoning Kevin who was innocent, Patricia killing Edgar even though he didn’t do anything to her, and even Kevin being self destructive in drinking the poison. Not to mention three out of four of them feel regret and unfulfilled after they do it (and the one I’m not counting is Patricia because it’s not fully confirmed, but tbh there are things that foreshadow her not feeling fulfilled either so you could make it four out of four). Edgar, at least on the surface, didn’t internalize that there was something wrong with him that made the people around him treat him like trash, mainly because he was always desired by the people around him. These people still weren’t good for him though, leading to the lack of inspiration they give him. As he says, he’s looking for “fresh colors” and Edgar only refers to colors when he’s talking about someone he cared for (his mom = green, Ella = white, Sarai = red). Edgar looking for fresh colors could probably roughly translate to looking for new companionship with people that actually care about him.

If I really wanted to get into the internalizing thing tho, I’d probably say his willingness to sacrifice himself probably comes from…

1. Being so used to getting treated like a tool his entire life he thinks it’s the standard to a degree (hence why he’ll complain about having to play hero roles but still gets them regularly anyway)

2. Being unable to truly repent to Patricia because he can’t bring himself to apologize for killing Sarai (and he shouldn’t tbh, especially considering that was like his first act of true autonomy)

3. And lastly, just not really having anywhere to go after the manor. His goalpost ended at the manor while the other four saw it more as a stepping stone to get to other places.

And that’s not even getting into his overall lore relevance because let’s not act like he didn’t imply the Deross family are family friends of the Valden family in his 3rd letter. PLUS he has ties to Barriere.

He’s always got this slightly hopeful air to him, like he still believes there’s something out there that can bring him the happiness and love he once had. It’s honestly just a really nice breather from the usual doom and gloom of idv’s storyline (granted his story is still depressing asf, but for idv standards it’s pretty happy. Like his 3rd letter where he just goes no contact with his dad is probably one of the healthiest things I’ve ever seen an idv character do). Even in the end, he gets the ending he wanted. He finds the inspiration he was looking for, but tbh I don’t think it was death that he was trying to achieve. His deaths are always portrayed as sacrifices specifically. It’s usually not something he really wants to do. Runaway didn’t want to risk his life and put himself in danger with mir, but he does it because he doesn’t want to abandon the followers to a cult. Censer didn’t want to die, he still really wanted to see his creator’s wish come true, but he accepts death if it will bring it closer to coming true. Even in his experiment file, Orpheus says Edgar accepted it at the end, so he decides to accept it at the end of the game. Most likely for some greater goal that hasn’t been revealed yet since Orpheus was hella vague in his experiment file.

I could honestly go on and on about how well executed his whole character is too. With how well they played into double entendres with his words and used a lot of art metaphors to hide his actual character so on the surface you wouldn’t clock it immediately. Or the carefully picked art references they used in his trailer that all tie into his character really well (I still think he has one of the best trailers to date). To even the way his birthday letters are released. Keeping his perspective on game 5 hidden despite probably having the most reliable account, instead having other characters describe him to play into the misdirection.

I could literally talk for hours about Edgar Valden, he is the idv character of all time and I love him sm

[yuseirra]

It's kind of.. really cruel of the author to never include Kamiki in any of the colored drawings. They never developed him well enough while having him destroyed, he DID swallow up so many of the remaining chapters due to Aqua basically devoting his life and giving up on everything he built up in the entire story to killing him, but it's not like we actually know so much of this guy either. I've studied him A LOT but from your average reader's perspective he's like someone just little more than some rando, Ai's ex who's a psychopath showing up and the protag just dying with him. The thing is!! That "psychopath" laid out all the reasons why Aqua's life is precious and worth living and suggested he go back to live. This is what gets me so much. So was this the only way?? I'm coming up with my own analogies to make it have a sense- but it's the work that has to make things convincing. The readers should not do this work. The work should provide proper answers.

Ofc he could be horrible(I'm not convinced btw)but wow, even the Himekawas have Taiki visiting their grave in the final chapter with flowers when what they did is horrifying. THE WOMAN MOLESTED A LITTLE KID. STARTING FROM AGE 10-11. I really can't forgive how they just..; How can they be so irresponsible on handling such a subject? They just make a couple statements.. oh by the way I'm GLAD Taiki never had a confrontation with Kamiki. I saw how his characters of his name was written and do you know?? His name comes from how Kamiki's characters are written in kanji and I found that super cruel and creepy of Airi. That woman is a character but she's insane. I never felt Kamiki would have to confront the boy one bit. No, they never have to interact at all. What happened regarding them's still horrifying. I just saw a new drawing of the hoshino family but like, he's always nonexistent. Maybe he doesn't deserve it, but he's completely excluded in that whole family dynamic when it is stated that Ai wanted to raise her kids with him. I feel really bitter because what's the point?? of all this??

I had a chat with my friend who isn't really into the series much, and she had an interesting idea.

she says since the story is SO incomplete, and the author announced they're going to write a new series- she thinks that they may be trying to create a narrative where multiple narratives can somehow converge into a part of a huge universe or something. They'll explain all the weird things through it. Wasn't Kaguya-sama and Onk set in the same world? She says. There may be some beings that are chosen by the gods or hold some specialties in them but it's never really been explained how they've come to be or what conditions they get chosen, maybe they're going to continue writing several stories and explain it through another. "They never showed the dad being really dead, didn't they? We basically know so little about him? He might come back in another story." (I went, "BUT JUST WHAT WOULD HE DO?? AI'S STILL DEAD.." oh but in that case, he might actually look ENTIRELY different because he's an actor huh. and since there's "Misogi", he might be really purified by the saltwater. He might return to being a benevolent god now. Again, what was Aqua's life then but actually;; maybe Kamiki IS still alive. We really didn't see his body or know what the heck actually happened to him.)

I have no idea... but so much is just left unexplained.., so maybe she has a point. This work is simply incomplete. We really don't know what's been happening behind the scenes or why the twins were reincarnated, what were their missions and all, everything's left on a vague note. I do feel like they're going to have Ruby appear as a cameo in the author's next work as a famous idol on TV or something like that. Perhaps this piece may be a "stepping stone" for another story to develop on the same thing. While I was sitting there, listening to her theories of it, I couldn't help but feel really annoyed at the author. Even if they have some bigger picture or whatnot(if they somehow deem this piece a complete piece of work, that's even more concerning because anyone can tell it's extremely hollow and sloppy) this isn't respectful toward their readers who came in looking for a resolution.

I did manage to come up with an explanation for this piece that I'm pretty sure of, but they didn't do the work they were supposed to do. If they want to make some other piece of work and develop that first, then it's better to leave one on hiatus and create pieces that are "complete". Stories are a product, we don't come here to look at single puzzle pieces, we want the whole picture. The time, energy, and passion spent on reading a piece shouldn't feel like a waste. If the piece can't explain what's going on on its own, it's cannot be defined as a standalone. On that regard, onk isn't a standalone because nobody can figure out what's been going on about the ending of the piece by just seeing what the series has to offer, we have to make guesses that aren't properly laid out. It's like you order a pizza and you only got the dough. No matter how great the dough is, you'd STILL want a pizza because that's what you're there for. That's what the authors did for this piece, regarding the plot, and for all the characters of the series, the only character I think somewhat survived is Ai because her story had some sort of a wrap-up. She's the only one that feels complete in a sense, so this series..in the end, heavily relied on this one character who died in the first volume. She was really iconic.

Hopefully I don't have much more to be disappointed about-

oh, about Ruby in the last chapter. They had to let her speak for herself, she doesn't feel alive. Ruby can express the feelings she has. She has a mouth for herself. Why are they letting Akane speak on her behalf when she's not even the one that has a strong bond with her? Even if she is, wasn't Ruby supposed to be some sort of double protagonist? Or an important character at least? Or it could have been the author's intent(I'm strongly sensing that this is what they were going for, they want us to be a bystander the way we watch idols on tv and look up to them without knowing how they are as a human being), in that case, this whole piece leaves such a bad taste. So NOTHING's improved from Ai's case, it even got worse, the only thing that separates Ai's situation and keeps Ruby's career being endangered is that Ruby doesn't have a boyfriend and she doesn't have twins to care for. So what's the message huh?? Don't make any of those or even if you end up doing it, lie!! Is that it?

This piece is so disrespectful then. That's unsettling.

Those pages used in the final chapter should have been entirely devoted to Ruby speaking for herself if they even care for her as someone who has a heart of a person...but I don't think it's the message they want to show, the authors must want to make a point about the nature of idols having to keep up sturdy personas and keep shining at all times, but THAT'S already been discussed FAR better with Ai's case. It's even a step turned backward, so Onk wasn't really about growth.. Ruby's lost HER character. Not every work has to be about growth but having this happen after 17 volumes of story that seemed to suggest otherwise is not just baffling, it's not consistent writing and I wouldn't be this harsh(I'm not even being harsh right here. I'm being so generous with everything I'm typing)if it were to be written out in depth.

Borrowing my friend's commentary on it: This work don't discuss any of the issues they are presenting as insightful as it should, they just toss things out there and acknowledge they exist... but the characters make a few comments about that particular topic, make awkward laughs and then brush it off after having made you thought it's going to be handled. I think... acknowledging things have some meaning to it, at least it lets you realize it exist (for example, I started paying more attention to child abuse after having seen Ai and Kamiki's stories) but if you're going to bring it up, don't you have to handle it well? It's not the worst but I'd say it's SO FAR from what it can be as well. That is, also what I've found pretty annoying about this work. So nothing has been covered as well as it could have been. The plot, the characters, the subject it handles, they're all left hanging there. This piece is incomplete. And if you hand in an incomplete product, it isn't even graded. It gets sent back and is required to be completed and polished again till it is, or your contract is terminated. That's the situation with this piece. I wonder what the anime team would do with the third season but the authors had to hand in a piece they could work with. They shouldn't do this to them. I'm not saying the piece is entirely bad, it's just not a finished product. And that's not fair to all the people who wished for one.

[viisforvalentine]

Do you happen to have any headcannons regarding O'Connor and his friends? They live rent free in my head right now

Gotta admit, i do really hope they release maybe like a dlc or a short part two game that just focuses on the crew and their lives, because O'Connor and Gibbo, despite having only a few lines actually seem like they have lots of cool lore! Especially Gibbo (him talking about beasts, flashing lights etc)

Anyways! Heres a few headcanons of Gibbo, O'Connor, Trots, Finlay and Caz! **SPOILERS!!**

O'Connor

- i think lots of people think Mary is O'Connors wife, but I actually think hes talking about his daughter! Someone on the SWTD reddit said the ones who turn into The Shape are sort of traumatized or broken in some way, and the shape seems to lure/sedate its victims by making it think someone they care about is talking to them, so my mind immediately goes to O'Connor had a wife who either died or left and Mary is all he has. Poor guy :(

- I feel like he would be the type to go up to Trots when they first meet and ask if he can "see how blind" Trots is by trying on his glasses lol (he means well though!!)

- Poor man has night terrors like nobodies business. I like to think hes had night terrors the week leading up to what happens in the game about The Shape, but in very vague ways. Has probably told Trots or Gibbo about them as a joke.

Gibbo

- Again, a lot of people on reddit speculate that people who are traumatized or broken, I think his father left him or maybe just isnt a very great guy, since he tells Caz to tell his mom he'll be home soon, and since his ramblings sometimes sound like something an angry/neglectful father would say to a kid. I think Gibbo def gives off mamas boy vibes

- BIG. OLE. SOFTIE!!!! Definitely is the one who hung up all the christmas decor, and helped Dobbie with decorating their shared cabin.

- Definitely has seen some weird shit that Rennick has told him to stuff down, the "flashing lights" in the ocean, creatures that come up that he chalks up to being weird sea creatures so he can sleep peacefully at night

- I feel like in a weird way, he would survive the explosion and make his way to the main land, maybe to see his mom again or to try an find help

Trots

- I personally fucking adore Trots, he feels like the dad friend of the crew, the type that goes up to the crew when Rennick is up their asses and tells them to stand up for what they think is right.

- Always making passive aggressive comments around Rennick, Caz and Roy are always having to break the two up when they get into heavily heated arguements

- In his infected form, i think it shows a lot about the stresses he has as a union person and as a person in general. He feels like hes always having to clean up peoples messes, make sure things are working the way he should be, I feel like he puts on a composed face infront of everybody but is heavily stressed by his duties to keep everyone from getting killed

- I think he likes melancholy music :] soft and sad tunes that you can take a nap to while it rains outside

Finlay

- Can throw back shots like nobodies business, Caz and Muir are constantly doing drinking games with her and she always wins (though the hangover afterwards for her is more of a lose than anything)

- Constantly messing with Addair by getting into political battles and not giving him any satisfaction in seeing her get angry or anything, will sometimes just throw in random hyper-exaggerated takes to see him get mad

- As we seen from the paper, an absolute fucking wizard at darts, like, to the point where if shes drunk as all hell shes still able to hit multiple middles in a row

- Has nightmares too, but about her son. I cant imagine how hard it was for her to make it past the Shape hearing her son singing and calling out to her :((

- I feel like shes also pretty close with Roy, goes out for smoke breaks with him and stuff like that

Caz

- Double jointed. Maybe im just projecting onto him but the way his legs hurt from like THE SMALLEST OF FALLS is some double jointed problems shit. That being said, he totally does that bending-finger-back party trick for the crew, Trots tries to warn him against doing it but the look of disgust and suprise on the crews face will always make him do it again lol

- Was accidentally the first person to find out about Muir and Innes's relationship. He caught them kissing in the mud room, ever since then hes tried to be like,,,, overly accepting to the point where every time Innes and Muir are walking together he gives them a thumbs up like a dork

- Keeps his hair long despite Rennick and Addairs comments because Suize likes it that way (you cannot tell me Caz doesnt like getting his hair pulled lmao he is WHIPPED for that lady)

- I like to think his afterlife is him haunting his house, i know that may sound shitty but i want that man to be able to watch his weans grow up :(((

[graciegoeskrazy]

i wish you would

(matty healy + daughter!swift-healy!r)

warnings: bit of tears, absent mother but like...not really she's just not tour but like she is?, matty being a best dad, some angst, more hurt/comfort vibes.

a/n: I told myself id do a hc for swift-heavy!r first but then I got this request and went straight to my computer so here we are lol. ty anon for requesting! I've wanted to do something similar to this for awhile but I've also been a swiftie since I was like a baby (debut came out a year and twenty days after I was born) like I've been singing our song since before I could talk so for some reason I can never write her in a 'bad light' (meanwhile I've put Matty through hell lmao) but this isn't even that bad so whatevs. love ya!

Both Matty and Taylor had always agreed on one thing - you came first. No matter where they stood with each other, no matter how messy things got between them, your well-being was the priority. No matter what. They never wanted to overwhelm you with their worlds - the flashing cameras, the stadiums packed with screaming fans, the chaos of fame - so they kept your involvement to a minimum. You weren’t a secret, they never wanted you to be, but you also weren’t a prop to be paraded around. They wanted you to have something resembling a normal life.

So, the arrangement was simple: whoever wasn’t headlining a world tour was the one you stayed with.  

It had been that way for as long as you could remember. When your father was touring, you stayed with your mom. When your mom was touring, you stayed with your dad. And when he went to rehab, you stayed with her full-time.  

At first, it felt like a sharp, painful shift - like being uprooted from one world and thrown into another. Not because you didn’t love your mother, but because it wasn’t what you were used to. Your life had always felt more settled with Matty. He was your constant. But during those months, you learned to navigate life with her. You got used to her routines, her world, her way of doing things.

And then, just as you adjusted, your worlds flipped again.

Ever since the start of her record-breaking stadium tour, you had been back with Matty full-time. It made sense. The biggest tour in history wasn’t exactly the best place to raise a preteen. And of course there were times, especially int he beginning, where you would go visit her for a week or two at a time. Your father had been more than happy to have you home, and you were happy, too. Truly. Life with your father was easy, familiar. You fit into his world like you were always meant to be there.

So why did it still hurt?  

Why did it still sting every time you watched her post clips from another show, thousands of miles away, singing songs that made people cry, making time for fans - millions of fans - but not for you?  

Another part of you felt stupid for even thinking that she could have time for you in the first place. She was the busiest person on the planet right now. You understood that. You really did. But understanding didn’t make it hurt any less.

You had been carrying that weight for weeks, trying to swallow it down, trying to ignore the ache in your chest every time someone at school mentioned her, every time an interview clip popped up on your feed. And for the most part, it worked. You had a good life with your dad. You were happy here.  

Why change that?  

So, you didn’t say anything. Not when she missed another one of your calls. Not when another week passed without a single text. Not when your dad noticed the way you had been shutting yourself off.  

Instead, you buried yourself in schoolwork.  

You sat curled up in your room, hunched over a notebook, scribbling down answers to math problems that weren’t due for weeks. The numbers blurred together, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to keep your mind busy. To not think about it.

You had barely spoken to your dad and Gabi when you got home earlier. A quick hug, a vague comment about your day, and then you were upstairs before they could ask questions. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to admit that it was bothering you.  

A knock at the door broke through the silence.  

“You alright?”  

Matty’s voice was soft, careful. You didn’t look up.  

“Peachy.”  

A pause.  

“You’ve been acting different lately.”  

You kept your eyes glued to your notebook. “Yeah? How so?”  

“Quiet. Distant.”  

You hummed, a meaningless response, hoping he’d drop it. But you should’ve known better.  

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?”  

You could hear it in his voice - the concern, the gentle persistence. He knew something was off. He just didn’t know what.  

You didn’t answer.  

Matty wasn’t deterred. He stepped into the room, crossing the space between you. When you were younger, if you were upset, you’d blame it on being moody or having a bad day or, if all else failed, you’d roll your eyes and say, It’s the period talking, Dad. But you weren’t a little kid anymore. You were almost thirteen. More aware of your feelings. More aware of how hard they were to ignore.

“I don’t want you to get mad,” you murmured, fingers picking at the frayed edges of your comforter.  

Matty hesitated before sitting down beside you, careful, patient. “Why would I get mad?”  

You shrugged, keeping your eyes down, willing yourself not to cry.

“Did you do something, illegal?” he said, half joking, half serious.

You rolled your eyes, “No.”

“Drugs?”

“What- no.”

“Drinking?”

“No!”

“Boys?” He said, eyes narrowing.

“Dad, no!”

His effort to make you laugh hadn’t really worked. Starting to make you more agitated.

“Tell me, baby.” His voice was quiet, coaxing, the way it always was when he was trying to get you to let him in.  

You inhaled sharply, then exhaled slow, trying to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal.  

“I just miss her.”

Matty let out a slow breath - not frustrated, just…understanding.  

“Yeah?” he asked gently.

You nodded. “I don’t like how she’s always working now.”

He took a second, choosing his words carefully. “It’s okay to be mad at her-”  

“I’m not mad at her,” you snapped, suddenly defensive. “You’re the one who’s mad at her.”  

Matty let out a small huff of laughter. “I’m not mad at your mom, baby.”  

You studied him, searching for cracks in his reassurance. The past two years had been messy - so many fights, so many reunions, so much history between them that you barely understood. The fact that they had made it back to each other at all was still something you weren’t sure how to feel about.

“Are you sure?” you asked, finally looking at him.  

He nodded. “Whatever happened between me and her…it’s nothing for you to worry about.”  

You sighed, frustration bubbling up. “So it’s just for you two and the rest of the world to worry about?”  

“Y/n…” he said in a warning, “We’ve talked about this,” he started, but you cut him off.

“Just - forget I said anything. I’m sorry.”

Matty paused, watching you carefully. Then he softened.

“Y/n, we all know - everyone knows - this tour is huge. The biggest thing on the planet right now. But it’s almost over, and when it is, she’ll be all yours again.”

“Not just mine,” you mumbled, twisting the frayed fabric between your fingers.  

Matty frowned slightly. “Y/n…” His voice was measured now, careful. “He’s nice to you.”  

You scoffed. “Everyone’s nice to me. I’m the daughter of two pop stars.”  

Matty let out a small laugh. “What about Gabi? You’ve never had a problem with her.”  

“That’s different. She’s cooler than him. And you and Gabi aren’t as famous as them.”  

“First of all - Ouch.” He said while holding up a finger. He smirked when you cracked a small smile. “Second of all - he’s probably the best boyfriend your mother has had in a long time.” 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. You knew he was right.  

“He loves her, Y/n,” Matty said, his voice softer now.  

“I know,” you admitted. “That’s why I never see her.”  

“She’s busy-”  

“Too busy for me?”  

Matty sighed. “No-”  

“Then why doesn’t she ever want to see me?” Your voice wavered. “I don’t even remember the last time we talked. But he gets to see her all the time. Her fans get to see her all the time.”

Matty’s face fell, and something in your chest clenched.  

“Your mother loves you,” he said. “More than anyone.”

You swallowed hard.  

“Have you tried texting her?” he asked.  

“I don’t want to send a message just for her to ignore it.”  

He learned closer. “Y/n,” Your eyes met his again, “She’ll answer.”  He said.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. But when he nudged your phone toward you, you hesitated - then picked it up.  

And typed.

[ravelights]

head canon/ theories for who Hisashi is and role he'll play in the story

With DFO resting in the grave, I thought I'd give a few of my other theories I have come up with for Hisashi over the years.

He's the person the Deku narrating everything too. IDK why but for Some reason I always liked this theory. Although there no evidence that Deku is telling the story to anyone, I can't help but think it's neat.

He studies quirks, like that his job. Considering 80% of the world has a quirk I think it's fair to say there would be people studying them for many different reasons. I think he be this strange mash up of a doctor, scientist and academic. His job would make him travel around the world and study bizarre, amazing and dangerous quirks. It also be a great tie in stories wise to the quirk doomsday theory, if it turns out he was really away studying to see if that theory is actually true. (I also think that where Deku pick up his hobby for studying quirks as well) his job would make him have to be away from home for long period's of time and not easy to contact sometimes. Despite how interesting his job sounds, it actually involves a lot of paperwork and reviewing and research.

When he's home he's usually home for a good six months or more, and typically the three would do things together when he's home. Inko doesn't mind Hisashi job because he was doing it long before he met her and didn't want him to quit doing it just because they got together. And like most Japanese housewives she controls the finances he just makes the money that give them all comfortable lives.

I think he's a quite, charming guy who keeps to himself, unlike Izuku and Inko he's much more calm and never cries. He very much like's his life, he has no dreams or goal to become a hero or be out on some battle field. He's a passive guy who isn't big on violence, and see's the value in a ordinary life. I wouldn't think of him as a pushover, but like Izuku he's nice to everyone he meets. Also like Izuku he is the person you do not fuck with, he seems like a guy that vaguely feels like he's been through some stuff, it take a lot to get him mad but when he is, you run for the hills.

Izuku doesn't think of him much because he knows his dad doing just fine and is used to him going away on long trips. But also because as much as he hate to admit it, Izuku does not want to end up like his dad when he grows up. As much as he loves and respects Hisashi and think he's a good man with a stable job, he feared that if he grew up to be his dad then it's an admission to giving up on his hero dream, and just being content with ' an ordinary life'. Something he does not what to think about now that he had a real shot at being a hero. That being said, If Hisashi where to come home at anytime Izuku would absolutely be happy he's home and they go do something together.

Hisashi is the person who introduced heroes and heroics to Izuku, and arguably shaped how Izuku viewed them, and how Izuku would believe a hero would act. Hisashi like Izuku is an All Might fan, just not to Izuku level. Izuku only vaguely remembers, but Hisashi was the one installed a lot of values that is ingrained in to Izuku being, of being a good person. One of them being to never give up on saving a person and that everyone deserve a seconded chance. (I think he'll show up at some point in the flash backs that are happening)

His is neither supportive of Izuku hero dream nor is he dismissive, ultimately he just believes that Izuku life is his own and Izuku can do what he wants. Hisashi just there to provide Izuku with every possible pathway he can get, no matter how impossible they may seem.

He's AFO son, because can you imagine how hilarious that would be.

[anotherhumanpet]

((I owe nothing to no one in terms of divulging personal information. But the events of last night have left me feeling... reflective? is the word I will go with, and I feel compelled to just kind of explain myself. Again, nothing is owed to no one - except some sincere thank yous to those who sprung to just distract me or talk to me, but still. The idea of sharing has been on my mind all day, so it must mean it's something I should do? Or want to do? I dunno.

Ignore this post if you have your own issues with domestic violence.

Truthfully, nothing even happened last night. Or I guess things did happen, and my PTSD reacted. I'm not sure how this all works and how to word it properly. Go figure, the big problem with self diagnosing because therapy isn't on the table yet is you don't know shit. Researching can take you places but it can't guide you to recognize and label things like an actual educated human being can.

That's besides the point. I say nothing happened because nobody got hurt and no fights/arguments got started last night. I just panicked because a jug of whiskey that should not be in the house was suddenly set down on the kitchen counter right when my mom got home and I was trying to get dinner prep started because of her dumb insistence that dinner not be ready for at least thirty minutes after she's home because she won't be hungry until at least then (but she's never hungry but whatever). I was scared my dad was going to start drinking and then get mom drinking and then both get too fucking drunk again and some sort of incident would occur because that's what I associate whiskey with: bad fucking times. They used to be alcoholics but stuck exclusively to beer. They'd have their issues because of the beer sometimes, but I swear whiskey nights were like a 25/75 chance of things being okay and things being fucking awful. And it was always worse on whiskey. Beer had bad moments too but whiskey was just fucking awful.

And I was so fucking scared they were going to relapse. I was fucking angry that I couldn't even prep dinner because my dad just had to fucking rebottle this shit right when mom got home when he had been sitting around for a fucking hour and a half prior to her arrival doing nothing but smoke weed and watch tv but whatever. He just had to fucking transfer the half jug of whiskey into smaller jugs right then and there because ???

And I was fucking scared. I was already agitated by a social red flag earlier in the day but him handling whiskey made me scared. Him getting snappy because I couldn't find a tool he wanted while he was handling the whiskey made me agitated because he's been fucking mean, even while stone cold sober, in similar scenarios before. But he didn't. I suspect he suddenly mellowed out because my brother and brother in law came home just then but I don't know. But he has a history of changing his tune when my brother is around too.

So that happens.

Then dad's in my room, just wanting to idly chat about the tool I couldn't find. It's a harmless conversation. I feel cornered and more panicked because previously when he enters my room it's to pick a fight or to scold me and just all around be a huge fucking prick. This panic doubles because the moment he walked into my room was a moment I was trying to walk out to start dinner (thirty minutes later) so we're inches apart, face to face. I am more scared because how many times have I stood before him like this when he's screaming his head off at me over something insignificant. Let's not forget the time he tried to choke me because I was telling him not to push his own fucking wife around like an abusive dillhole.

I'm fucking scared and panicking... but nothing happened.

I later tried to sooth myself with youtube. Didn't work. A show clip had a vague title and too late I realized it had a domestic abuse case featured. No instances of violence were ever depicted, just implied through the imagery of aftermath but the through-the-door shouting still had my anxiety up so high my chest got tight and my heart felt light and squiggly while beating so fast.

See now why I'm pretty convinced I have PTSD?

There's a reason why I can't touch the stuff unless it's with the right people and at my own discretion, and even then it's a big fucking maybe. I've had to pull the plug a lot more times than not and it's okay. It's no one's fault and anyone can write anything they want. I will always and forever will be proship because censorship does fucking nothing and literally all a person needs to do is block tags, block posters, and move on. Simple shit man.

Fucking wish I had that for real life.

Some day I will be okay. Some day I will be living somewhere with my best friend and I can be in a home where the majority of my triggers just flat out won't exist in my own face anymore.

But fucking last night was rough. I need a minute to just feel alive.

[oddberryshortcake]

can you write something with the Megara oc?

You're in luck! My Megara inspired Yuu actually has lots of lore!

Here's an illustration of her dynamic with Idia Shroud provided by the lovely @cozymochi

My fic is under read more, but you can also read it on AO3!

“Why do you want me to talk to this boy so badly?” Katerina asked, reclining on her dormitory couch, long ponytail hanging off the end. 

Idia sat awkwardly at the seat across from her, all scrunched up yet still finding room to be baffled at her inquiry. 

“Look at me!” He gestured to himself as if it was obvious. 

When all he got was a raised eyebrow, he reiterated, “I’m not great with face-to-face confrontations. Last I talked to him, he threatened me with a baton. But, Kat, you have to see him. He’s an entirely different person once you get past the ‘scary guard’ thing.”

“You sure he’s not trying to lull you into a false sense of security so he can whack you with his baton?” Katerina teased sarcastically.

“No, but don’t put that in the universe!” Idia retorted, “I’m not asking for anything complicated. Just scope him out! Maybe you can get an online game account out of him; he says his dad plays.” 

“Send your brother to do it.” 

“Ortho is a good boy! And I don’t want to set him up for what is basically super personal info-gathering. It’d be too obvious if it was him anyway.” Idia snapped. 

Ortho was much more of the mischievous prying type than Idia seemed aware of, or at least wanted to acknowledge. Still, seeing him this perturbed over some boy she’s never heard of before must mean something. 

“I hooked you up with all of the lasted Twisted Wonderland consoles, visual novels, and anime. You owe me two grand in favors.” Idia got strangely threatening, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction. 

“Hey, you chose to do that!” Katerina snapped back at him, rising up from her lounging position. “You were begging me to check all those things out!”

“Doesn’t matter; you’ll change your mind when you see him. “He’s easy to find. Usually somewhere on campus, silver hair, beautiful eyes,” Idia replied. “I’ll throw in whatever extra perks you want. You want Pay-Per-Routes? You got it.”

“You just threatened me with that. Look, fine, I’ll meet this guy, but don’t expect the conversation to be very long.” Kat gave in, heaving herself up and throwing on her jacket from the side. 

“You’re a smooth-talker, much more endearing than I can manage. You’ll do fine.” Idia told her.

“By the way, I probably wouldn’t stay in that seat too long. As soon as Grim wakes up and sees you in his spot, he won’t shut up about it.” Kat warned, or rather teased, with a flip of her hair. 

It didn’t do much. Idia loved Grim just for being a cat, so chances were he would stick around until she finished her task. 

She wasn’t sure exactly how easy this person was to find. His description sounded more like lovestruck rambling than anything actually concrete. 

A quick walk across campus to the hall of mirrors was terrible when she was alone because when she didn’t have her friend at either side of her, people stared. 

Granted, they always stared, but they did so more noticeably when she was alone. 

They would turn their heads to look at her each time. They’d whip around and gawk in place. She was the only girl on campus, and they were both in awe and shocked by her being there, and she hated all of it. 

If this person hadn’t heard of her sudden arrival to this school, then they’d be just as surprised. She’d have to do the whole song and dance all over again. He would dumbly declare her as a girl, then be bothered by her mere presence or try to ask her out. 

A soft vocalization caught her ears, followed by the most tender lyrics. 

‘No way,’ Kat thought, ‘there’s no way that’s the guy.’

She followed the voice out of curiosity, and if she saw any of the vague physical description given to her, she would never question Idia’s weirdness ever again…Or rather, she wouldn’t question it too harshly. 

“I wonder, I wonder…I wonder why each little bird has a someone~” 

A boy with strikingly silver hair stretched his arms and legs with ease, seemingly going through some workout routine while singing gently. 

Perching on the tips of his fingers were small little blue birds. They twittered along with his melodic humming. It was unbelievable; she was literally at a loss for words. 

“To sing to, sweet things to…A gay little love melody~” he continued, bringing the hand with the birds closer to his face. 

Almost comedically, Kat stepped forward and conveniently broke a twig under her boot. A loud snap interrupted the boy’s song, and he quickly drew a baton out from under him and pointed it in her direction. 

She threw her hands up to show that she meant no harm, and the boy dropped his defenses immediately. 

“Oh, hello, I’m sorry about that. You startled me.” The boy apologized. 

“No problem. What, uh, what are you doing?” She asked, stepping closer. 

“I was about to train. I was doing some stretches first.” He explained 

“While singing to a bunch of birds?” She questioned bluntly, hands on her hips. 

The boy fell silent and looked blankly back at her. Apparently he was in thought because he gave her a half-hearted answer when he spoke up again. “Yes, I suppose so.” 

“You suppose so…” she repeated. 

‘Is this wonderboy for real?’ She thought to herself, ‘this has to be an act. No guy, especially at this school, sings to animals like he’s some kind of fairytale princess.’  

“You wouldn’t happen to be named Silver, would you?” 

“That is my name!” Silver exclaimed with innocent surprise, “What’s yours?”

“Katerina Vallis. My friends call me Kat, though.” She held her hand out to shake. 

Silver looked at it like he didn’t know what she was doing, so she met him halfway and grabbed his hand in a tight shake. 

“Would you prefer if I call you Kat, then?” He asked permission. 

His entire demeanor endlessly confused her, and she fought hard against herself to find it endearing. 

“Sure, wonderboy, knock yourself out.” 

The birds that fled when she surprised him flew back, handing on his shoulders and head. “I don’t believe I’ve met you before until now…Or,” Silver narrowed his eyes at her as if inspecting her all over, Katerina crossed her arms, “Have I?”

“We’ve never met,” Katerina explained, it seemed obvious, but somehow this was the strangest boy she’s come across so far. “A little bird told me about you.”

Silver looked inquisitively at his bird friends. He brought a hand out and the birds obediently landed on his wrist and fingers. “Have you, now?”

“Not a literal bird- Ah, whatever,” Katerina replied, “Do you play video games…Or something?”

“I do; I’m not very good at them though,” Silver answered. It was extremely easy, no strings attached. 

Silver didn’t seem to notice that Kat was very clearly an outsider at this school. Kat was beginning to think that he couldn’t even tell she was a ‘she.’ But it was a nice change of pace to talk without having to deal with the usual reactions and questions. 

“Mind exchanging account info? For the little bird?” She asked. 

“Of course, though, I don’t know if a bird would be very good at playing video games either.” Silver agreed, still misguided, but he had the spirit. “I only really play games with my father, and even then, I usually fall asleep before I can finish. Do you play games?”

“Yeah, I dabble,” Kat said. 

She lied. She was knee-deep in inter-dimensional visual novels that she’s never seen before until getting trapped here. Without her parents there to chide her for not focusing more on sports and photoshoots, she could indulge in all of her fantasies. She could become the girl who has friends and falls in love in all of these games Idia supplied her with. 

Those fantasies came with a cost. Now she had to act as a gopher. 

“If only I had a pen and paper…” Silver mused. 

“You can just tell me, and I’ll type it on my phone.” She offered. 

Suddenly, a little rabbit and squirrel hopped up to them, one holding a pen and one holding a paper. How the hell those animals even got those items that fast and how they knew exactly what Silver wanted? Katerina didn’t know. She had a hard time believing what she was seeing. 

“Thank you,” Silver patted their little heads and took their items. 

He wrote down his online name and handed it to her. He wrote in very neat cursive, “here you are.”

He had a very creative name…Silver515. 

“Thanks…” she said, and that was that, “I’ll see you around.” 

Silver yawned and covered his mouth with his hand before giving her a friendly goodbye. He pulled his baton back up and swung it around with clear precision. It reminded her of her fencing practice, where she would fight some invisible enemy with all of her might. 

She lingered there, silently wondering why she hadn’t left. Then, she spoke up. 

“Do you have a second baton?” She asked. 

“Oh, yes, actually. Sebek was here with me earlier, but he left to chase after our liege. Guard duties and all.” Silver explained, pulling out his spare baton hidden underneath a group of spectating animals.

He handed it to her, and she took it. She expected him to toss it, but it was a gentle handoff. 

“But not you?” Katerina questioned. 

“Malleus enjoys taking walks alone. I prefer to leave him be if he wants it.” Silver responded as a matter of fact. 

“That’s very considerate.” Katerina complemented before getting into position. 

The baton was shorter and stockier than the fencing sword she used, but he held it with as much grace as possible and prepared Silver for her first move, “En-garde!” 

Silver copied her motion as if he too had been fencing his whole life, and the two tried to jab each other’s chest. 

They had to get closer to each other to nail the hit. 

Katerina got an up-close look at Silver’s unique eyes. Idia was not kidding when he described them as beautiful. They were a mix of blue, purple, and pink, all swirled together like a sunrise. It was enough to distract her and leave her open, Silver jabbed the baton into her, and she staggered backward. 

It was a momentary stumble, however, as she leaped back up and returned the jab. By the rule of fencing, there was one turn left, and Katerina backed up to dodge the hits before trying to jab again. 

Silver overpowered her easily. It was enthralling to meet a match after years of her being used as her fencing team’s secret weapon back in her original dimension. His form was a lot more offensive than Katerina’s strategic one. 

If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed he was trained to fight for real instead of for sport. 

Eventually, they both felt satisfied with their spar and dropped to the grass. Despite all the energy he displayed before, his head swayed, and his body lay slack with drowsiness against a tree beside her. 

“Your form is excellent. You have quite a talent.” Silver complimented, speech slow but sincere. 

“Thanks. I’ve been fencing since I was a kid, along with other imposed hobbies.” She replied. 

“That’s quite a coincidence because I’ve trained with the sword since I was a child too.” Silver added. “Would you be interested in training with me again?”

Katerina was about to say ‘yes’ when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and took a quick look at the text. 

Idia: WHERE R U?? Did u find him? Sometimes he sleeps on the ground on campus, but that could be anywhere-

Katerina rolled her eyes and put the phone down. She’d get to him in a minute. 

“Yeah, I’d love- I mean-“ Katerina fumbled, but thankfully it wasn’t noticed at all. “Oh.”

In only a matter of seconds, Silver was fast asleep. 

All of the quirks that Idia had described to her were a reality. It was stranger than anything she had experienced so far in this strange world, and even stranger than befriending a talking cat monster, was this boy who came straight out of a fairytale. 

She had his gaming account info…So she could give him her answer there. 

Katerina left to her self-proclaimed master to report what she had found. She definitely found a lot more than what she expected to find. 

[absolutedaisy]

Hatchetfield Femslash Fortnight Day 2 - Cassette

YES I AM LATE FOR THIS I WAS ON A PLANE GIVE ME A BREAK

Anyway! Kind of a rarepair but Hailey Dilmore and Harmony Jones have a cozy night in with some home videos and something…clicks <3

“Did it work?”

There was a strange feeling of tension in the air as the living room tv was switched on. With Zoey away for a theatrical workshop out of town, Hailey Dilmore finally had the house to herself. She paced nervously as Harmony Jones, the pair’s former roommate (Zoey had given her the boot after coming into some money) fiddled around behind the TV.

“I think so!” Harmony chirped, pulling back and admiring her work. An old VCR had been hooked up to the flat-screen by a plethora of cords. It had taken hours, and Zoey would no doubt be pissed when she got home, but it was well worth the hassle. 

Hailey went over to the kitchen table, hoisting a shoebox full of VHS tapes into her arms. “Glad I was able to find them. Mom insisted on using the ‘fancy camera’ and VHS even after DVDs arrived.”

“Good thing.” Harmony chuckled. “I don’t have a DVD player.”

Hailey set the box down, pawing through them gently. “Christmas 1994? That’s before I was even born!”

“This one just says ‘Easter’…” Harmony dangled a cassette between her thumb and forefinger, and Hailey frowned in response. 

“That’s probably when they rented out one of those creepy ass bunny costumes,” she shuddered. “I still wake up screaming sometimes.” Harmony giggled, but tucked the nightmare fuel back into the box, instead examining a case of CD’s. 

“Are these the ones you used to have in your room?” She handed them to Hailey, who just laughed. 

“I think so. God, I hated these things…mom and dad wanted me to “know the value of physical media” or something. I wanted an iPod.”

Hailey tossed the CDs aside and pulled the box closer to her. With a sudden ‘aha’, she removed something from the depths. “School play, 2004!” 

She shoved it into the VCR and instantly a fuzzy scene started to appear. Hailey flopped over onto the plush couch behind her, and Harmony settled in at her side, flicking the lights off. 

It was terrible quality, but eventually the camera zoomed in on a little girl at the front of a stage dressed in what appeared to be a cat costume. Bright hazel eyes, long chestnut hair pulled back into a ponytail that really did not do much for the already shitty costuming…yeah, Zoey hadn’t changed much.

“God, remember this?” Hailey laughed, chuckling into Harmony’s shoulder as the taller woman draped an arm around her. It was comfortable, more comfortable, in fact, than Hailey had been in a good, long while. 

“That’s what happens when you let a bunch of first graders “write” their own school play,” Harmony pointed to the right corner of the screen. “There’s you. Zoey made you play a tree.”

“I was always a tree.” Hailey rolled her eyes. “Even when Zoey wasn't the de facto director at age 7.”

“I was a ladybug, look.” There was silence, for a moment. The “opening song”, if it could even be called that, had just ended, and the girls were left alone in a cozy, pleasantly dark room, just the two of them on the couch snuggled up in a blanket. 

And for the first time since moving in with Zoey, being here felt right.

“What do you wanna do after this?” She whispered shyly. “It’s pretty shitty out there, I wouldn’t want you doing your…whatever you do, not in this weather.” She gestured vaguely at the window, the curtains drawn tight over the scene outside. The pitter-patter of raindrops against the pavement was barely audible over the off-key screeching that was the school play. 

“Oh, Hailey…you know I want to stick around, I always want to stick around…” she wormed her arm around the shorter girl fully, pulling her into a side hug that made Hailey’s face flush red. “You’re sure you want me here? Wouldn’t want little miss perfect to know I was back in her house after she kicked me out for…why did she kick me out again? Something about ‘disagreeing with my lifestyle’? How does one disagree with the planet?” 

Hailey gave a half-hearted laugh, too distracted by other emotions to fully explain what she understood of Zoey’s thought process. “I just don’t think she likes vegans.”

“She’s weird.” 

“Yeah.”

There was more, slightly less comfortable silence until Hailey sat up rather abruptly. “Harmony?”

“Mhm?”

“What if you moved back? I know for a fact Zoey’s spent all that shit she got from her grandma, and we have a spare room, and I…I really fucking miss you. I don’t know what it is about you but…I miss you. So much.”

It all came spilling out like word vomit and she couldn’t control it and her face looked like a beet! Before she knew it she was back on the couch and looking at her former roommate with pleading eyes, hands pressed together as if in prayer, so tight that her knuckles had gone white.

Harmony just cracked a smile. “I’ll text Zoey. Look, work’s about to start and I’m due to be on Main Street. Seriously, I have to get going now, m’kay? Take care, Hailey-bear.”

Hailey melted. Her heart was pounding, and the flush on her cheeks refused to dissipate. She nodded, awestruck.

“I will.”

Two hours later, Hailey Dilmore was laying flat on her back on the living room carpet, staring at the ceiling fan. She felt how she imagined one would feel after the best sex of their life—completely blissed out. With the stress of work and theatre and…Zoey…it had been so easy to forget how much she missed Harmony. 

They hadn’t been particularly close as roommates, but Harmony, as pushy as she could be, had something about her that made Hailey swoon. Despite her own dietary restrictions, Harmony had always made sure to cook things that wouldn’t make Hailey’s stomach act up. She’d driven her to and from work whenever she needed, she’d been the voice of reason in the household whenever Zoey flew off the handle, she cared a hell of a lot about her work and her passion for saving mother earth…

And then, with the force of a thousand stampeding elephants, Hailey Dimore realized something:

Oh my god. I’m in love with her. I’m in love with Harmony Jones.

The rain had only gotten heavier as the day went on, and Harmony Jones was stuck in the downpour. She would never speak ill of Greenpeace, and nine days out of ten, she loved what she did! This just happened to be in that remaining one in ten days. Not only were the streets empty, but the onslaught of rain soaked her from head to toe. She slapped herself mentally for not asking Hailey to borrow an umbrella, but that only led to a wandering mind…god, Hailey…

By far the worst part of being forced to move out was leaving Hailey. Living with Zoey had been a nightmare, but she’d held onto her bond with Hailey, however small it may have been, as tightly as possible. Hailey was awkward, she was shy and she let Zoey walk all over her, and god, Harmony wished she could have helped her step out of that. Standing there in the rain like a sad stray cat, Harmony Jones started thinking that maybe, just maybe…

She was in love with Hailey Dilmore.

In a flash, every thought was shooed out of her head and replaced by the knowledge that someone was calling her name. Whipping herself around, her rain soaked auburn hair slapping against the side of her face with an uncomfortable splatter, she came face to face with the very subject of her desires. 

Hailey was running at her at a full sprint, having parked her beat-up old car on the side of the road. There was an umbrella in her hand, open wide and trailing along behind her. Wordlessly, the pair collided, and Harmony was almost shoved into the wall of a nearby office building with the force of her small yet stalky ex-roommate.

Hailey passed over the umbrella, and, finally shielded from the rain, Harmony leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. Her hand found Hailey’s, leading it to her hip for safekeeping as she softly pressed their lips together. She wasn’t sure if it was rain or tears (and if they were tears, whether they were happy or…maybe regretful?), but Hailey’s face was damp with emotion. Harmony pulled away and wiped at the shorter girl’s cheek with her thumb.

“Why are you crying, Hails?” She brought her in for a hug, feeling Hailey’s weight shift onto her.

“Because I never did this before, damn it! And then you moved out and…it was all a blur and…!”

“God, Hailey!” She was laughing almost uncontrollably now. “You can come see me whenever you want, stupid!” She teased gently.

“I know, I know, but…I don’t know, something about today just…clicked.”

Harmony nodded wisely. “Then you couldn’t have done it before.” She pursed her lips in deep thought that really wasn’t all that deep, for she’d asked herself a question with only one answer.

“It appears,” she began, “mother earth has healed enough to shower us. Let’s go home, okay? The rest of those cassettes aren’t going to watch themselves.”