#pissed at tumblr cause I wrote this all out and went to look up a character’s name and tumblr decided to erase it all

[fictionalreads]

From Scratch thoughts

First off, why the hell didn’t I know this shit was that sad. I cried almost every episode and for those last few it was nonstop. My eyes are puffy.

Anyway. Spoilers I guess even though it’s been out a while now.

Lino and Amy

Why were they so cute? Like. Lino is adorable. He was good to her and her to him (minus the giancarlo situation). I mean that proposal.

Lino is comparable to Jack Pearson (iykyk). Yes. I said that. And I stand by it too.

Amy is stronger than me cause I would’ve been like

Actually, I was like that and I was just a spectator.

I knew (from years of watching tv) that the cancer was gonna come back and it would be the end for him but it still got me.

Idalia

She was wonderful. Seeing her understand what was happening, worrying about her mom and then her own grief coming out in Sicily.

Zora

The goat, the queen. I loved her so much

I was glad when she told Amy off cause I think it was something they both needed. Amy was being selfish and needed to hear that to be reminded that it wasn’t all about her. Zora needed to get it off her chest that she felt unseen and that nobody was looking out for her.

Also, she was so pissed she wasn’t talking to her sister but the minute she saw the restaurant was closed she didn’t call, she went straight over to their place to make sure they were okay.

I’m glad she found Zen, he was someone who saw how hard she loved and how she took care of everyone else and then decided he was gonna take care of her.

But why did they have to treat her like the red headed stepchild? I swear every time something good happened to her, something Amy did it was a part of overshadowed it. I didn’t like it.

She’s gonna be an awesome mom.

LMAO When she was holding Amy while she fell apart and said “I don’t want you to get mad but have you bathed? Cause you stink.”

Also, the fact that she was keeping her promise to Lino by helping Amy put the pieces back together? Sobs. Intense sobs.

I loved every interaction she had with Lino. It was so pure and lovely to see. That was her brother and you couldn’t tell her otherwise. He got on her nerves but their friendship and bond was beautiful.

I wish I had seen a little more of Ken. Like in regards to Amy. I wish I could’ve seen him be there for her as she had a moment where she broke or something. I would’ve liked to have seen that they had a bind as much as Zora and Lino did.

Amy’s parents

At the beginning all of them got on my nerves. Then I came around. Gotta take the good with the bad

They ended up being so supportive and I loved to see it in a black family on screen.

I loved that the three of them ended up walking Amy down the aisle.

I loved that Lynn (eventually) acknowledged that Maxine was a mother to Zora and Amy. That during the scene where idalia came home she told her “I was only saying I was overwhelmed and didn’t know what the hell I was doing, not that you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I love that Maxine basically said the entire series “imma keep it cute and classy cause you the mama but don’t get it twisted bitch, I raised those girls”. As she should have, cause we don’t diminish the role of found family over here. Found parents included.

Lino’s parents

I will always give Giacomo credit for trying in the end, but I will never forget what he said and did to Lino before that.

At first glance I didn’t like Filomena. Cause no man was gonna tell me I couldn’t go to my son’s wedding. But the more I watched the more I understood her. It was simply what she knew cause that’s how she was raised. We were raised completely differently. Which means we see the world completely differently.

Do I agree with her actions? No, but I can empathize with her.

I think that was the friction between her and Amy. Amy was raised to be assertive and definitely less conservative. I think Filomena had a hard time with Amy’s openness.

I was glad to see in the end she was able to connect with her and give her that land. I think it meant a lot to Filomena that her son’s family still had connections to his heritage and his home.

Miscellaneous

Wish we had seen Lino’s sister a little more and saw their relationship.

Y’all. When Idalia went to see him for the last time, I was done for.

TONINO AND THE FUCKING GOAT HAD ME SEEING BLURRY CAUSE THE TEARS WERE ROLLING

Just realized that Lino always wanted to go back to Sicily to show his wife and daughter and never got the chance to do it while he was alive.

THE WAY HE WAITED FOR HER TO WAKE UP BEING REMINISCENT OF THE NIGHT THEY GOT TOGETHER

In conclusion, Netflix,

[star-going-supernova]

Tumblr generated prompt number 5 was for a sequel to Plausible Deniability! Yep, I threw the sequel suggestions into the list for this round, and this wasn’t the only one that got chosen, hehe. There’s no real prompt for these, just me continuing a ficlet. Anyway, now y’all get to find out why I decided to make Gregory fifteen! 

This is a long one, at about 1,400 words. I’m not making it an ao3 one-shot, though. Also. I’m not going to lie. Jason Todd influenced how I wrote Gregory in this AU. Sooo… warnings for a teenager casually talking about murder and committing it (offscreen). 

(title’s a play on “Murder, She Wrote”)

Murder, He Chose

Look. There was no beating around the bush. Gregory had killed before. Like, actual real people. It was a conscious decision he made—twice, going on three times now. He’d only been fourteen the first time, when it was kill or be killed in that dead-end alleyway. Kill or be killed or let the lost little six-year-old be killed. Or worse.

It was kinda a no-brainer. 

Even before that, though, Gregory had developed a bit of a reputation. For violence, that is. He’d been on the streets since he was twelve, when he decided nothing could be worse than staying at home. In some ways, he’d been right. 

But the point was that Gregory had a territory, and he had his people, and even though he was a teenager, he protected both. And they trusted him to protect him. His chosen city blocks had the most young runaways and family units. They knew they’d be safe from the real monsters so long as him and his lead pipe were around.

Vanessa and her sneaky generosity were a huge help for the community, so to say he’d been pissed when he got word that two homeless kids had been killed one night? Understatement. And it happened the next two nights, even though his people got the message to stay away for the time being. 

He liked to consider Vanessa a friend, or at least an ally. Knowing she might have turned on them? It hurt. It wouldn’t stop him from stopping her, but he would’ve been sad about it. 

But it wasn’t her. The reports of a strong, energetic bunny-costumed murderer did not match up with the Vanessa he found in her bed, looking like death warmed over. 

Gregory went to the pizzaplex that next night with one goal: stop the killer. And yeah, considering he didn’t really trust the justice system, and especially not when the victims were a bunch of homeless people, that meant a permanent, “taking matters into his own hands” sort of stopping. 

• • •

“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Gregory called, dragging his lead pipe along the tiles. “I thought you wanted to play!” 

A STAFF bot swerved toward him, and he gave it a gentle tap to its fragile neck. Okay, less gentle tap, more hitting a home run. 

The commotion drew the attention of the nearest animatronic, Roxy. She prowled into the large hall, expression vacant—the sort of thing you’d expect from a robot, if Gregory hadn’t known better. 

Roxy circled him at a distance. One of her arms had a pretty significant dent in it. Looked like old dogs could learn new tricks. All the bots had been learning things tonight. None of them attacked him mindlessly anymore, not now that they knew better. 

“Think if I hit you hard enough, whatever’s wrong in your head will get shaken loose?” he mused. 

Her head twitched, but she didn’t respond to the taunt. He felt a little bad about the damage he’d caused to the animatronics, since it seemed to him that they were just someone else’s cannon fodder. 

He genuinely hoped they were able to repair Moon. Gregory had been swinging for the heavy-duty ones, not thinking to account for how stick-thin the DAs were. The same hits that only slowed the band down had snapped something in Moon. Something that meant he hadn’t gotten back up.

“Do you and your friends a favor, Roxy,” Gregory said. He kept walking, inexorable in his quest to find the big bad bunny, but that didn’t mean he let the big bad wolf out of sight. He was confident, not stupid. “Tell me where the killer is, and you won’t all be laid up in maintenance for a month.” 

She twitched again, and the glow of her eyes flickered. Roxy stopped skulking around him. Her voice box glitched. 

He was watching an internal battle take place, he realized. She was fighting whatever was making them accomplices to the bunny’s bloody crusade. 

There wasn’t much he could do to help, but he figured a little encouragement never hurt anyone. “C’mon, Roxy, you can do it,” Gregory said. “I know you can win this.” 

Her tail perked up the slightest bit, and it seemed to be the push she needed. “Head on over to the stage, kiddo! The show’s going to start soon!” 

It was similar to Chica’s falsely peppy lines about his parents looking for him, but maybe that scripted stuff was all she was able to slip past her programming. “Message received,” he muttered to himself with a slow grin. He took off in the direction of the enormous atrium. 

Roxy didn’t chase him. 

• • • 

The bunny definitely hadn’t been prepared for one of their victims to fight back. They were on the uppermost mezzanine, fiddling with something in the control booth. They drew a knife as soon as they noticed him, but the costume did nothing to hide the way their hand trembled faintly. 

“We doing this the easy way or the hard way?” Gregory asked, settling into a solid grip on his pipe. 

A hysterical, glitchy giggle burst out of the bunny. “You’re a lively one, yes. You’ll surely feed my master well.” 

They lunged at him before he could even try to find a good response for that. Gregory jabbed forward, forcing them to maintain distance, and then he started swinging wildly, never fully pulling back to wind up. He’d found that this crazy, unpredictable waving of his pipe made for a difficult attack to block or evade. These types of hits didn’t pack a punch the way a good over-the-shoulder swing did, but that didn’t mean they didn’t hurt at all. 

The bunny grunted every time it smacked into them, all the while forcing them back. That knife was looking pretty useless. Gregory snickered to himself. 

Either their impatience or their anger got the better of them because they suddenly tried to shove past his defenses. To their credit, it worked. Less to their credit, they seemed to have forgotten that a pipe was not Gregory’s only defense. 

He skittered backwards at an angle, leaned his weight on his back foot, and sent the outer edge of his other boot straight out into their left kneecap. They stumbled with a shriek, allowing Gregory to readjust his balance and do it again, harder. A sickly snap-crack sent the bunny collapsing. 

And what’d’ya know? Slumping over like that put the bunny’s head right at optimal swinging height. 

• • • 

Officially, the morning crew found clear signs of a break-in and phoned the police, who then found clear signs that someone had been luring homeless folks into the basement to butcher them. They also found the culprit, with a viciously shattered kneecap, bruised ribs, and fractured skull. But it was blood-loss that did them in. Stabbed three times by their own knife; the killer didn’t stand a chance.

Officially, the killer’s last attempted victim, presumably another member of the homeless community, fought back and escaped. There wasn’t enough evidence to find the individual, not with the virus the killer introduced into the pizzaplex, messing with the cameras and animatronics. No one spoke up or came forward; none of the local hospitals or clinics received a patient that night with the speculated injuries of a murder attempt.

Officially, the night guard was quickly declared innocent on account of being off work with the flu. Her apartment building’s security cameras confirmed she hadn’t left on any of the three nights, or at all for that full week. She shrugged over why homeless people might have been in the pizzaplex to begin with, suggesting that they’d realized the night guard wasn’t there and had taken advantage. Good thing she was back on the job.

Unofficially, Gregory didn’t lose any sleep over his actions that night. Vanessa never mentioned his visit to her apartment, and he wasn’t sure if that was because she was holding on to her plausible deniability or because she genuinely didn’t remember it. 

Unofficially, the next time Gregory stopped by the pizzaplex, the animatronics all thanked him, either in words or with food or warm clothes. Even Moon, who hadn’t been damaged beyond repair, thank goodness, and who held no hard feelings. 

Unofficially, Gregory’s kill count was up to three. And he didn’t regret a single one. 

[semthescientist]

i normally don't write long posts on here but i've been bubbling from the seams with things to say as of late. back in september of 2022, i was towards the end of a cruise and my sister introduced me into Abraham Hicks. it wasn't new to me per-se simply because i always would have these expansive ideas, like i just knew i was supposed to be great and experience wonderful things. however, what was new was the fact it was so widely accepted. like i couldn't believe that people would actually tell abraham their problems and they would provide solutions. looking back, since Abraham talked about vibrations and vortexes so much, this may have been the law of attraction (not sure lol). and for a while, i grew so interested in the concept.

this journey happened so naturally though that i cannot pinpoint when i got into the law of assumption or started listening to Edward Art, but that is what came next. it went from there being an outside world i had to change to there being an internal world i had to change. now, for awhile i listened to Edward Art videos (haven't tuned into him in so long but i still adore him, he seems so nice!) only because i could not for the life of me, ever understand what Neville was saying. listened to Edward for awhile then stopped because i realized i was making him my God (though i didn't really know what that meant at the time), got on tumblr to consume more information and i did this months until i was sick of hearing what others had to say. however lol, i just moved to twitter and did the same thing. and of course, i got sick of that too--grew so tired of the fighting between loass and affirm and persist girlies, and whoever else wanted to be different so bad. and then i was introduced into nonduality.

now, it was so different from everything i had learned before that when i watched a video by Rupert Spira, i put it down and went back to loass. like, i literally said, "there's no way in hell i'm about to confuse myself with more shit." kid you not. like i refused to hop onto something else. so i just let it be but i eventually came back to it and it started to consume me and it was out of sheer curiosity. like i remember when i had put it down, just one random day i thought to myself "there is nothing else but consciousness. there is no separation." i wrote that in a diary entry on august 30th, 2023 and it really stuck with me because like...where the hell did that thought come from? especially because all of my old diary entries were how unfazed i was by the external world because i have what i want in the "one true reality" (i really had to laugh at those old entries.) and they were only from a couple days before i had this sudden realization.

but somehow, that caused me to get off of twitter and come back to tumblr and i eventually stumbled across 4d-barbie's account and some others too. i stayed up all night reading Ada's answers to submissions because this was unlike anything i'd ever heard. and it was there when i promised myself not to consume too much, to do things differently. and like okay, that didn't happen 'cause i consumed a lot but i'm happy it all happened because of what i found.

eventually, the same thing that happened with the law happened with nd. i got so burned out and i was so angry with hearing the opinions of others. like my brother in christ, i physically would be angry that i relied on others because i knew i could trust in myself but i wasn't. and like why?? why was i doing that? and because i didn't have an answer, i'd get pissed all over again.

and this probably went on for a couple weeks or so, i don't know entirely. i didn't document everything--and the things i did, i deleted because i was trying so hard to reach enlightenment. and it wasn't until i went on another cruise in late september 2023 that it finally clicked--a whole ass year later.

now i'm only saying the time because i find it so comical and beautiful. i'm gonna make another post which entails what actually clicked for me because i don't want this to be too long.

part two here. yay.

[crackerqueen-ineedsleep]

in like august or something i sent lorel a very rambly ask about blogverse. well im doing it again because it was such a big thing in my life and i loved it so much.

it is i, roleplayer of bv!shandy/shando, bv!digi/mercury, and the very first lorelcest ship kid; oleander. There's more, but those were the ones i remember clearly. to this day i regret deactivating those blogs, mostly due to all the lost memories. it brought me so much joy. looking back, it was definitely my hyperfixation at the time.

the summer of 2020 (holy shit almost 3 years ago) and i think early into the start of online school, i watched from the sidelines as blogverse grew. every day i watched my little people in the screen. I wasnt much younger but i was still a cringe little tumblr kid having a shit time in school. and then i realized that i could just join. i didnt need permission or anything, i could just make a blog from the get-go and become one of them.

and thats how blogverse shandy was born. my very first tumblr blog, and the one that made me stay. (actually, idk which of them was the first)

i'm still pissed at myself for clearing out my google drive because i used to still have the shitty pictures i drew on my computer of them, due to the fact my ipad was broken at the time. those shitty little pictures were what kept me interested in art (they didnt make me better, i was trash through and through, but they're what sparked my interest and led me to get better). i treasure the old fanart i find in their tags when i go through the ruins of blogverse.

They didn't really have a fleshed out personality or backstory. they were "weird and quirky" one moment, then straight up violent the next. this was mostly because i had no prior experience at actually fleshing out characters. though, i think their "wild card"ness somehow became their personality in the end. i was still some cringe little kid who thought i was a genius at writing because i had this little guy in my computer who lived in a void and had a cat and atattchment issues.

but holy shit i loved them. i used to think about them like a real flesh and blood person. i'd spend long nights roleplaying with others and long days talking to myself about my plans for them and then totally abandoning them moments later. i drew them poorly and decided i was a master of character design. they felt like a part of me.

i had no idea how tumblr worked but it was so much fun. bv digi, bv shandy, and oleander were 3 separate blogs because i didn't even know side blogs were a thing. bv shandy was deactivated several times due to minor issues that could've been fixed with the press of a button.

then came oleander, who i kind of had an idea for. they were a snotty little motherfricker who i absolutely adored being. it started as a joke and then it wasnt a joke anymore and they were a fully fledged character. i got bored quick though, and their blog went inactive soon. i hate their design to this day, and in the morning i'll probably redraw them.

there was also bv digi, whose entire personality was being a little weirdo who kidnapped ship kids at random just be-fucking-cause. they might've actually been the first blog i dont remember. anyway, they had the normalest design and the least art. i loved them with my whole fucking soul.

they made no sense and were generally shitty but that was the best thing to ever happen to me i think. bv introduced me to tumblr where i'd meet so many amazing people and see so many hilarious and sometimes eye-opening posts. it got me into art, writing, and roleplay, my 3 biggest hobbies to this day. it was a hyperfixation i leaned on to cope with the mild distress that just came with being alive and a dumb kid in 2020. my very first 'real' blog was made after bv's fall, and i met one of my longest mutuals bc she wrote a lorelcest fic.

I think back on it as the good old days, nostalgic even. Blogverse was my pride and joy, what i'd go do after a day of suffering in school or do when i retreated to my room. When it died so did my hyperfixation, but now looking back it meant so fucking much to me and was arguably my strongest interest and maybe even coping mechanism.

sure, it deprived me of sleep and sometimes food because i was so caught up with it, but it made me happy. all's well that ends well, right?

and i still am a dumb kid (Older Edition, yay), but even when i'm a dumb adult i'll never forget blogverse. BV was my pride and joy that summer. Thank you for being its accidental ringleader, and i know its wacky to say, but without bv i would be a different person.

:]

KSDJEKFKEKC AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

BICH U GONNA GET ME ALL TOUCHY AND FEELY

I'm so surprised yet happy that there's still at least one person that remembers BV! It was a lot of work to run so many blogs but I'm happy to know that it was worth it. BV means a lot to me aswell :)

[thesunicarusfellfor]

hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!

It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!

This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both

(f/l) = first letter of your name

(N/n) = nickname

(f/f) = Favourite flowers

Eggpire does not exist

ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.

TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing

Part one

Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2

Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubbo’s husband???

He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! That’s not even exaggerating, he would’ve and had you live with him! Although he wouldn’t let you know he did it.

Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.

You quickly got up and stood in Tommy’s sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didn’t look happy.

Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.

“So... You weren’t trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,” Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.

“I guess neither of you are loyal...” Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, “Ow! Bloody hell, mate! I’m just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!”

“It’s platonic!” Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranboo’s voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubbo’s annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, “I’m-I’m not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...” He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, “I... Should go...”

“Hold up.” You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, “I know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,” You pointed to Tommy, “Is here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?” Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.

His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, “Am I not allowed to visit?” There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. “Tommy invited me to L’Manberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.”

You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranboo’s memory book, “Oh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? We’d be able to get a lot more ores than before!” You smiled, pretending that your two friends didn’t kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.

“With Tubbo and Ranboo?” Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, “But (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! It’s our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...”

“I- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I can’t go. Sorry, (Y/n)...” Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.

“I’d love to go!” Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, “Let me just get my stuff from my enderchest.” He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didn’t mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.

Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.

The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.

They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.

While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.

Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.

The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.

Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didn’t have to carry it.

When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.

So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.

“Ooh!” Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, “There’s a ravine over here! Let’s eat by the light of the lava so we don’t waste all our torches!”

“Finally! I’m starving!” Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, “What do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?”

You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, “I have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, y’know, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?” Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.

“Little bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?” He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.

Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didn’t feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

Tubbo’s mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didn’t like.

Tommy’s violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasn’t in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didn’t really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didn’t want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.

But, this couldn’t go on forever. You couldn’t just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. It’s not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.

Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.

A creeper.

A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. “Get up you dumbass! Are you tryin’ to die?!” The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.

Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.

Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.

There wasn’t much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine. 

And you as well.

“(Y/n)!!!” Tubbo’s voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.

Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.

Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.

Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.

Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, “F-fuck... We’re gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...” He sniffled, trying to act like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didn’t seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down. 

Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)

Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came

If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,

Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.

Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommy’s house, which was the closest to the mine.

It wasn’t a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..

It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.

Let’s just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)

One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that weren’t behind the shield when the explosion went off.

Tommy Route - Mellohi

Because your home still being near L’Manberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.

While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.

If you weren’t, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.

If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t just stop breathing out of nowhere.

To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.

He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.

If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,

If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldn’t work on him.

In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days

For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasn’t able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.

When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.

The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.

When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.

In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then he’d start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.

He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.

That’s a lie.

He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.

If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didn’t have it.

The fact that you’re spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.

But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to L’Manberg. Or at least what’s left of it.

This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but you’re much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.

He would be glad to.

Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!

When you’re all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.

You’re much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.

Even about his exile...

Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.

Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.

Hell sometimes if he’s really paranoid, he’ll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs don’t bang on your door or ruin anything.

He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didn’t spawn in.

Sure he’ll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldn’t be too painful for you before saying them aloud.

Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but it’s pretty much worthless at this point.

He’s lost.

He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.

Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, he’s heartbroken at this point and can’t do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldn’t take Tommy’s last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!

Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)

One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.

He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.

“Tommy?” You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!

He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, “You... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?” He murmured to himself, “Ah fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).”

You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, “I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.” With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.

“Sh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?” He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.

“I suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.” You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?”

Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didn’t have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, “It’s a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or I’ll kick your ass.” He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.

He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.

Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, “You like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isn’t even the best part!” He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.

The walk wasn’t very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! “Oh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...”

“Innit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you don’t like it. Then it was Puffy’s idea.” He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.

“I love it! This is so beautiful!” You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, “Come on, oh! There’s a jukebox!” You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.

The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.

Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.

The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.

Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...

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Tubbo Route - Don’t Let Me Fall

Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)

Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.

This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.

Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.

The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didn’t feel alone.

Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didn’t want him getting close to you too?

It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.

On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.

If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. There’s a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure you’re breathing still, but that’s only if he’s really scared and paranoid.

Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you. 

Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didn’t even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so that’s why you didn’t remember correctly.

At first, you didn’t believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadn’t pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.

After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.

The goat hybrid actually didn’t want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasn’t going to tell you.

But Ranboo was the one who told you.

This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.

Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.

He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.

One time, he didn’t expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t lose your balance. At least that’s what he told you.

Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.

Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didn’t notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friend’s eyes.

Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.

When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.

It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.

He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.

After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didn’t want to add platonic at the beginning.

He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.

When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.

You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.

He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.

He’s just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isn’t around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,

He’s lost.

He hurt you, and Ranboo couldn’t help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.

This does cause Wilbur’s younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.

Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the L’Manberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,

One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.

He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.

How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?

“How are you so... Full of energy?” You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, “Finally! Let’s go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.”

You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, “Oh it must’ve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?”

“Over here!” He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, “Come on!”

Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, “Tubbo! Did you build this?”

“I did! I also spent last night building it too!” He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, “But this isn’t even the best part! Check over here!” The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.

“Ice skates?” You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, “But I can’t skate...”/”How did you even know I could skate?”

Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, “I’ll show you how! Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall!”/”You briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!” He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didn’t know how to lace them up.)

Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“See?” He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. “You (still) got it!”

You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.

Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. “You caught me...”

“I would never let you fall...”

There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.

Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...

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Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm

Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubbo’s mansion and Tommy’s house.

In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.

It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.

This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.

Now you weren’t out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you weren’t asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!

There were a few times when either of the boys’ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.

While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.

On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isn’t allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if you’re wondering.

On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.

If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesn’t like others being around you, he’s beginning to accept Tubbo’s care towards you but he’s still wary about his father and Tubbo’s husband.

Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)

On Phil’s latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.

Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didn’t want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.

If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.

Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didn’t want to take any risks.

Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.

Because of this, they don’t want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.

When you’re out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints. 

If someone even looks at you wrong, they’ll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.

If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.

When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!

You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.

Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.

Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?

Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.

Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.

After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.

Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.

One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.

They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!

This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.

"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.

"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"

Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"

"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)

The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.

"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.

You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.

The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.

Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.

Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.

While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."

You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.

Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.

You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.

The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.

After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.

Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...

=

Neither Route - Left the Game

Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)

Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.

You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.

Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.

During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.

You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.

Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.

Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.

They ran out immediately.

Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.

Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.

Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.

Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.

Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.

It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.

Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.

Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!

Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.

(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)

Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.

"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."

"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."

When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."

"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"

"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.

You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"

Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.

Ranboo Beloved left the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.

[castiel-left-his-mark-on-me]

Hi, Ary, very inactive ex-mutual(i think???) here. Good to see you thriving! ♥ It's been a while since I've dipped my head into cockles stuff. Could I perchance maybe ask uuuuum tf is going on??? lol I see Mish apparently confirmed he used to stay over at Jensen's in Van, and heard newbs were apparently freaking out about it and getting a bit messy, which I get that, business as usual. But I'm also seeing shit about spin-offs? And Jared getting in a twitter fight with Jensen, causing/resulting in stans to going feral and sending hate?? I know you're not as big a fan of Jar, but that's part of why I figured I'd ask you, you usually have a really level head about this kinda stuff. If you don't wanna answer publically, or at all, that's totally chill!

Hey, Rhi! We're still mutuals! Of course we're still mutuals! When I saw the notification of your ask, I was like "Hey! I haven't seen you in a while!" and my husband was like "???" and I said "Tumblr" and he said "Oh."

It was a wild time haha.

In any case, welcome back to the dumpster fire! We are obviously still a mess. So to catch you up, I guess I will start by summarizing both before and after the finale (not sure where you left off so this might be redundant for you) ... basically, it became obvious as the end of the show neared that Jensen was not on board with the plan for the finale; although Jared never stopped singing its praises.

We got confirmation of this during a zoom interview where Jensen said that he actually went into the writers room as well as called Kripke to basically voice how he didn't agree with the direction the final season was going, but he was shot down on all fronts. In another interview, he was asked "What would you tell your younger self going into this career?" And Jensen responded with: "I would tell myself to just keep your head down and do the work" meaning, "Don't try to change things because you can't." I also think that this whole situation is what he wrote "Let Me Be" about for his first Radio Company album, but that is just my own speculation. All of his reluctance, even though he always followed it up with "But I eventually saw the value in the script" or "I came around in the end" (which never sounded sincere, and I don't think he was really trying to sound sincere) made us all very nervous about what was to come for 15x20; and of course, when the last two episodes aired, we saw just how badly they fucked it up.

After the awful finale, the entire fandom became aware of the CW's heavy handed role in the thing, basically squeezing all the life out of SPN to shape it into a ramp from which Walker could launch itself. They not only erased all the love and joy and representation that Cas's love confession gave us, they also tore apart the things that made sense about the bond between Sam and Dean, making it really just about Sam-- and therefore Jared, which of course, Jared seemed to be fine with ... even though no one else was. Misha barely said anything during the finale, and a few of the other actors talked about the show ending in various posts, but Jared tweeted up a storm ... and Jensen? Jensen just sat in sexy-silent resentment of the whole thing. He didn't tweet, he didn't post, he didn't say a word once he no longer had to, and I think that's because he was already going full-steam-ahead on his plans for redemption.

Which brings us to Chaos Machine-- Jensen and Danneel's new production company that is being run by a queer creative director and has a mantra of inclusivity and representation woven throughout it's fabric; and apparently, the first story that Jensen wanted to tell through this new platform is the origin story of Sam and Dean's parents; so last week (?) he announced the upcoming production of "The Winchesters" -- the untold love story of John and Mary. Obviously, John is not the most likable character from the show, so the idea was met with a lot of resentment when it was first announced, but Jensen has gone on to say that he is excited to take on the task of telling the "true" story behind these characters-- the one that makes sense with the pre-established canon and doesn't reject it. So, given that, the idea is being mulled over with a bit more optimism from the fandom.

Who isn't being optimistic though?

Jared Padalecki.

When Jensen made this announcement on Twitter, many of his friends and coworkers congratulated him, but not Jared. Jared responded with a passive aggressive: "I'm happy for you, man, but I wish I didn't hear about it through Twitter." This of course, sent all the die-hard Jared fans into a tizzy and they immediately began asking him if he was serious (hoping it was just a joke-- we all hoped it was because there would be fallout no matter what one's opinion on Jared is). Instead of leaving it there though or just deleting that tweet, Jared went on to tweet some more, saying that he was being serious that he didn't know about the plans for the prequel, and that he was "gutted" that Sam apparenlty wouldn't be included (mind you, this a prequel to SPN... meaning BEFORE Sam and Dean were even born, so how could Sam be included? But Dean is apparently narrating this story so maybe Jared thought Sam should be helping to narrate it? I don't know). But Jared being Jared couldn't just leave that there, he then went on to tweet at Robbie Thompson who was announced as a writer for "The Winchesters" so then Jared went off on him too, calling him "Brutus" and a "coward" acting like Robbie betrayed him (speculation is-- Robbie refused to write for Walker, so Jared is pissed that he essentially chose Jensen over him). He did fairly quickly, remove that tweet attacking Robbie, but of course the damage was done at that point. And it truly only took his first tweet calling out Jensen for some people to be like "Jared-- that sucks if you didn't know but why are you saying any of this publicly?"

As you might know, Jared has had issues in the past with posting hurtful things on social media, and has even used it as a tool for attack before-- calling out customer service agents and public workers that he felt have wronged him, which is bad enough ... but for him to then do the same thing to his best friend of well over a decade? Many people who had once liked him or at least gave him the benefit of the doubt (I used to ...) stopped after this latest twitter tantrum.

However, some people have suspected for some time that J2 had a falling out either shortly before the finale or just after. Their public/social media interactions have seemed awkward, stilted or even non-existent in moments that they normally wouldn't be. In the past year, when Walker premiered, Jensen didn't say much about his friend's new venture other than a "Congrats. buddy" here and there. Later, we learned that Jensen refused to work on the show ... Jared said he make him do it, drag Jensen to the set "kicking and screaming" which made many fans quirk up an eyebrow because, why would Jensen put up a fight unless the two weren't as close as they used to be? And then Jensen moved his family to Colorado (either permanently or for an extended period at least) which is notable considering how he moved to Texas seemingly to be closer to Jared, even buying a house that was near his. All this was just speculation though; but it wasn't until Jared's tweet complaining about not knowing about the prequel that the theories behind them falling out, became less theory and more fact.

The day after his twitter tantrum, Jared tweeted again-- not retracting his statements or apologizing, but instead saying that he and Jensen "talked" and were "all good". Jensen then tweeted too, parroting this statement to some degree, which only made the whole thing even more sour in the mouths of the fans. The fact that Jared didn't apologize for his outburst and throwing his friend under the bus, and also the fact that Jensen-- Mr. Sexy Silence, Mr. Never Tweets, Mr. Tech-Ignorant-and-Proud, actually had to POST SOMETHING saying that he and Jared made up, it just screamed OPTICS. It was obviously the work of agents and PR firms and lots of people going "Look, if you two keep beefing, that will mean the death of both of your projects. Even more people will stop watching Walker, and this SPN prequel will never get picked up due to the scandal." So, the two "made nice" publicly to quell the chaos, but in my opinion, it's all too little too late. Jared started a storm that he can't contain now with a little tweet, and it seems like he knows that too because before he talked about him and Jensen making up, he asked that people "not send threats". He could have just as easily said that he shouldn't have made this a public issue and that he's sorry, but instead, he continued to play the victim and stoke the flames by alerting us all to the damage he's done.

Now, like I said before-- I used to give him the benefit of the doubt. I don't think he's an awful human or that he deserves to be attacked or anything, but he is an adult man with very poor judgment and an obvious selfish-streak a mile wide. He should know better, and he should have more respect for his so-called "friends" and "brothers" than to make them targets to public ridicule. I have a hard time believing that Jensen still sees Jared the way he used to, and I wouldn't blame him a bit for wanting to pull away-- especially when he's moving on to so many new and exciting things. Jared certainly deserves happiness just as much as anyone else, but he went on twitter and basically asked for a scandal, and he got one.

The question is now-- was there a motive behind it? Was just looking for a reason to bring his and Jensen's falling out to light-- while making himself looking like the victim in the process? Or did he genuinely not know about the prequel and just decided to go about "not knowing" in the most toxic and hurtful way he could manage?

In any case, that is the drama ... that is the J2 insanity in a rather lengthy nutshell ... that is the tea ... and I hope it all makes sense.

But the good news out of all of this is, Cockles is thriving-- they are happy and in love and Jensen calls Misha "Babe" and Misha misses waking up to see Jensen in the morning, and they are just as cute and wonderful as can be.

So, I will end that there. I am so glad to see you back, and I hope I answered all your questions in a way that made sense ... I tried anyway!

💖💖💖

[elvish-sky]

‘Shush’ and ‘Fuck Off’ Are the Fellowship's Favorite Sayings {Platonic Fellowship}

A.N: Wow! I haven’t written a oneshot or a fic with just canon characters in forever- this was very much needed! I was also cackling the entire time I wrote this, it was so nice to write something funny again. Also, I do headcanon Aragorn as bi- which is very much not relevant until the end of the fic, and this request is completely platonic like asked for, don’t worry! But yeah, this was a true delight to write and I hope you guys love it!

Requested by anon on Tumblr: I wish you would write a (platonic) fic in which Legolas has horrible posture and won't stop slouching and it gets on Aragorn's nerves all the time

Word Count: 1,204

Pairing: Platonic Fellowship

Summary: Legolas’s slouching annoys Aragorn so much that he enlists the help of two hobbits to do something about it.

Warnings: Fluff, Humor, Explicit Language

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Shush and Fuck Off Are the Fellowship's Favorite Sayings

“Legolas,” Aragorn hissed.

The elf turned, puzzled.

“What?”

“Sit up straight!”

Legolas rolled his eyes. “Really, Aragorn? This? Again?”

“It’s important to have good posture! You should know that!”

Legolas’ brain flashed back to his lessons as a child. He vaguely recalled something about sitting up straight, but he had never done so just to spite his father. Oh, well, it was too late now. He’d been slouching for thousands of years, at this point. Aragorn would just have to deal with it.

“We’re camping, in the middle of a forest, with only the rest of the Fellowship. Why do I need to have good posture?”

Aragorn sighed, leaving the elf without another word. He’d have to think about this more, but he was determined to make Legolas realize the value of good posture. Even if he had to put a permanent watch on Legolas to make him not slouch.

“Pssst. Merry. Merry!”

Merry turned to see Aragorn, shockingly, lying flat on his stomach behind a rock.

“What?”

“C’mere. Bring Pippin.”

Merry tapped Pippin on the shoulder.”C’mon. Aragorn wants us.”

Pippin’s eyes widened. “What? Why?” His voice dropped to a whisper, “Did he find the beetles? Because you know that was your idea!”

Merry shook his head. “I don’t know. But c’mon!”

Pippin, looking very worried, shimmied down the rock next to Merry, and the two of them crawled, on their stomachs, away from that campfire.

About five feet away from where they’d started, Pippin slumped with a sigh.

“Why are we crawling like this?”

“No clue. That’s what Aragorn was doing, so I figured we should do it too!”

Pippin shook his head. “That ranger is crazy, Merry. Don’t do what he does.”

“That ranger is right here.”

Pippin’s yelp of surprise at Aragorn appearing literally right next to him was stifled by the ranger’s hand slapping over his mouth.

“Shhh.”

Pippin pushed his hand away. “Why?!”

The ranger stayed silent and gestured for the two hobbits to join him behind a large tree, where he finally stood up. Merry and Pippin rose with him, brushing off their clothes and generally acting very annoyed.

“Okay, Aragorn,” said Pippin. “You have us here. Now, what is this all about?”

“Legolas,” Aragorn said. “More specifically, Legolas’s slouching.”

The hobbits groaned.

“Really? You’re still on that?” Merry asked.

“He shouldn’t slouch!!” Aragorn exclaimed. “He’s a prince, for crying out loud!”

Merry facepalmed. “It’s not like he needs to be princely right now! We’re literally in the middle of nowhere!”

“First of all, we’re not in the middle of nowhere, we’re _

“HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?” Pippin yelled.

“Because I’m smart.” Aragorn shot back. “Anways, secondly IT IS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE MATTER!!”

Merry shushed him.

Aragorn glared at him.

Merry glared back.

Finally, Pippin stepped between the two. “Fine, Aragorn, we’re in. What do you want us to do?”

Aragorn shrugged, “Just don’t let him slouch. Or train him to stop slouching. Do whatever you want, as long as it works,” and then the ranger turned, fell to the ground, and began crawling back to the campsite.

Pippin smirked, looking at Merry, “This should be fun.”

Merry rubbed his hands together. “Yes, it very much should. Shall we get started.”

Pippin nodded, and they both dropped to their stomachs and shimmied back to the campsite.

Legolas was getting more and more pissed off. For the past week, Merry and Pippin had been trailing him like dogs. They followed him literally everywhere he went, and he even swore he’d seen one of them awake while he was on watch- right before a squirrel had suddenly dropped onto his head and and fallen asleep. He’d stayed sitting up stick-straight the whole night so as to not dislodge it, and then, when it woke up, ran down to the river to wash his hair.

The hobbits had caused some sort of commotion every time he’d gone to relax- he was sure it was them, because who else could it have been? Now, he was going to confront them and find out what in Middle-Earth was going on.

Merry shrieked as a blond blur threw him over its shoulder and set off running. He looked to his left, and saw Pippin waving at him from where he was slung over the other shoulder.

“Where d’ya think we’re going?” Pippin asked.

“Wherever Legolas takes us, I guess!”

Because, of course, the blond blur was, in fact, Legolas.

Finally, the elf set them down, then paced back and forth in front of them, frowning.

This went on for several minutes, until Pippin piped up.

“Legola-”

“Shush!” The elf replied.

Pippin turned to Merry. “What is with all the shushing lately?”

Legolas shushed him again, and Pippin sat back, annoyed,

Finally Legolas spoke. “What did Aragorn put you two up to?”

The hobbits looked at each other, and then shrugged. In unison.

“Not a thing,” Merry told the elf.

Legolas approached Merry, annoyance clear in his eyes. As he drew closer, the hobbit scooched farther and farther back on the rock he was sitting on, until, with a yelp, he tumbled right off the back.

Legolas kept advancing until he was standing right above the hobbit.

“What. Did. Aragorn. Make. You. Do?”

“Wellllllll…”

Twenty minutes later, Legolas stormed into the clearing, Merry and Pippin frantically trying to keep up with the elf’s furious strides.

Legolas walked up to Aragorn, staring right into the man’s eyes.

“YOU TOLD MERRY AND PIPPIN TO NOT LET ME SLOUCH?!!!”

“We can explain!” said Merry.

“Shush!” Boromir told him, “I want to see what this is all about!”

The two hobbits went over to sit with Frodo and Sam in a huff. All their hard work to get Legolas to not slouch, and he’d found out.

Legolas continued to rage at Aragorn. “I cannot BELIEVE YOU’D DO THIS!!!! My posture is PERFECT FOR ME, AND I DON’T NEED YOU JUDGING ME FOR IT ALL THE TIME!!!”

Aragorn ws now also annoyed. “Well excuse me for looking after your spinal health! I just wanted you to not have constant back pain, but nooooo, you don’t care! You don’t care about looking presentable, you don’t care about it hurting, you just don’t care!”

“That’s right!” Legolas exclaimed. “I don’t care! I’m an elf, Aragorn, it’s not going to hurt my back. And secondly, who gives a damn about looking presentable in the middle of the woods. Now kindly tell your hobbit posture police to fuck off!”

Aragorn still looked pretty pissed, but backed off. “Fine. But when you get in trouble with your father again, don’t come crawling to me!”

The two went to sit on opposite sides of the clearing, both fuming.

Sometime later, Legolas turned around to see the ranger slouching on his side of the clearing.

Gleeful, Legolas called out “Aragorn! You’re slouching!”

Aragorn’s spine became as straight as an arrow. “Fuck off!!” He yelled at the elf.

As the ranger sulked in the corner, Legolas burst into laughter. The rest of the Fellowship joined in, all cackling at the grumpy ranger in the corner.

Whose spine, of course, was now as straight as, well, not himself. It was, again, as straight as an arrow.

Everything tag: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1 @kumqu4t @katbby16 @thewhiteladyofrohan @kirstenscaffeinateddisaster @beenovel @shethereadinghobbit @guardianofrivendell @hey-its-nonny

Legolas tag: @from-patroclus-with-love @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

[clearwillow]

Fluff Prompts. 12 please! Either way that strikes you :)

@ruddcatha I knew once I read the prompt for #12 which would be perfect, so I wrote a little piece that would take place early on in A Not So Far Quest!

Also did a little art to go with it because it just fit and I don't really have any art for this AU so that's my excuse (I'll add it to AO3 once I get a proper title and just start a collection of fluff prompts if these continue, so until then, tumblr exclusive)

12. “Can you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

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Inuyasha wasn’t a very sociable person. He had a close circle of people he’d openly admit he tolerated. As a stretch he’d even include Sango’s annoying friend Kagome in that circle. He did like getting a rise out of her, and that – in its barest form in his opinion – was a form of socializing. It was also a personal challenge to see if she’d follow through on the warning that he’d received from Sango back when they were just getting to knew each other.

“You keep talking shit, you’re gonna get hit.”

She hadn’t, so either Sango was exaggerating or he hadn’t found the right trigger yet.

But his social circle was steadily growing. Those two girls in Far Quest were quickly becoming decent conversation – when all four of them were playing, that is. More and more he was noticing that Miroku was opting out of raids in favor of going out with Sango, which – fine. That made sense. They were a thing. That meant that they went out and did things. Even if “going out” to do things meant locking themselves in Miroku’s room and doing thingsthat they didn’t try to keep quiet about.

What befuddled him was that Coral Huntress was also gone on those nights. Maybe it was just coincidence but he wasn’t stupid. Inuyasha had his suspicions but he couldn’t prove anything, which was driving him mad, because if he made a claim that maybe Miroku’s girlfriend wasn’t being totally upfront about all of her hobbies without evidence he’d just get laughed at. And he sure as hell couldn’t make that claim in front of Kagome. She’d probably laugh the hardest at learning that he was playing a massive multiplayer online game.

That would be the worst thing to happen.

“So there I am, I’ve walked down the hallway of the science wing. I had made it to the door mind you, and no one had said a word about it!”

“They didn’t?” He was trying hard not to laugh, but Birdsong caught him.

“It’s okay. I can laugh about it now,” she said. Her character on the screen cast healing as Inuyasha’s took a hit with the poison from the orc blade that had hit him in the shoulder. “I gave every junior level student in that hallway a good look at my underwear because my skirt got tucked in my panty hose.”

Inuyasha did let out a bark of laughter then, and he could hear the melodic laugh of Birdsong through his headphones. He liked that laugh. In a small way, it almost reminded him of Kagome’s laugh. The problem was, he rarely got to hear her laugh. She was usually scowling at him. Or rolling her eyes. Which was disappointing, because she also had a pretty smile.

“You alright over there?” Birdsong asked, jerking him from his thoughts. “That orc was coming right for you, dude! How did you not see it?”

“Lost in thought,” he said lamely. “T-thanks for catching that.”

The area in the current dungeon they were exploring was cleared of any spawns, which gave them the opportunity to check their stores and do any damage control before they moved to the next room. Inuyasha opened up his stats panel to see how close he was to leveling up again – not too far off if he kept this pace – when Birdsong spoke up.

“Not that it’s any of my business, but can I ask if it was good thoughts or bad thoughts that got you so distracted?”

“You’re fine. It’s…uh…not really good or bad, exactly?”

“It’s that girl you’ve been talking about, isn’t it?” she asked curiously.

“Damn is it that easy to tell?” Inuyasha sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Birdsong’s avatar moved around the screen as he sat back and watched. She was practicing some of her newly acquired techniques and since they weren’t on a timer for this dungeon to be completed, he didn’t see a problem with it. Plus he was feeling incredibly lazy.

“Not really,” she replied. “But we’ve talked so much about our days that it tends to come up, so naturally it was one of my first guesses. Did she say something that bothered you?”

“Worse.” How he found himself divulging his chronicles in pissing off Kagome on a daily basis he didn’t know, but Birdsong ran with it and matched him for stories of some jerk of a guy she dealt with. It was their weird way of commiserating apparently. “She didn’t even acknowledge me more than an annoyed look today.”

There was a sympathetic murmur that came from her end, and in most cases that would have annoyed him because to hell with other’s pity, but from Birdsong it wasn’t like that. “You say anything to her at all? Even a hello?”

“Tried. That’s how I got the look.” The hanyou hoped that pathetic whine in his voice just then didn’t come through the microphone. “I didn’t even say anything bad, either! I said ‘Hey’. How is that me being rude, cause she looked like she didn’t want to deal with me?”

Birdsong hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe she just wasn’t in the best mood today? It might not have had anything to do with you at all?”

“Feh. I’m always the cause of her bad days, according to her.”

“Not mine,” Birdsong supplied. “Not anymore, at least.”

Inuyasha’s ears perked up. Had he heard right? Did she really say that? He had to be sure. “Can you say that again?”

There was a pause, and a confused voice asked, “Were you not listening?”

‘Shit. Play it cool. Don’t let her think you’re a sap.’ “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” ‘Well that was the dumbest thing you could possibly say and now –’

“Oh,” came her soft reply, and if he had to bet money on it, she might have actually been blushing by the one of her voice. “I like hearing your voice too,” she said shyly.

He had to make her laugh before it got awkward, cause then she’d bail on the game and he’d be stuck asking for help from some 12-year old that was gonna talk smack all night. “I like hearing mine too,” he grinned, pleased when she started to giggle. Somehow it made his heart feel lighter, and he wondered if he could ever get that same feeling from talking with Kagome. “So…you ready to get back to work?”

“Do you mean saving your ass?”

“No I meant being the target so I can save yours.”

He heard an irritated groan and grinned widely. Oh yes, things were going good tonight.

Fluff Prompts List

[sadistgalore]

Hello! I’m really invested in your Killian drabbles, and I was wondering if you could write a little continuation to the piercing drabble you wrote? I was wondering what Harper or Killian’s reaction would be seeing what Luther did.

oh i'm so happy you enjoyed it! this just made me so happy cause this is the reason i write on tumblr- so people can just send random asks or questions and it gives me free writing fuel. so thank you so so so much and i will absolutely write this for you!

Taglist: @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams, @whumptakesthecake, @all-whumped-out, @distinctlywhumpthing, @painsandconfusion

CW: implied beating, referenced forced piercing, vaguely implied noncon, dehumanization, pissed off whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, breaking down

In reference to this piece.

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Harper was carding her fingers through Killian's dirty blonde hair, gently untangling any knots present. Their masters were out for the night, leaving the two of them alone chained up in the holding room. The boy's head was in her lap, trying to rest after a brutal beating from Luther.

Harper decided to break the silence. "Did you have these piercings before?" She asked in a small voice, her thumb resting over his emerald piercing in his left ear. "They're very pretty."

Killian's eyes went dark. "No, I hate them. Luther wanted his toy to be decorated on day, so I got stabbed with metal."

Oh, that'll look lovely on him.

Harper stilled, regretting her question now as she felt Killian beneath her tense. His piercings were very noticeable, especially the one between his nostrils. She knew there was one on his tongue, too, but she never pieced together how this might've been Luther's whole "act" for him.

"Thing is, I actually kind of like them," he let out a dry chuckle, eyes closing in pain as he positioned himself so he was staring at Harper. "The bullring looks badass, don't you think?"

Harper stared back at him, unsure of how to respond. "Looks fine."

"Just 'fine'?" Killian asked. "I was strapped down and took four piercings at once, I would hope they looked pretty damn good."

Fuck. Harper should've never brought this up. Trying to do damage control, she tried to say, "No, they look-"

"I had a fucking ring gag in my mouth because he knew I would try to bite down when my tongue was pierced. I almost pissed myself because of my fear of needles, but he didn't care. My tongue was so sore that I starved for four days until I could eat without pain again."

Tongue hurt, mutt? Guess no food for you then.

Harper's eyes were wide. "Killian-"

The boy stood up, ignoring the pain that radiated in his ribs when he did so. "I got so many compliments, too. All of his friends loved my pretty piercings. Telling me I must make my master pleased with the tongue piercing every time I take him down my throat. Luther loved that fucking attention, and got more on my ears and lips. Even threatened to pierce my fucking nipples."

I think you have enough on your ears pet, how about some other places?

Harper stood up too, trying to put a hand on his shoulder. "Killian, I'm sorry-"

"And they just look 'fine' to you?!" He suddenly yelled, causing Harper to flinch back. "That man has ruined my body, and this isn't the fucking worst of it. I endured so much pain for his pleasure, pain I didn't even ask for. I-"

No more piercings. Please, sir-

Your body isn't your anymore, Killian.

It was then that he broke down crying, tears running down his face before his hands flew up to cover them. Harper teared up, too, moving towards him to pull him into a hug.

"I-" he started, hands tightly gripping the back of Harper's dress. "I trusted him. All those fucking years ago, I trusted him. But he n-never cared about me. Not on-once."

Harper's fingers returned to his hair, understanding his pain; but she could never relate. At least Dark, in some sick and perverted way, cared about her. He cuddled with her and gave her gifts, while Luther just hurt Killian for no reason.

"My body is ruined," he whispered in her ear. "Forever."

"No," Harper said, moving back so her hands could cup his face. "He didn't ruin you, you're still beautiful, Ian."

You're so beautiful, pet.

Killian just stared ahead, knowing that no matter what his friend said, his boys will forever be the product of Luther's desires.

[crappy-danganronpa-imagines]

[This is the ask I sad ranted about cause tumblr posted my unfinished asks again, its Kokichi, Shuichi, and Rantaro with an S/O who has abandonment issues]

Grr I'm pissed- I wrote the whole thing and then tumblr glitched and erased it all except for like half the Kokichi one so they might be low quality cause I dont remember the exact words I used

And then when I finished the Kokichi one again tumblr decided to post just that instead of letting me save to drafts

Anyway here goes, also I just included the screenshots of the original for the Kokichi one cause I dont feel like writing all that out a third time

-Mod Makoto (now with new icons!)

Kokichi, Shuichi, and Rantaro with an S/O who has abandonment issues!

Tw for: lots of angst in the Kokichi one

Warmth?

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi had been spending so much time with his detective work recently

So much that he barely noticed you

Not that he had noticed you much before, you now realized

He would wake you up each morning with a kiss, and before you could really wake up and love him back, he'd already be deep in his latest case

You were worried for both him and your relationship, so much investigating late into the night can't possibly be good for someone, and every day you two seemed farther and farther apart

He didn't seem to notice, and that bothered you more

Were you really less important to Shuichi than a missing dog?

It was a night like all the rest you’d gotten used to, you laying in bed, cold and alone, him over at his desk typing away at his computer

When all of a sudden the power went out

It was pitch black, but you could at least hear him fumbling with things at his desk, probably trying to find a flashlight or something

Then he sighed, and you heard his footsteps, and he... got into bed?? At 9:30??

“Y/N...?”

“Yeah?”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. With your head against his chest, you could feel his heartbeat.

He had noticed your worry from the start, actually

He’s a detective, after all; how wouldn’t he notice the hints you gave?

He just had never found the time or courage to address it

"I-I know it probably feels like I'm prioritizing my work over you, and... I really am sorry for that. I should... set an alarm or something...." his words dissolved into tired mumbles. You could've sworn you caught an 'I love you' at the very end, before he fell asleep, his head resting on your shoulder.

The lad was sleep deprived from so many nights spent staying up late

But you could tell what he at least tried to put in his words

"Love you too," you whispered back, and nestled farther into his arms, already falling asleep yourself

The next morning, he stayed by your side even after you woke up, peppering your face, neck, and ears with small kisses.

Rantaro Amami

He was always exploring the world, out looking for his sisters

You were more down-to-earth, you preferred to stay close to home

Meaning he frequently left you to wander on his own

He made the most of the time you two got together, though

He would literally never leave your side when he was home, always trying to hold your hand or hug you from behind

And he'd cook you meals, too, mostly traditional dishes from the place he traveled last

Every night you two would cuddle together in bed, and he'd tell you all about his adventures until both of you fall asleep

It still felt so lonely and worrying when he was away, though

Who knew what he could be doing out there? He could get hurt, he could get sick, he could be out cheating on you for all you knew!

One night, while he was home, you told him about your concerns, and he understood completely

So the next day he went to get some groceries, and later...

"Y/N, I'm home. I got a little surprise for you."

You walked to where he was and pecked him on the cheek. "A surprise?"

He dropped the bags of groceries onto the dinner table and pulled something out of one of them. A digital camera.

There wasn't much he could do to help your worries while he was away, so he figured he'd give you something you could keep at home

From then on every time he went exploring he took the camera with him and filled up all the photo slots with pictures of beautiful things or places he found, most of them selfies with the things if he could take those kinds of pictures without disturbing anything

When he got back, before going home, he'd have the photos developed and write little labels and messages on each one by hand

It took a couple trips, but soon you had a steadily growing cluster of pictures on your wall, each with its own thoughtful message written in Rantaro's handwriting, most of them including his face in the photo

And it really did ease your anxiety quite a bit.

[waterlilliess]

lead the way ; kevin moon

you skipped classes again by going to your usual spot which is sleeping under the tree. little do you know, your dreams would lead you to something different as you sleep.

genre: fluff and angst.

a/n: this takes place in the olden times and is sort of like a alice in wonderland au 😄 but i won't be following the entire story cause it'll sound very confusing and i only wrote the parts that felt necessary. oh, and reader is very mean in this story :v

warnings: death mentions, falling, and lots of swearing

word count: 12040 (i advice you to read this on the web version on tumblr. just copy the link of this post then paste it on safari or whatever search engine you are using)

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another day of mrs. linda's lessons. you were still annoyed and pissed at the fact that your mom made you sign up for her classes. you weren't interested at all, you were basically forced to. plus you have a huge hatred for mrs. linda with her not-so-nice attitude

you did make friends in the class, but just for the sake of them covering you up for lessons. the reason to that is because you skip almost every attendance in her class to either go out or sleep under the tree without getting caught.

mrs. linda would for sure scold you, but you swore that you can't count the times you've held your laughter when you get yelled at.

"skipping again? your mother is gonna hear about this." she raised her voice at your throwing a chalk right at the board making the students flinch. you were trying to keep your laughter in at this moment but did you succeed? no you did not.

"laughing already y/n?" she said in a sarcastic tone. you then stopped chuckling as you felt your heart rate beating down because of how nervous you are. you looked at your classmates who were already concerned or either whispering things about you.

as you made eye contact with mrs. linda you were then met with her fingers flinching your forehead. "i can't stand you in this class. i want you to stay there for the entire session." she said while walking back to the chalkboard.

"why are you looking at y/n? does any one of you want to keep her company there? huh?" the students feared the tone of mrs. linda and they all stopped staring at you.

you were a bit hurt that none of your friends stood up but it was fine anyway. you understood how much they feared mrs. linda and you didn't want them to risk it too.

and now today, you were planning to skip classes again. your friends weren't surprised at the idea again. you were usually like this. and you were friends with the kinder people so what more can they do about your behavior? at least you got them over through their loneliness since they've expressed how they didn't have friends.

"take down notes for me okay? just the important stuff." your friend eric nodded in agreement.

your friend jacob then went over to you to tell something. "don't get caught okay?" she reminded.

"don't worry i won't." you assured jacob, patting on his shoulder. then the three of you parted ways. eric and jacob went inside the classroom while you exited the hallway immediately leaving the building. it was a good timing too since mrs. linda wasn't around yet.

then you stopped in your tracks as you saw the hall monitor walking around.

"shit." you mumbled under your breath. you started to work your way out by going through your known shortcut so that you won't get caught. you opened the door then slowly got out safely luckily.

you quickly ran exiting the school immediately heading to the trees just around the corner but there was a secret spot to it. it was surrounded in the mountains so ran your way up there.

then you arrived at the greenery spot safe and sound. but it was so tiring because you ran all the way up and your felt like your legs were cut off maybe because you ran quite fast.

you panted several times then suddenly you passed out lying on the grass. you even bumped your head in it.

you felt so tired and dizzy as soon as you fell on the ground. you can still feel the little pain on your head. thankfully you were under the tree already.

you slowly opened your eyes looking at the tree's shade covering you. you really loved the sight of it so you formed a smile on your face.

you can feel the wind slowly fanning your face and you really loved the feeling of that. this is was your safe space so you used up all the time to calm your mind down.

but what caught you off guard is that you suddenly drifted to sleep. you didn't mind anyway cause honestly, you were feeling a little bored looking at the surroundings. then you woke up. or did you really wake up? it almost seems like you were lucid dreaming but you cared less about it anyway.

you got up from your supposed nap then looked at the surroundings still looking the same and not anything unusual appeared. as you stood up, you can hear a voice beside and close to you.

"hi." you turned to the man's voice and he was looking at you.

'WHAT THE HELL?" you yelled, scaring the birds away on the trees. "hey, calm down. i'm not a scary person. i'm just like you." he defended himself but you were still so unsure about it.

"well that makes you more creepier you weirdo!" you pushed him away as he got close to you.

"why do you need to hint that you're not a scary person?" you were starting to get cautious and you slowly backed away from him but he still followed.

"because," he paused for a moment and he stopped walking towards you. "okay, maybe i should stop doing that since it's scaring you-"

"NO, YOU AS A WHOLE PERSON MADE ME SCARED ALREADY!" you yelled at him for the second time. he sighed, itching the back of his hair getting a little frustrated with your attitude.

"you didn't even let me finish. i was gonna answer your question." you gave him the chance to speak anyway because you wanted to know what was his business with you. "talk." you pushed him by the shoulder.

"let's start with my name. my name is kevin." he introduced himself. you raised your eyebrow waiting for his next line. "and i may look like a human being but i'm not one since nobody can see me. people only see me in their dreams."

you bursted out a laugh to his words. "kevin are you okay? shit, we are not dreaming this is reality wake the hell up!" you told him.

"no you're wrong-" he paused for a moment. "by the way what's your name?"

"y/n." you answered.

"you're wrong y/n." he stated. "try pinching yourself." he suggested then you did as he said. you were feeling a little weird somehow. you knew you were sleeping but you can't get out of it. "kevin, what happened?" you started to ask with worry in your voice.

"that's what i said. you're basically dreaming." he whispered in your ear. then you saw him going through a passage where you have never passed by before.

"hey, where are you going?" you started to follow him. "hm, how would you react if i take you to somewhere?" he asked as he stopped in his tracks to ask you that question.

you wondered what that place would be. "hm, where to?"

"somewhere exciting and fun." he answered. you raised your eyebrow. "fun?" kevin nodded. "and i'm also taking you to a little adventure." he commented. "it won't be a waste of your time too. it's gonna be worth it."

you made a 'tch' noise in response. "it better be."

kevin was whether confused if you were coming or not. "so are you going with me? or just spend your whole dream laying around doing nothing?

you don't know what kind of adventure he specified. you were thinking that it was going to be a trip in the waterfalls or rock climbing. well, you needed something at least a little exciting thing to do so you said yes anyway. "yeah i'll go. whatever that adventure is going to be."

kevin formed a smirk on his face. you were surprised at the reaction he just gave. he took your wrist dragging you to the unknown passages. "kevin what the hell you're hurting me!" you yelled at him.

"we have to hurry though!" he told you, still holding your wrist tightly. then you soon arrived to a place where it seemed like a hideout but it was covered in bushes. "what is this? are you gonna eat me alive or something?" you asked, sounding snobby with your tone.

kevin rolled his eyes sighing as he had enough with your words. "stop being a killjoy y/n. just wait." you felt offended at the word he called you. you swore that you cursed at him in silent but kevin didn't bother to yell again cause he's already annoyed.

"kevin what the hell is up with these bushes?" you said while grabbing every bush that was in you and kevin's way.

"they're only planted to keep this place secret." he answered. "oh so it's like a hidden place or something like that?"

"yeah." kevin answered. he felt a little relieved that you didn't sound snobby at all like you were seconds ago. it was still a long way. your hands were already tired with pushing all the bushes away. even your legs were about to wobble and cramp cause it was so tiring. and this was also your best time to complain at kevin again.

"i'm fucking tired, why is this passage so long?" you raised your voice at him on purpose to annoy him. kevin's mood changed right away when he heard you complained from behind.

you noticed that he didn't answer you. you could tell that he was annoyed so you decide to make it worse. "kevin, you're gonna leave me dying out here! what's taking so long? and plus, where is this gonna lead us to?" kevin still pretended to not hear your complaint and continued to walk his way through the bushes.

"are we there yet by the way?" you continued to annoy him but you suddenly stopped as kevin stood in his tracks stopping.

"what's the hold up bitch?" you walked towards him but he made a 'shhhh' sound to you. you rolled your eyes annoyed at his actions but you still stayed quiet anyway.

"we're here already." he blatantly said. he revealed to you a small place covering up a dark hole on the ground.

you were absolutely shocked. you wondered if this was the adventure he was talking about. "dude, this is the place you mentioned about adventure?" you bursted out a laughter again.

kevin crossed his arms and he shook his head annoyed at your reaction. he thinks you don't know what's gonna happen next.

"you don't have to be that straightforward y/n." he patted your shoulder. you looked at him with an unimpressed look.

"that hole right here leads to something magical." he pointed the dark hole to you. you were still not buying it. "yeah right, like what? a dark swamp?" you joked but kevin wasn't having it. you shrugged not knowing what to do about that.

"you really judge things y/n. not nice of you." kevin shook his head then faked a cry thinking you were gonna fall for it. "i know, deal with it." you said in a sarcastic tone.

"by the way, you haven't told me where that hole leads to." you told kevin and you were already getting impatient too.

"you didn't ask me about it." kevin basically gave you the same attitude back. you struggled to say something so you stomped your feet in anger. "whatever." you walked away.

"y/n, don't leave yet!" he stopped you in your tracks. you've already had enough of kevin and it was a waste of your time already. "kevin, just tell me what it is then we'll go! i'm being serious." yes, you did raise your voice at him again and kevin was so sick to hear that kind of tone again.

"okay so as i said before, that hole leads to something magical and adventurous. it's a land, okay?" he explained the whole thing but you need a little more specific details. "what kind of land?"

kevin facepalmed and decided that it was time to go for good. "let me just show you what it is." he then grabbed your wrist again. it startled you so much and you were scared. "kevin, what are you doing?"

"we're going in now!" he answered.

"just by falling in? are you out of your mind?" you were really scared and kevin didn't even have the guts to answer you question. he made your hands wrap around his and your's and you were basically uncomfortable.

"you creep, what are you doing?" you complained again. "just hold on tight and be calm." he reminded you. "isn't there a ladder for this? kevin, i am not going to fall for my death what are you doing?-"

your sentence was cut off with your screams when kevin started to put his feet out resulting into the both of you falling off the hole finally.

"KEVIN!!!!!!" you screamed but kevin seemed to be so calm which made you so pissed. the falling kept on going, you could feel the air running through your face and you were no longer in kevin's arms.

"KEVIN COME BACK HERE!" you cried out. kevin sticked his hand out gesturing you to hold it. "take my hand you scaredy cat." you then took his hand and now the both of his hands. you guys were basically just falling.

you then observed the circular figure that you guys just fell into. it had paintings of princesses and a bunch of bookshelves. you hated reading so you didn't bother getting one anyway.

"the place is nice right?" kevin asked. "hm, i wouldn't say it is, but it seems okay." you answered honestly. then the both of you felt the free-fall suddenly getting slower and slower.

"woah, it's slow. are we getting there yet?" you asked kevin to be sure. "yeah, we are." kevin answered. you mumbled a 'yes' as you were excited to see the land you guys are about to land on.

then you guys felt the hard ground surface and it was already a sign that you guys finally arrived. thankfully you guys landed safely. you almost thought you were falling to your death.

"here we are." kevin said. you observed the entire room and it was basically a hallway and it's colors were red and dark brown. it looked like one of those haunted houses you see in books.

you noticed kevin already walking and he didn't even bother to tell you that he was going. "kevin, did we land on a haunted house? cause i did not sign up for this." you told him.

"no, it's not a haunted house." he answered. the both of you walked straight towards the hallway to your destination. you had no idea where kevin was taking you to, so you just followed where he's heading.

then you guys stopped at a wall. kevin even gestured you to stop because why not. "kevin why did we stop? isn't there like a way to this?" you asked him. you guys were facing infront of a wall too.

"no y/n. under our feet, there's a little door down there." he said, pointing at the little door he talked about.

you looked at the little door he gestured towards to and it was really small. "damn, how are we gonna get inside that?" you asked him.

kevin then turned to look at something and you followed. "you see that table with a bottle and candy there?" you nodded seeing the figures he mentioned.

"that bottle makes us shrink. while the candy makes us bigger."

"bigger that we'll break this room here?" you wondered but kevin shook his head. "no just the right amount of big." he told you.

then the both of you walked towards it and kevin grabbed the bottle and took the first sip. "kevin, the fuck?" you were a bit mad but kevin sticked his tongue out teasing you. there you saw him shrinking.

and unfortunately the plan didn't go too well. he made one stupid move and the bottle began to drop and break into pieces as soon as he shrank.

"oops." kevin realized what he just had done. you didn't hear what he said down there and you felt like crying cause of how angry you were.

"oh my fucking god, i'm literally going to cry. kevin, why? WHY?!" you stomped your feet in anger and tears were already streaming down in your face. you were already getting super pissed. and you obviously you can't hear kevin because he was too tiny.

kevin on the other hand was basically apologizing and told you not to cry cause it's gonna make it worse. "y/n, don't cry! i got this! just please stop crying!"

"fucking hell, why did i even agree to this."

you sat yourself onto the ground covering your face holding in your anger. kevin was already starting to worry. he didn't know what to do next.

"fuck you kevin, now i'm stuck here forever thanks to you." you cursed at him. kevin could still hear you.

"please wait y/n." he calmed you down and he looked around to see what else he could find. then hope started to appear as the door suddenly gotten bigger? it even reached the size of an average human being.

there your tears stopped flowing and you were not longer mad. it was a good thing hope came around to save you. "oh my god the door! yes!" you ran towards it as you felt the excitement filling in you.

"oh my god. y/n did not just leave me behind." kevin facepalmed groaning in frustration. he couldn't believe that you just left him behind. you were being a little to selfish that you forgot kevin was with you.

"y/n! come back here!" he yelled and he knows he couldn't hear you but still decided to shout anyway in case if it's helping in the slightest.

when you were about to touch the door knob, you remembered kevin. you literally thought he was beside you when you just forgot that he shrank a while ago. "oh my god, kevin!" you gasped. "i forgot about that little bitch."

you walked your way to where the table was and grabbed the candy. you broke the smallest piece as possible then gave it to kevin. but you couldn't see where he was.

"god damn it, you're too small to see kevin." you cursed out.

"not my problem. now give the candy to me!" kevin yelled. it was such a shame that he could hear you but you couldn't.

you didn't know where kevin was so you decided to put it in the place where he began to shrink.

"yes! finally! WOOH!" kevin saw the candy and took the chance to grab it. he then started to grow back as soon as he ate it. you flinched at the sight when kevin transformed cause it happened out of nowhere.

"well, thank god you're back to normal." you told kevin sounding sarcastic in your tone. "all thanks to you almost leaving me behind." he said.

and you knew what to respond to that. "and even your stupid move which caused the bottle to break." kevin went speechless but he didn't bother to talk back cause you were getting on his nerves already.

"whatever, let's just go." you followed kevin to where he was walking to. and there you were at an ordinary town with cartoon-like and unrealistic structures around it. the town looked like something that came out of a fantasy world too.

you and kevin both explore the town observing it's neat surroundings. you saw that there were only a few people passing by. there was not that much people there too. no wonder it seemed quiet.

"so, this is the town?" you asked kevin. "yeah, it seems quiet here too. you can only hear the sounds of nature in this town." you nodded at kevin's words understanding the town's condition.

there were lots of  flowers that you found attractive. the colors were so pretty too. you ran to the bushes to pick a flower. then you were stopped by kevin. "hey, hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?"

"uhm, picking the flowers? am i going to get caught by a demonic monster or what?"

kevin felt the urge to scold you at this point. "y/n it's simple, don't pick the flowers. look at the villagers staring at you." you then turned to the villagers he was talking about and he was right.

two of those villagers were giving a glare at you. you chuckled awkwardly putting the flowers back together to its place. you were starting to get so uncomfortable cause the villagers still gave you the same look.

"uh oh, looks like you've fucked up." kevin whispered to you. "shut it okay? i got this." you convinced him.

"i'm very sorry for picking up the flowers. it won't happen again" you apologized sincerely to the villagers and they've changed their reactions a bit but didn't bother to give you a response back. you and kevin then walked away after that awkward situation was over.

you sighed in relief after escaping all that mess. "see i told you." kevin didn't seemed amused and ignored your words.

as you guys continued to walk in your destination, you saw a fountain nearby. the water looked so beautiful and the whole stone structure itself. you then approached it to see what it looked like.

kevin noticed where you were heading to. "y/n, where are you going?"

"to the fountain. it's not like i'm going somewhere dangerous." you told kevin.

"i was only asking, no need to be rude." you ignored his words. you headed to the fountain and sat down on it for a while. kevin followed and sat down beside you.

"what are we sitting here for?" he wondered. "kevin, let's take a little break okay? my legs can't handle all the running and walking we've been doing unlike yours." you basically compared your minor inconvenience to kevin's.

"hm, i guess that just proves i'm tougher than you." he teasingly said as you nudged him on his shoulder.

"no way, i'm tougher." you said. "no, what was that smack you gave me then? that felt weak." he commented on the way you smacked him on the shoulder.

"ah, so you wanted something painful? i'll show you then." you used all your might to smack kevin on the shoulder and it happened to work.

he yelped in pain. "OUCH! WHAT THE HELL Y/N?" he said, still feeling pain from the smack you gave him.

"well, it's what you wanted right?" you poked your finger on his shoulder. kevin slapped it away. "not in that way, idiot!"

kevin crossed his arms and distanced himself away from you. you have to admit that you enjoyed teasing him this much.

"you're so fun to tease kevin." you scooted over beside him cooing over him. kevin rolled his eyes in response. "i have to say you're really annoying to begin with."

you pretended to be hurt by what he said there. "aw, that hurts. but i know that already." you nudged him playfully on the shoulder chuckling at your own words.

"do you like teasing people this much y/n?" he asked you the question you weren't expecting. "yes. get used to it. even my friends are fine with it."

kevin raised his eyebrow, wondering if what you said was true. "really?"

"yeah, jacob and eric. eric seems to follow along with my jokes. meanwhile jacob? i don't think he gets it sometimes, so i have to be careful with what i say when it comes to him." you described your friendship to kevin and he seems to be interested in it, forming an 'o' on his mouth while nodding.

"cool cool, you seem to have great friends." kevin said. "i know. but i feel bad sometimes." your tone suddenly changed and you weren't playing around this time. kevin was suddenly confused. "eh? what do you mean?"

"i'm actually not a good person in the real world." you told kevin. but did he seem surprised? it was already obvious by the way you acted towards him.

"i'm one of those rebellious students who cuts classes and whatever school policy you can remember, i might have broken some." you explained to kevin. kevin wasn't expecting any of that as well.

"woah, i thought you were one of those students that bully people for looks." you nodded at his statement. "or one of those students that is rude to people for no reason." you realized he was implying you in that sentence and you smacked him again.

"no, i'm good with people. i just hate getting bossed around that's why." you explained it to him further. "okay, okay, whatever you say meanie." kevin said.

"jacob, eric, and i are total opposites. and because of that, i feel very bad because i made them cover up for me if i have the urge to skip classes." you explained the details about your concern earlier.

"then you shouldn't have done that to them if that was concerning you in the first place? why would you continue?" kevin asked. he wanted to go into more about it.

"because of this one teacher. the teacher who i have a huge hatred for and i'm trying to avoid her at all costs." you answered as kevin nodded listening to what you were saying.

"i want to make it up to them when i get back." you said while touching the waters on the fountain minding nothing at all. "and i think they're fed up with my shit i put onto them. i really need to do something."

kevin understood what you're feeling at the moment. "do you miss them?"

"of course, i do." you told him. "you would've loved them too if you were real." you bluntly said by accident. you totally shouldn't have kept that in mind. this is why you also told kevin that you need to be careful with words too.

kevin genuinely laughed anyway which seemed odd. "true true." even though that was the reaction he gave you still felt bad. "sorry, i shouldn't have said that." you apologized.

"it's fine. i just wish i was like you. out there in the real word. but like i said, i only appear in dreams so there's nothing you can do about it." you were feeling guilty now but you understood his feelings. you wanted to know what he actually was before his dream existence started.

"kevin, do you still remember what you were before all this dream thingy?" you asked. you were curious of kevin's life so you wanted to know.

"actually i don't." he said. "i only know my name. i remember having a memory of it when i first got here but as time went by, i suddenly lost the hold of it." he explained. you were sad that he wasn't able to rememeber it anymore. kevin would've lived a good life if it weren't for this dream.

"enough with the gloomy hours now." kevin suddenly changed the atmposhere's mood immediately. "you miss your friends right?" kevin asked patting your shoulder. you were confused with the question he asked.

"uhm, i do. why?"

kevin pointed out a castle located from the mountains. "we are heading there anyway. to the castle. to bring you back to the real word." he explained. what he said gave you more motivation and energy to this little adventure you guys were doing.

"well then, let's get going!" you didn't have to think about the consequences. you wanted to return so bad. the both of you stood up walking to the trails that lead to the top mountains. as usual, you followed kevin to wherever the hell he was heading to.

"are we really going up to the castle directly?" you asked kevin. "hm, nope. we need to visit a friend of mine first before going up there." he answered. "ah, okay." you wondered what the little friend of his looked like. you were down curious too.

then you guys arrived at a place where it seemed a little dark. much like something you see in the cave. it seemed so hollow too. "kevin, where are we?" you asked him wondering what the place was. "this is uhm, the other part of the village." he answered.

"except it's dimmed and way more colder here." he added. "this also happens to be the place where my friend lives." he also mentioned. you and kevin then arrived at a wooden house with a unique and neat structure. you were absolutely stunned with the house's image.

kevin knocked on the door to call over his friend. the door then opened revealing it to be his friend. he seemed tall and good-looking too. "hey kevin!" he said. kevin greeted back.

"hey juyeon! by the way i brought someone over." he was talking about you. "this is y/n." juyeon looked over at you then waved at you. "hi y/n, i'm juyeon." he said with a smile on his face. he seemed very kind to you. he reminds you of your friend jacob too.

he then gestured you guys to come in. "come in guys." the both of you entered inside his house. you slowly observed how his room looked like and it was so small and simple yet so pretty. you envied his house so much.

"wow, your house is so nice." you said while admiring the room. juyeon was flattered by your compliment. "thank you."

kevin helped juyeon preparing some little snacks for the three of you to eat. "come sit down y/n." juyeon called you over as they were done preparing the food. you grabbed a seat to sit on as you walked to the table.

"so, what brings you here y/n?" juyeon asked wanting to know your business here. "uhm, i was dreaming and i-"

you were stopped by juyeon. "what? you? dreaming? as in like now?" you nodded and you were so confused to juyeon's shocked expression.

"why, is there anything wrong?" you asked. juyeon and kevin both looked at each other. you saw kevin almost choking on his sandwich while juyeon began to put down his sandwich.

"y/n, you need to wake up as soon as possible." he told you. you were so worried that you started to fear for what's about to happen. "why am i going to die?" you asked.

"much worse. you'd either die or be in a coma for who knows how long." juyeon explained. you were questioning why kevin didn't tell you all of this. maybe because it involed death but he should've told you right away.

"that's why i'm taking her to the castle juyeon." kevin added. juyeon nodded taking kevin's words. "that's good. the queen will be having us over for dinner anyway." he mentioned something about an event with the queen.

"kevin, why didn't you say anything about the chances of me dying here?" you wanted to ask kevin as you cannot keep it in inside anymore.

kevin sort of hesitated to answer your question. but he had no choice since juyeon was also unsure if he wants to tell the truth.

"because y/n..." he did a long pause in his sentence then decided to speak again. "juyeon and i were like you once. then the universe decided that it was finally the day for us to stop living in the real world. that's why i said i only appear in dreams. same goes with juyeon."

so juyeon and kevin are basically dead. no wonder. those were all the things you understood. "but, what about being in a coma?"

kevin and juyeon don't know the proper answer to that unfortunately. we actually don't know if we're officially dead or not. if we've been living her longer, that indicates we're dead." juyeon explained what he can so that you'd understand and get the whole context behind this dream thing you are in.

"if we managed to escape ourselves out of this within a short time of period then we're lucky. " juyeon added. "but since me and kevin have been here for two months..." he took a pause to drink his tea before continuing. "we're actually considered dead."

you heart felt like breaking apart. you know that it isn't your fault but somehow you felt sad because they had to go through all of this. you always forget that they've had a life before this too.

"there are actually two ways in attempting to escape. it's either you wait for the day for this to end or you go eat with the queen then work your way out through a secret door." kevin explained the dynamics with the way it works here.

"is it hard to get pass through the queen?" you were curious. "yes it is." kevin responded.

"if you get caught then the guards would sure kick you out and the queen will throw out names to you." he explained how the process works. you had a feeling it felt like a life or death situation but it is what it is.

"and you got to solve a huge maze there as you enter then exit the castle." juyeon also mentioned. you couldn't believe that the queen would make you do a lot of things beforehand. "what? no way." you gasped in shock.

"yes way." juyeon corrected. "did you guys tried to attempt making your way through the queen?" you asked if they've had any experiences but the both of them shook their head.

"no, you can only get one attempt at it." juyeon said as you nodded in response.

"i hope you made it for sure y/n." kevin told you. you felt touched at his words but at the same time you were worried because what if you don't make it out alive? it's what feared you the most. "i don't know, what if i can't?"

kevin and juyeon convinced you that you will make it somehow. "no! you will!" kevin said.

"don't have doubts y/n, we know you can make it." juyeon also added.

"i don't know if i can. the way you guys expained the procedure, i don't think i can. it seems hard." you said with worry in your voice. kevin and juyeon seemed worried as well.

"and i don't wanna die too. there are so many things i want to do and it's so early if i did..." you told them with sadness in your voice.

"as long as you have us-" but juyeon decided to cut him off. "actually, i'm not going to help you guys out since the queen doesn't want me around." what a pity you thought. it's a shame juyeon can't come along.

you wondered what was the business between juyeon and the queen. "why? what's wrong?"

juyeon didn't want to explain it somehow. "uhm, it's a long story." he said. you respected his decision anyway in not telling.

"i'll be here to guide you." you looked into kevin's eyes and he was very eager to help you out.

"and you'll wake up to the real world in no time with his help." juyeon said. but he gestured you to go near to his ear closer to whisper something. "if it weren't for him fooling around."

"hey, i heard that!" kevin said raising his voice slightly with anger but juyeon found it funny somehow and the same goes to you. "but he's right though." you sided with juyeon on this one.

kevin rolled his eyes turned his head to the opposite direction. you know kevin will still help you out despite all the mean things you've done to him.

"so y/n, do you think you can make it out?" juyeon asked you.

you were still pretty much unsure and you still doubted but with the help of kevin, there might be a slight chance you can make it out alive. kevin was the one who brought you here to this whole adventure so obviously he'd know a thing or two.

"we'll see. as long as kevin is helping me out." you smiled. "without fooling around." you did that on purpose to annoy kevin. he was not impressed with the whole thing at all while juyeon covered his face to silent down his laughter.

"okay, now that we've agreed onto this, let's do a pinky swear now." kevin suggested. he let out his pink finger to you waiting for you to do the same.

"sure." both of your pinkies tangeled onto each other for a short time then you let go. "me too." juyeon also wanted to do a pink swear with you then you agreed. both of you pulled away after.

"so, are we going now?" you asked kevin.

"yea-" kevin immediately changed his answer as he thought of something in mind. "nope, we aren't going not unless you finish that sandwich." he made a grin look on his face that made you roll your eyes for the millionth time.

you observed that kevin's actual personality towards you went back to normal. "so you're just gonna act like that now?"

kevin shrugged. "i don't know what you're talking about, but all i know is that i'm helping you out with things."  he responded. juyeon was so confused with the whole thing but he knew you guys were just messing around.

you finished your sandwich anyway in one bite. it was only a small one too. "finished."

"that fast?" kevin was shocked. it was a real one this time.

you decided to ignore what he just said there. "let's get going now kevin."

"y/n-" you were getting too impatient that you can't even bother to talk to kevin.

you said, standing up on the chair heading towards the door. kevin also followed.

juyeon headed towards the door as you and kevin exited already. "goodluck y/n." he said. you responded with a thumbs up to him. "you guys stay safe out there too and no fooling around." that was definitely meant both for you and kevin.

"we will juyeon." kevin told him. then the both of you parted ways with juyeon. it was now time for the both of you to head to the green maze.

"kevin, where is this green maze?" you asked as you were following kevin walking to the highest rail leading to the top surface of the mountain.

"the green maze is at the top." he answered. "it's gonna be very complicated too so you and i better not mess around." he reminded.

"hm, okay meanie." you teased him for the last time seeing as he said to not fool around.

"what did i just say?" he groaned in frustration, facepalming.

"fine whatever." you stopped messing with kevin afterwards. you could've sworn that your legs were getting so tired but you didn't want to complain since you fear at the thought of kevin not helping you if you annoyed him again.

but you would for sure annoy him back if he broke the rules and decided to mess with you. there you guys arrived at the top of the mountains. you can feel that the maze was already nearer.

"here it is, the green maze." kevin said as you guys already arrived at the maze. it was made of grass. you gasped at the sight of it seeing as it was very big. "wow, it's this big?" you asked.

"yeah. and a very complicated one too." kevin also added. "so, where do we start?" you wanted to go already. you were getting pretty excited too.

"of course we start by here-" kevin stopped in his tracks as there were three card looking figures blocking his way.

"uh uh, what do you think you're doing?" one of the guards asked.

"going through the maze, what's it to you?" you started to act a little mean, hoping that it would intimidate them.

"you've got quite the attitude there you stinky two legged human." the middle guard said throwing names at you.

"whatever, just let us in. let the queen have some visitors too, will ya?"  you said as you started to walk towards the entrance

you were startled at the guards duplicating themselves into more stack of cards which prevented you and kevin to enter. "are you kidding me?"

"we are not kidding." one of them said. "the queen wouldn't permit visitors like you and your little friend to enter her castle." another one said.

"okay, well is there a way to enter the maze or are we really not going in there?" kevin asked.

"there is a way!" the guard said. "if you solve this riddle, we will let you pass!" the other one said.

you smirked at the idea of it being a riddle i. order to get pass the maze. "sure, beat us into it." you sounded eager.

kevin looked at you silently judging. "yeah, like you'll even get the correct answer." he joked.

"i will kevin, just you see." he didn't believed you but you were going to prove it to him anyway.

the guards were now in position to tell you the riddle they promised to ask you. "let's prepare the riddle!" the guards said. "get ready you fellow stranger."

"spill it right away." you told the guards. "this is a common little bug that many people fear. this fear has a special name; its arachnophobia." that was the riddle the cards gave you.

"this is going to be a tough one. or is it?" kevin whispered to you. "nope." you didn't even need a second to think cause you knew the answer.

"a spider!" you answered with joy in your voice.

"correct!" all the guards said in unison. they now let you into the entrance when you got the answer right.

you and kevin then made your eye towards the entrance and now the both of you were inside the maze. "how did you got that answer so quick?" kevin asked, curious on how you did it.

"hm, i know my ways." you bragged it to him. kevin was still envious on how your brain works.

since you guys were at the maze now, all that's left is to solve the entire thing before entering the queen's castle. "so kevin, do you know how to solve this maze or what?" you asked incase if he knew anything.

"nope. i've never been here too." he answered. oh well, what a bummer. this is gonna take a while seeing that the maze is big and you guys have no idea regards on where to start.

"oh well. what do we do then?" you asked kevin. kevin stopped and looked around at the maze wondering what to do.

"try those different paths duh, that's what a maze is." he said pointing while pointing those grass paths.

you didn't liked the idea of it. "do they not have a map hidden here or something?" you said while looking around the surroundings.

"no they don't. they make you solve shit in this maze so we have to use our brains to get out of here." kevin answered.

you sighed in frustration pulling your hair strands cause you know how stressful it is going to be. "god, why did the queen thought it was a good idea to put a maze here?"

kevin shrugged not knowing the answer to that. "i don't know either. i guess she has a purpose too."

"she probably likes to fool around with her visitors with this huge map and she wonders why she has no visitors." you told kevin making mean comments about the queen.

"actually, the queen cares less about that. she's got a large amount of people in her castle including guards and servants." he didn't agree to what you said there.

you were a bit surprised too. "wow, okay. well she is the queen so obviously she would be needing all of that." you shrugged at the end of your sentence.

"now, let's try the middle one." you suggested to kevin but he didn't agreed.

"no don't."

"why?" you wondered

"we're heading to the left." he said while heading towards to a different path which is the one he's going to.

"kevin, we are going to the middle." you said while dragging him back to the place.

kevin lets go of your hands. "y/n, let's agree on this because we need to stick together." he reminded you.

you still didn't want to go to the left path with him.  "and i said we're going to the middle, so that's that."

"you're so hard-headed y/n." he went off alone by himself leaving you behind.

"hey, where are you going?" you asked where he was heading too when it was already clear.

"unless if you don't want to return to the real world then i'll be leaving you here." he warned beforehand. now that made you wanting to go with him.

"fine, i'll go with you!" you shouted while going after him. "that's what i thought." he said forming a smirk in his face.

you guys were walking straight to the left path. the atmopshere between you and kevin were quiet. but it was understandable since you wanted to focus on getting out of here.

then there goes a grass block preventing your way. you and kevin stopped walking as it was blocking your sight. there were was no way out to the opposite sides too.

"damn what? do we have to take another turn?" you asked kevin. "probably-" he was cut off by a voice.

"no, don't. you've entered the right path." it was another card figure and it's not like the ones you've seen at the entrance. it was a different one.

"hey, you might know the way out to this. do you?" kevin asked the card that was sitting while looking at the both of you.

"yes! with the help of a simple task, then i will let the two of you in." the card answered. you and kevin both looked at each other cheering in joy.

"okay, and what's that thing you want us to do?" you asked the card.

the card then suddenly brought out a red painting bucket. "paint the white roses red." the card said.

you and kevin were a little confused. "like all the roses here?" you asked as the card nodded. "yes yes yes."

kevin grabbed the bucket then the both of you went to the bushes where it had the most roses.

"we just need to paint all of it right?" you asked kevin just incase.

"yeah." he answered.

both of you then grabbed the two brushes tjat were given and started to paint the roses. "okay. but why did the queen not bother planting red roses? she didn't have to make her card servants paint all these roses." you said as you wondered telling it to kevin.

"y/n, just do what we're asked to do." he was not amused at all and it sounded like a complaint to him which made you annoyed.

"okay, fine."

it only took about 8-9 minutes to finish the task you were told to. it took that long because of the amount of roses there were on the other corners.

as soon as you were both finished, both of you walked towards the card that was just sitting around waiting for you and kevin to finish. "we're done." kevin said returning the paint bucket to the card.

"hm..." the card took the bucket and stood up, looking at all the roses you have painted. you hoped that were no missing spots because you and kevin took the time to finish painting on all the roses that were found.

"okay, you've passed." the card said walking back towards to its place. you and kevin sighed in relief after hearing the good news. the card then inserted a key to the grass then it sooned opened after unlocking it.

"wait, those things have a secret locker underneath it?" you gasped.

"not all." the card said. "this only applies to mine." you nodded understanding what the card said. now that the task was over, you and kevin headed towards to a new path.

"where to next captain?" you asked kevin while you guys were walking. "i'd say we take your advice." kevin suggested. "now, where do we go to next y/n?" he said.

"uhm... you started to look around and observe what was the correct path. "let's head over to that one with a black gate." you told kevin pointing it out to him.

"that could lead us to somewhere too, i can tell." you assumed. kevin slowly nodded and decided to give your advice a try. you and kevin went to the black gate as you suggested. then as soon as you guys got there, a card came through the bushes out of nowhere.

"what the hell-" you cursed out.

"hey! mind your language." the card said as he walked towards you and kevin. "you wanna get pass to this black gate?"

"yeah." you answered. "well you gotta be catching butterflies for this one." the card handed you and kevin a butterfly net. but you were a little confused since there were no butterflies.

"there's no butterflies here though?" the butterflies then came to appear. there were only a few of them but it was also hard to catch it all too.

"oh, those are the butterflies." kevin gasped looking at the butterflies that were flying around.

"yeah, yeah. now are you gonna catch those butterflies for me or what?" the card impatiently asked.

what the card said made your blood boil so you started to anger the card. "just wait you-" you were then cut off by its voices.

"i said watch your language." he warned. "now go, catch those butterflies." he commanded.

"how many butterflies exactly?" kevin asked. "hm, i only need about a few. about 20 butterflies." the card responded. "after you catch all those butterflies, you put it in these jars." the card handed you and kevin an empty jar.

"now go." you and kevin then started to catch the butterflies as quick as possible.

"oh my god, this is going to be so tiring." you complained for the millionth time again. you were so tired of doing tasks for the cards but you had no choice since they helped your way out to the maze

"it's not if you're just going to sit around and complain." kevin said while he was catching the butterflies.

"kevin, you know how my legs get easily tired." you followed kevin's footsteps as he was catching the butterflies and you made sure you didn't get in his way.

"well, what do you want me to do about that?" kevin was tired of hearing the same complaint from you.

"i was just saying." you crossed your arms. you only stood there watching kevin catching the butterflies the entire time cause you refuse to catch the butterflies.

"y/n, just continue what we're tasked to do please." he said when he noticed you just standing around there slacking off.

you dropped the butterfly net then sat on the ground. "that's what you always say." you groaned in frustration.

"yeah, cause you kept on complaining on every task we did." kevin told you the reason but you did not seem to agree it.

"but i did make some points on it though." you defended yourself. you intended to annoy kevin with that one.

kevin began to stop catching the butterflies as he heard your response. "y/n no. just- oh my god." he itched his hair in stress and swore that he had enough with you.

you formed a smirk on your face as you successfully attempted to annoy kevin. now you wanted to ask kevin how he was doing with the butterflies. "kevin, how many butterflies have you caught so far?" you asked.

kevin then approached towards you holding the net that was filled with a few butterflies. "open the jar." he commanded. you brought out the jar and opened it. kevin grabbed the jar then inserted the net that had the butterflies on it. he quickly closed it with the lid because the butterflies were too fast.

"those are all i've caught so far." he said. you looked at the butterflies and counted in head on how many there were inside. "ten?" you guessed.

"probably, if that's what you think." kevin shrugged. then he continued to catch more butterflies as you waited for him to finish.

you actually do feel bad that he has to do all the catching while you wait and stood there holding the jar. it was too late anyway since he only needed ten more butterflies.

kevin was finally done catching the butterflies. there were no sight of the butterflies too. you gave him the other empty jar then he placed all the butterflies inside quickly closing the lid.

"are these all the butterflies now?" you asked kevin but when you saw him he was already lying on the ground panting cause of how exhausted he was.

"count it y/n." he said. you shrugged then you slowly observed the butterflies counting each one of them. it seems like they were complete already.

"uhm, 20. they're all complete already." kevin mumbled a 'yes' then slowly got up from his position then stood up. "now let's give it to the grumpy card that's waiting." kevin said.

the two of you both approached towards the card then you gave the jars with butterflies like the card asked. "here are the butterflies."

the card grabbed the jars and carefully looked at the butterflies. the card looked at the surroundings to see if there was any left but there was none all thanks to kevin's help.

"okay, you can pass now." the card unlocked the black gate using the key. the gate the. opened and you and kevin quickly ran to it.

"hey! you!" you and kevin stopped when the card still called you both back in which lead you very confused.

"uhm, is there a problem?" kevin asked.

the card nodded. "yes, and that's your lazy friend right there." you were the lazy friend in question.

"what's with you complaining and slacking off? you didn't even helped your friend out." the card complained. you wanted to say something in defense but kevin grabbed your wrist running away from the card.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE!" the card yelled following the both of you.

you wondered why kevin dragged you like that. "kevin, what the hell was that for?" you wondered.

"y/n, you really wanna waste your time standing there talking to the card? it's best if we just run away already and head to the castle like we're supposed to." kevin said while he was still holding his wrist onto you.

you looked behind your back to see if the card was still following and it eventually gave up when kevin ran farther.

now that the card was nowhere to be found, kevin soon stopped running and lets go of your wrist. he stood for a while panting because he ran too fast.

"you shouldn't have ran too fast." you walked near towards kevin who was lying down on the grass again.

kevin took a big exhale out considering how tired he was. "it was for your sake. that card was about to kill you in a second." he answered.

you understood his point. "right, right." you looked around the maze and you could already see the castle's sight getting closer. that means you were almost there too.

"so where are we headed now?" you looked at kevin. he stood up from his position going back to business after taking a quick rest.

"apparently we're almost there." he said that which you knew already. "obviously."

kevin started to walk towards the maze then you followed along. "we just need to observe carefully and choose the right path-" he was stopped again by another, yet another, cards in his way.

you were guessing that these cards woild come make you do another task again. "OH COME ON, DON'T TELL ME YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO MAKE US DO ANOTHER TASK?!" you said, raising your voice at them.

"no bitch! you've already reached the end of the maze." one of the cards angrily exclaimed. the other card pulled out a key then opened the locker opening the grass gate that leads to the castle.

it opened very slowly. but when it was finally opened, you saw the castle. it was so big and very pretty. the color captured your eyes and even it's structure. everything looked so fancy and it was no ordinary castle.

"woah..." kevin gasped and you saw his eyes looking very wide when he saw the castle. the both of you stood there taking a second to admire the castle before heading off.

"it's so beautiful." you commented.

"much better than those modern castles." kevin also commented.

you observed the castle's material and noticed that it was different. "this one is different cause it's made out of marble."

then you hear a voice shouting at the both of you. "HEY!" it was one of the cards. they came walking to you and kevin's direction.

"by the way, you two seem very unfamiliar." one of the cards observed. "did the queen invited you over?" the other one asked.

you didn't know what to answer cause you were scared if they knew that you were lying. "yes. the queen invited us." kevin responded. it was obviously a lie but he's risking it anyway.

"alright, have fun dinning with the queen." the cards said as left to go back to where they stayed.

you and kevin started to walk towards the entrance of the castle. and it was another hassle too since the bridge was so long.

"oh my fucking god, it's this long?" you groaned once again and you felt so tired having to walk and run around in long areas again.

kevin looked at you, noticing that you were tired of walking. "well, do you need a hand?" he offered.

you guessed that it was going to be his infamous tight hand holding wrist again. "no, i don't like the way you hold my wrist." you said.

and that wasn't what kevin meant either. "no, not that! i'm gonna carry you while crossing the bridge." he explained.

"okay sure." it didn't matter to you if you were heavy or not so you decided to place yourself on kevin's back. he then slowly lifted you up before getting himself comfortable in carrying you.

"can you do it?" you asked kevin if he was struggling to carry you. "yes i can." he affirmed. now you were going to be on kevin's back until you've reached to the castle's gate.

it was a long walk for sure. you didn't get the concept of the queen's kingdom because the dynamics here seemed so ridiculous to you. you thought about the queen not making things bigger but that'll leave you into overthinking once again.

kevin wasn't having a hard time carrying you and he was walking fine. you knew he was that strong. he probably beat you to it.

"thanks for carrying me kevin." you said it closely to his ear.

"anytime." he responded to which gave you a smile on the face. silence then occured for the both of you. this was also a situation where there's no time for talking too.

after all this adventure, kevin liked having you around despite you annoying him all the time. and he would annoy you back obviously.

he wants to be friends with you and not just for a short period of time. but that cannot happen since kevin is apparently a dead person. it breaks his heart thinking about the disadvantages but there's nothing he can do. it'll only stay that way.

then you guys were already at a near distance to the gate. "we're almost there!" you happily exclaimed.

"yes we are." kevin said forcing his voice to sound happy. you were too busy to notice it too.

kevin then stopped when the both of you already arrived at the gate. you got out of yourself off of kevin's back then looked at the gate.

"so this is it." he said. you looked over at kevin. "should we go in now?"

"yes." he said. you took the chance to knock the gate then waited for the guards to let you in.

the gate then opened revealing guards that were infront of you and kevin. "it's the queen's visitors." one of the guards whispered. "let them in." one of them responded. the two guards then let you and kevin enter insde the castle.

"wow." you looked around the castle filled with dazzling furniture and fancy yet simple things alll around it. you can't find the perfect words to desrcibe it. probably because you were too distracted by it's beauty around it.

"kevin, isn't it so beautiful?" you asked kevin who was looking around the castle too. "damn right it is." he responded with energy onto his voice.

kevin then dragged you over to the stairs when he noticed the guards staring at you both suscipiciously. "kevin what-" he covered your mouth when he heard your voice getting too slightly loud.

"let's get going. they'll think we're intruders or something." he whispered as quietly as he can. you nodded then followed kevin upstairs to head over to the queen's dinning room.

you can hear the guards' footsteps still following you so you decided to act proper like nothing just happened. there you finally arrived at the door. kevin opened the doorknob but the guard gestured his hand away because the guard assisted to open it instead.

you can see the queen's guests all talking with each other and it was loud too because there were so many of them. you did not know which one was the queen. you assuemed it was the one sitting at the center looking bat you and kevin.

"guards." your guess was right. it was definitely the queen that sat at the center.

"yes your majesty?" they responded.

"who are those outsiders you brought here?" she asked. you felt the gaze and stares by the guests that was directed at you and kevin.

"your visistors your highness." the guard answered. the queen then stood up from her seat heading towards you and kevin.

she looked at you and kevin with a stern face looking up and down. you can hear kevin's nervous gulping and you wished that the queen didn't hear that.

"what are your names?" the queen asked.

"i'm kevin."

"and i'm y/n. the queen took a long pause to look at the both of you. she's still undecided to let you and kevin in or not.

"welcome!" she happily greeted. you and kevin both chuckled awkwardly while greeitng the queen back. the both of you then bowed after.

"i am very delighted to see the both of you, come along now. take a seat." she said while leading you to vacant chairs for you and kevin to sit on.

she then headed back to her seat after you guys found a spot. "woah, look at the food here." you gasped at the dessert that was being placed infront of you. you wanted to take a bi until kevin stopped you from it.

"y/n don't."he said.

"why?" you wondered.

"it's poisonous. the queen is planning to poison all of her visitors here." he warned. your eyes widened in shock upon hearing the reason behind it. "that's brutal."

"i know." kevin said. no wonder the guests haven't laid their hands on the food yet. either they know the queen's plan or they just don't know about it.

kevin then leaned in closer to you to whisper something. "by the way, you see that entrance there?" he pointed it so that you an see it as well. "yeah i do." you said.

"head straight to that then you'll arrive at the escape door." he told you. "well, let's go then." you suggested but kevin shook his head.

"not yet. we need to wait for the good timing." he said. "let's excuse ourselves into going the restroom." you nodded at his words.

you and kevin waited for the right timing before leaving the table. all of the guests were too busy and laughing at each other. and as for the queen? she had to join along with their conversations too.

then kevin nudged your shoulder indicating that it was time to leave. you and kevin got up from your chairs then approached the queen to be excused.

"your majesty." kevin called the queen then she turned out to look at the both of you. "yes?" she asked.

"we will be excusing ourselves to go wash our hands." kevin explained. the queen seemed to have agreed to excuse both.

"why yes!" she said. "do be quick! we will be having our feast in about a minute." she said.

you and kevin only had a minute left so the both of you slowly ran to the entrance door. thankfully the queen didn't notice too.

when you arrived at the door, kevin quickly opened the door then you went swiftly in as quick as possible. then kevin did the same afterwards.

you observed that the room was dark. kevin found a switch then the room was no longer dark. there you found the door that was just right infront of you.

"this is it." kevin said walking towards it. your hands became sweaty. you couldn't believe this was the end. this will be your last time seeing kevin too.

you went to the door then slowly opened the doorknob. as you opened the door you saw a dead end and you guessed that you were suppose to fall in it just like the hole from earlier.

"so i'm going to fall?" you asked kevin. kevin nodded. "seems like it." he wasn't sure too.

you and kevin looked at each other for a moment to say your last goodbyes. "well, i guess this is the end." you told kevin.

"it is." kevin nodded. he was trying to keep his tears in and you can't help but do the same.

"this will be my last time seeing you too." you could feel a tear strolling down in your cheeks as you said that.

"it was nice having you around y/n." kevin's face was already puffy and his eyes were about to swell in tears. you hate to leave in a condition like this. and it hurts for you to see kevin being emotional already. you can feel your heart breaking into pieces.

you then wanted to have a word before leaving. "kevin, it was nice being with you too. i've had fun. i don't get why we're being so emotional over this even though we just met. but it's the fact that this will be our last time being with each other too." you really had to be honest with you words.

kevin felt touched with you said there. he decided to give you a big hug before you decide to leave and go back to the real world. "don't forget about me y/n." he said.

"i promise." you told him. you let out a pinky finger as he did the same now wrapping it to indicate a pinky promise. then you pulled away as you were about to leave now.

kevin waved goodbye at you as you waved back mumbling a 'bye.' in your mouth.

then an idea just got into your head. "kevin, why don't you just come with me?" you asked pulling back to approach kevin again.

"y/n, are you crazy? that's not how it works." he hesitated but you were a bit too stubborn.

"just please." you dragged him over with you to the door's exit but unfortunately he pushed you over, resulting to you falling. and he still stayed in the door.

"kevin..." you went speechless. you wanted kevin to go with you so bad but he can't.

"i'm sorry..." kevin attempted to hold his tears back. he would go with you but he can't. the procedure you did won't work for him.

then he ran back to the dinning room to where the queen was. the queen already found him in the room so there were chances that she saw the door open as well.

"this stupid fucking- UGH!" you were already about to burst into tears. frustration and anger started to get on you. tears started rolling down to your cheeks as you already felt the urge to cry.

"i won't forget you kevin. i'll see you in my next dreams if possible."

you couldn't take it anymore. you should've brought kevin with you. your heart was already aching so bad at the pain. and because of that you spent the whole free-falling crying about kevin not being able to go with you.

~~

"y/n! y/n!" you can hear voices coming from eric and jacob. you even felt the tears from your eyes too and your nose was swelling.

"y/n, stop crying!" eric nudged your shoulder even more.

jacob stopped eric in what he was doing to you. "eric, y/n is having a nightmare. don't do that."

your eyes then opened seeing the sight of your two friends eric and jacob. they both looked at you in relief.

"y/n?" jacob asked. "are you okay?"

you looked at them with your eyes still filled with your tears. you covered your face wiping off your tears. eric still brushed your shoulder comforting you from crying. then you stood up to go to the place where kevin lead you to the hole.

"y/n. where are you going?" jacob asked as he followed you, then eric came along.

you looked at the bushes. it was different from your dream. you guessed that it wasn't real at all.

"y/n, what's up with you?" eric was already concerned. you were so annoyed at the worried questions they keep giving you but you didn't want to be mad at them.

"nothing. i just had a long day." you sighed.

"yeah, long day of sleeping and skipping classes again." eric said rolling his eyes while jacob scolded him to not say such things because of the condition you are at right now.

"i'll tell you guys all about it later." you decided to tell them the journey you've been experiencing. you know they won't believe it but you wanted to tell them anyway.

"let's go now." you said. jacob and eric then followed you returning back to the school.

as you were just walking, you noticed a familiar human figure right in the trees. it decided to reveal itself and it was no other than kevin. you hoped that you weren't dreaming again.

"kevin?" you mumbled in your breath but jacob and eric could still hear you. you really saw kevin in your own eyes but maybe you were just hallucinating.

"who?" eric asked in confusion. you shook your head. "nevermind." you said.

"you guys didn't saw anything right?" you asked them both. eric and jacob shook their heads. "no, we didn't." jacob responded as you nodded.

"good." you told them.

"you're acting weird today y/n." eric commented.

"eric, let y/n gather all their thoughts. they’re not in a good mood." jacob told him. jacob wrapped his arm around your neck as a sign of comforting you. eric did the same too. now they were both holding onto you. you really don't deserve jacob as your friend. and even your chaotic friend eric on the other hand.

there you guys continued to walk down the hills coming back to the school to grab your stuff then head to the park to tell them everything in your dream.

you don't know when you'll be seeing kevin again. you had doubts that he will appear in your dream too since that was the only time you got a decent dream. it was all luck.

you hope for the day that you'll see him again. whether in dreams or not, you just wanted to feel his presence again.

[morethanalittleconfused]

I accidentally wrote a 5k fanfic about incidents caused aboard the ghost by differences between species

I've been reading a lot of those old tumblr posts that are like “what if humans are actually just really, really hardy and alien species would be just completely blown away with the shit we put up with without a second thought” and it's got me thinking about the crew of the Ghost trying to get used to each other at first with three humans that are all just absolutely fucking insane, even more so than even your average human.

Rebels spoilers ahead, as well as a trigger warning for blood, vomit and general injuries

It starts with Hera and Kanan. It’s just the two of them, aboard the Ghost, and it takes some getting used to.

At first Hera is shocked by the way Kanan's body seemingly has no limits. He has never once complained about the temperature of the ghost, even when they were running low on power and Hera could feel her limbs start to get sluggish from the cold. Two weeks later he somehow managed to find his way back to the ghost after being in -2 degree Celsius weather for a half an hour with no coat on. When he walked back through the hatch with snow blowing in his loose hair and a red nose and said “it's cold as shit out there” after Hera had been panicking about losing him for the literal entire time, she had to practically scrape her jaw off of the floor. She would have been dead after a few minutes, and yet here he was, now steaming from a shower and shirtless, bitching about how the caf maker was broken.

As time went on, she learned his body did have some limits to the heat. At about 35 degrees he got irritable and short, but that was about when she started getting uncomfortably warm, too. But he would tolerate it. And more. He kept impressing her with the things he somehow managed to pull off, in conditions she would have thought would kill him. He could get knocked around far more than she thought he should be able to, and would haul himself back to the ship with a grin every time.

The way his body worked constantly surprised her. She noticed it first in how quickly he healed, and in how much he ate.

He could eat literally anything. Things she thought were poisonous for most species. He loved chocolate, and would easily eat ten times the amount that would send her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. He could withstand a ridiculous amount of alcohol, and could drink unprocessed coffee with no problem by the cup. Caf didn't seem to really affect him because his body processed it so fast. And he ate so. Much. it was ridiculous. The good thing was it didn't really seem to matter what.

Hera didn't need much food, but it had to be good. It had to count. Too much filler and she would lose strength. Her body couldn't process a lot, and if what she got wasn't exactly what she needed, her health went downhill, quick.

Kanan was not the same. He could, and would, eat anything. He didn't have any noticeable preference for plants or meat, or the quality of the food. If he could get his hands on it, he would eat it. He would eat food out of the refrigerator she would have considered to be dangerous. He put appalling amounts of random, unrelated food in a pan, cooked it, and acted like that was an acceptable thing to do. Omelets? She hated the very idea but he seemed to think they were wonderful.

And yet, for all that, they had once been stranded for over a week with only enough rations for one, and Kanan had insisted that she take the vast majority of the ration bars. She pushed back, and he then presented her with the absolutely shocking fact that humans can survive for over a month with no food. She was absolutely flabbergasted, and he took advantage of her stunned silence to press another ration into her hand, smirk at her and say, “I can take it. Trust me.”

Another thing she noticed very quickly was how fast he healed.

He could be bleeding openly one minute, and the wound seemed to close itself the next. She knew human blood had clotting factors far beyond that of nearly any other being, but it was ridiculous how fast he sealed himself up. Further into their relationship she got to see this close up when she accidentally touched some of his congealed blood on the floor of the refresher after cleaning him up. She had had to turn away and take a few deep breaths at the slimy, gelatinous texture. He had gently huffed out a laugh.

“Kinda gross huh?”

“Yeah... it's… unique.”

“I've always been kind of fascinated by the way it congeals so quickly. Handy I guess.”

Out of sheer curiosity she had run the end of a pen through the small puddle and been horrified to see that it mostly stuck together.

“It just… does that? Inside you? And that doesn't cause problems?”

“It can. If it clots when it's not supposed to. But mostly it keeps me alive.”

And it did. And though she wouldn't say it to his face, his ability to pull through seemingly anything took just one more worry off her plate. His wounds would be almost completely closed in often under a week, where she would have been dealing with bandages and salves for a month. He almost never got infections, and could keep going with seemingly incapacitating injuries.

They had once narrowly escaped a fight with a gang of imps and made it back to the ghost with almost no problems. She had a sprained ankle, so he had supported her most of the way there, and they had patched up each other's scrapes. He had needed a bit of training so he didn't just slap a bandaid on what could have been a potentially life threatening injury for her, but he did alright. It was only later, when they were sitting in the cockpit, well into hyperspace, and he had coughed suddenly, when things went sideways. She turned to see blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth, and more on his hand when he pulled it away. They both looked at it for a moment, then Hera almost blacked out as a sudden wave of adrenaline washed over her.

“Kanan you're- are you- let me make the calc- are you dying?”

“What? Oh- no I had thought I just cracked a few of my ribs but it would appear I must have broken at least one of them.”

“BROKEN? Your bone? Like in half?”

“I- yeah?”

“Chopper we need to get to the nearest med center right now. Tell them were coming. I dont care if its a fucking imperial light cruiser”

“Wait no lets not be hasty-”

“HASTY? YOU BROKE YOUR BONES KANAN”

“Okay i know it looks bad but really i'm not going to keel over and die right now. Make sure it's a safe med center and cheap too. I can wait.”

“Kanan your bones are literally broken.”

“Yeah. It's happened before and it will happen again. I've broken my arm twice. I've broken one of the bones in my lower leg. A couple toes. At least one finger. And don't even get me started on my nose. It didn't always look like this.” At that he had huffed out a small laugh, but then winced and brought a hand to his lower chest. Almost as an afterthought, he reached down and pulled up the hem of his shirt. She had started to avert her eyes at the sliver of hip he showed, but as he pulled the shirt up higher and revealed more, she felt the breath taken out of her. His skin was mottled a whole host of awful colors, angry and puffy. He coughed that wet cough again and said, “Maybe I do need a med center after all”

She was incredibly relieved when they dropped out of hyperspace and into the welcoming arms of medicine. She was less happy when Kanan was returned to her, that night no less, with only bandages around his chest and a note to “take it easy for a while” she was appalled to say the least.

His ridiculously resilient body sometimes created just as many problems as it solved, though. He got into bar fights after downing enough alcohol to kill a bantha, and got the piss kicked out of him. He ran headfirst into danger with little consideration for life or limb. He was reckless, and incredibly hotheaded, and overall behaved like a clown. She had no idea how the Jedi accepted humans into their ranks, if Jedi he was. Restraint, my ass.

His recklessness applied to food as well. He didn't really seem to mind what he ate, content with the knowledge that if it didn’t work out, he could always regurgitate it back up. Twi’leks could not vomit, like many other species. It was yet another bizarre human trait. The ability to purge substances from your body without them having to pass through your entire digestive tract and cause more issues had always seemed like a neat trick to Hera. That is, of course, until she saw it in action.

She was roused one night by a strange noise coming from the refresher, and she had padded to the door, only to find it open. Blinking in the harsh light, she saw Kanan curled on the floor, wearing no shirt. His hair was loose and hanging around his face, and he was panting heavily. She only had time to say “Kanan, what-” before he coughed and vomited into the bowl.

Her immediate reaction ricocheted from “Oh my god he's dying” to “I’m actually going to die just having to witness this” to “Oh stars he is actually dying” so fast she could barely process it. She was immediately horrified but had no idea how to help him.

“Kanan are you- do you need a medic? How- chop- CHOPPER! How do I help you? Are you hurt?”

He had turned and peered up at her with puffy eyes and a runny nose. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He tried to talk but his voice came out too rough and he had to try again. Even then it was strangely thick.

“Hera? Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Am I okay Kanan? You're in here dying for stars sake and I have no idea how to help you and where the hell is chopper-”

“Hey. hey.” He turned away for a moment and took a long breath in through his nose. “Calm down for a sec. I feel like shit so you're going to have to talk slower. Are you hurt or something?”

“Hurt? No I'm not hurt i’m just- you- you're in here- I don’t even know-”

He closed his eyes and took another long breath in through his nose.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah i’m just… trying really hard not to throw up again.”

“Oh.”

He opened his eyes again and looked up at her again.

She shifted against the door frame. “But you're… okay? This isn't life threatening?”

He huffed out a soft laugh, then seemed to immediately regret it as he dropped his head between his knees for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and tipped his head back up.

“No. I'm good, I just ate something bad at that pub. And I also probably drank a bit too much as well. But I think it was definitely the squids fault.”

“Oh. So this is… normal?”

“More so than I would like. Yes.”

“Okay so…” she took a deep breath to calm her nerves now that it was apparent he wasn't in any imminent danger. “Do you need anything? How can I help you?”

“Some tea maybe. Some crackers. Anything ginger you have. It'll work itself out with time.”

She stood in the door, unsure of what to do, wanting to help him, and watched as he drew a quick breath in and closed his eyes again.

“Hera. Tea. Now”

“Right.”

As she dashed to the kitchen she heard the sounds of retching from behind her.

  There were some strange things about humans that became interesting as their relationship developed beyond mere captain and crew. His hair, for example. At first she had thought it was appalling, the sheer volume of it. It was everywhere. But all it took was threading her hands through it a few times, and hearing the wonderful noises he made, before she quickly changed her opinion.

Related to his hair was the fact that humans seemed to enjoy a certain level of pain, which she could not understand. He would moan audibly when she tugged at his hair, which startled her the first time, in the best way. Once, when she was feeling particularly adventurous, she had dragged her sharp canines across the delicate skin of his throat, and had been surprised to find the taste of metal filling her mouth, sharp and bright. She was even more surprised at the way he had shuddered and come apart beneath her, just like that.  

Then, later, when Zeb and Sabine joined the crew, there was yet another learning curve as Hera adjusted to another human as well as a Lasat, and Zeb adjusted to Kanan and Sabine at the same time.

Sabine was just as reckless. She was a fighter too, but she didn't have the force to help her out. Hera had more than a few small heart attacks in the early days of Sabine's presence before she fully appreciated that she could take almost as much of a beating as Kanan. Sabine had once walked over a half a mile back to the ship with a broken leg, and when Hera pressed her on just how she managed to do that, Sabine had gotten quickly tired of the argument, ending it with a, “I don't know what to tell you, Hera! I didn't have any other options! I had to do it, so I did.”

Hera was used to most of Kanan's strange human quirks, but Sabine presented a new and entirely alarming one, which Hera first came in contact with on a supply run. Sabine needed a monthly supply of medical supplies. Hera knew very little about menstruation, as that was a trait entirely unique to human females. Why their biology decided that it was necessary was completely beyond Hera, it seemed incredibly inefficient. Sabine made as little fuss about it as possible, but Hera had embarrassed everyone about three months in when Sabine asked hera to go get her data pad from her room. Hera had burst back into the common room, and only then was able to identify the smell Sabine was carrying with her that had been tugging at the edges of Hera’s mind all day. Blood. She turned on Sabine with a very distressed, “Sabine are you injured? Are you sick?”

To which Sabine had responded, with a distinct note of confusion, “No? Why?”

And Hera, without thinking, had said, “There's blood all over your bed? Did you hurt yourself?”

Sabine had gaped at her for a moment, then blushed ever so slightly. “I uh- I forgot to wash my sheets after... Sorry. I forgot about that before I told you to go into my room.”

Hera still had not connected the dots and was opening her mouth to further interrogate Sabine as to why her bedsheets were covered in blood when Kanan had jumped up and said, “Hera! Let's go for a walk, yes?” and pulled her gently out of the room, but not before she heard Zeb turn to Sabine and say, “So, why were you bleeding?”

Zeb apparently hadn't had much contact with the more alarming of the humans' quirks, as he had his own room, until Ezra showed up. Then Zeb had to learn for himself just how absolutely wild human biology was for himself. He arguably had a rougher go of it, because while he had the rest of the crew to help him out, he was literally sharing a room with a teenage human.

The first time Ezra got food poisoning was just about as rough for Zeb as it was for Kanan and Hera, except it happened in Zebs room.  Ezra was mostly self-sufficient, but Zeb had come hollering down the hall. He had broken the “do not open my door without knocking” rule Hera kept firmly in place, but she couldn't even be mad at him. Hera was just glad Kanan had been in his own bed that night. She had woken to see Zeb standing in her door, his fur standing up like a spine down his back, one ear folded inside out, panting hard.

“Hera the kid- he’s- I don’t know what the fuck happened but he- I think he’s hurt- or- or something but I don’t know how to help him- it’s Ezra-”

At which point Kanan, who had been woken by Zebs racket, slid open his door wearing only his sleep pants. He took one moment to assess the situation, looked down the hall and said, “Oh, Ezra’s throwing up. Do you want me to take care of him, Hera?”

Hera sighed and got up from her bed.

“No, you get Zeb some tea or something. I've learned well enough how to hold hair back at this point.”

Zeb, still looking entirely horrified by the situation, allowed himself to be led into the galley by Kanan. Sabine poked her head out of her door, decided this crisis did not involve her, and went back to sleep.

The same situation had happened the first time Ezra had gotten a bloody nose in the middle of the night. It was the kind Hera had witnessed with Kanan, and knew firsthand how horrifying it was if one didn't know humans noses just Did That sometimes. It was a middle of the night kind of bloody nose, where Ezra had presumably woken up with blood all over his face and in his mouth and in his hair and on his sheets, and had tried to catch the blood in his hands, which was all well and good until he somehow had to get down from the top bunk and open two doors to get to the refresher. That left Zeb to wake up to a room smelling of blood, with blood on the floor, on the door panel, and a trail leading to the refresher where he found Ezra leaning over the sink which was also, conveniently, covered in blood. All it had taken was for Ezra to turn his face toward the creature standing in the door and say “Zeb?” before Zeb was hurtling down the hall in a panic, calling for Kanan to come help him because the kid was dying.

Sabine, who had been up working on a project, was the first to respond to this particular “The human is dying!” call. She took one look at Ezra, standing in his pajamas with blood on his hands and said, “That sucks,” and turned back to her room.

Hera, who was making her way down the hall to check on if Ezra really was dying this time, had the pleasure of seeing Sabine turn back and say, “If you want a tampon to stop up the bleeding, they're in the bottom left drawer.” This worked surprisingly well at stopping Ezras bloody nose, because he was blushing so hard there was no blood left for his nose. Hera turned back to comfort Zeb, telling him she had reacted the exact same way the first time Kanan had woken up with a bloody nose. She saw him come out of his panic in time to realize she had effectively confessed to sleeping with Kanan, but wisely decided not to say anything. Nothing he didn't already know.

The humans were absolutely bizarre to spend time around. They ended up installing a wall in the galley that had live plants in it, not because they needed fresh plants to eat, but because their brain chemicals got thrown off if they weren't around plants for too long.

They had empathy for everything. Hera had once witnessed Ezra cry in a market when they passed a fruit stand with a deformed Meiloorun. When Hera asked why he was crying, he had looked up at her with these huge eyes, sniffed, and said, “I just feel so bad for it! No one will buy it!” They had, of course, bought it. Kanan tried not to get attached to anything, but he apologized for bumping into inanimate objects, and Sabine got visibly sad when they had to throw out a good piece of gear because it was broken or old.

They all three loved swimming. They were awful at it, just barely flopping around on the surface, but any time they were near even relatively safe water, they were in it, having the time of their lives. Kanan had once explained to Hera that humans have an extra fun little bit of evolution called the mammalian dive reflex, which slows their heart rate and lowers their blood pressure when they are in water, making it calming and enjoyable. Hera was skeptical until she watched Ezra calmly floating down a river on his back and wished she had that, instead of feeling nothing but panic anytime she had to float in water.  

They were mimics. They could replicate a stunning array of sounds, from animals to tech. Ezra's favorite way of annoying her was to make the noises her ship made when something went wrong, just to see how much she would panic before she realized it was him. They would sing along to anything, even if it was just instruments, and Hera would never admit it, but she loved Kanan's voice.

They could sleep anywhere. One of her favorite memories was walking around Chopper Base after a particularly exhausting mission and finding the three of them, Kanan in the middle, with one kid leaning on either shoulder, asleep, leaning against a crate. They had looked so peaceful, and yet she was again surprised at them. It was far too cold for her to even consider sleeping, there were fighters landing only a few hundred meters away, people running all over, and they were snoozing with smiles on their faces, just glad to be home.

And humans would pack bond with literally anything. She had thought Kanan was bad until she met Ezra. It was ridiculous. Her father had said that she was improper for developing a fondness for a droid, but the kid formed a relationship with everything that moved. It got them out of a few tight spots, sure, but she would never get used to having to sit still as some enormous predator loomed in their faces. The sight of Ezra staring down a cat the size of the ghost on some jungle planet, the cat's fangs mere inches from his face as it huffed at him, was something she would never forget.

They were wild and hard headed and strong and made her life so much more interesting.

Early on, Kanan’s strange human ability to adapt to seemingly anything had been a momentary point of contention between the two of them, and was still something she struggled with. It took time for her to be okay with the fact that humans and Twi’leks were just built differently. But it frustrated Hera how weak she felt compared to him. It infuriated her the way he could just walk off something that would have killed her. She had always striven to be adaptable and up for anything. She was strong, and she knew it. But she felt her inadequacies sharply next to Kanan. Early in their partnership they had been in the galley repairing themselves from yet another fight, when Hera had turned to see Kanan casually sewing his own skin up with a needle. The way he could just puncture his own skin like that, with nothing more than a wince and a hiss of breath, had made her see red for a moment and she had to excuse herself to the cockpit to take a breath. They had talked about it, and he had helped her to realize that she was, of course, strong. Humans were adapted differently, so it was entirely unfair for her to be comparing them. But they could compare emotionally, and she was one of the strongest people he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. The two of them were forged in war, and had been through incredible things. She had fought prejudice and overcome so many obstacles to get to where she was, the best pilot in the resistance, without question. As he had said the last part, she heard him smirk a bit, and looked over at him, bathed in the blue light of hyperspace, to find him with a little crooked grin on his face and his hair falling down around his ears. She had felt her guarded heart open a little bit more at that, and had to turn and gaze back out at the stars before her heart opened completely to this rogue of a man.

Later, pressed against his chest in a supply closet, hiding from some stormtroopers, she would marvel at just how fast humans' hearts beat. She knew they were supposed to beat about two times faster than a twi’lek, but his seemed like it was fit to fly out of his ribcage. She found herself thinking, “Is it supposed to be doing that? Is this why he's such a hot headed idiot?” Later she would discover it did not always beat that incredibly fast, usually just a bit faster than hers. It made him ridiculously warm, and also may have contributed to why he was so quick to anything. Not rushed. Not hasty. Just quick. Quick to anger. Quick to smile. Quick to fight. Quick to laugh. Quick to love.

Maybe that was why it was such a shock when he finally reached his limit. She had gotten used to him pulling through impossible situations. She had forgotten that they had limits, just like her.

And then, years later, a glimmer of hope. Ahsoka and Sabine, travelling the galaxy over, searching for Ezra. While Kanan was gone forever, she still had a chance to get one of her boys back.

And of course, there was always Jacen. Her beautiful little boy, who was soft and sweet and yet surprisingly strong, just like his father. And Hera was comforted to know that wherever this wild galaxy would take him, he had Kanan Jarrus’ blood coursing through his veins to keep him safe.

[whumpingcrow]

Ink Poisoning - Chapter 1

Introduction

Surprise! A new story, new characters, inspired by all the lovely authors of tumblr who do BBU or WRU writing :) enjoy!!

CW: BBU and everything in relation to that, drugs/alcohol, party themes/setting, plane mention, college setting, breakup mention, tattooing/tattoo shop mentions (let me know if I missed anything!)

Nicko and Salem had never really been too close. They lived a few houses away from each other in high school, had some of the same classes, and were tied in with the same friend groups. They were friends, as much as you could be friends with someone you only hang out with cause they’re close by, but not close by any means. Salem felt a certain way about Nicko, he always had, a way that told him to keep himself a safe distance from him. Maybe it was his recklessness, the way he did awful, often mean, things seemingly on impulse, just because it popped into his head and he wanted to follow through. He was unreasonably harsh and manipulative and just attractive and charismatic enough to not suffer the repercussions.

Because of this, Salem wasn’t really entirely sure how he had ended up living with the kid in his last two years of college. Both him and Nicko had gotten into the state college and were both art majors (Nicko was in visual arts and Salem in music), so they had been around each other since they both moved into the dorms as smooth faced freshmen. Nicko was on the football team for the first year and a half, then he got kicked from the team. At that point he hadn’t spoken to Salem for a while, so he never figured out the real reason why. He heard gossip, that Nicko was caught doing drugs, that he had slept with the coach’s daughter, that he’d been fighting, but it was impossible to know if it was the truth. On one hand, Salem wouldn’t exactly be surprised if it was something like that, but on the other hand he didn’t want to believe that he was that bad. After that, he focused on his studies. Salem saw him around campus working in sketch books or on a canvas, sometimes he would show up to a class covered in paint and tired, like he’d been working on something all night. He was also doing an internship at a tattoo shop, he got paid a lot to stab people with needles, and he genuinely enjoyed it. Plus, Salem had seen some of the stuff he’d made, and he certainly had talent, even though he was sort of a dick.

During that time, freshman and sophomore year, Salem was pretty preoccupied in his own respects, so these were the only things he really knew about Nicko. Those two years had been difficult, looking back on it he was surprised he was able to pass all of his classes with what he had going on. There was a messy relationship, horrible breakup, and he used it mostly to put into his music. He wrote some of his best pieces about it, so in a way he was thankful. He was better off now, anyway.

Now, he and Nicko lived together off-campus, along with three other art majors who neither of them knew too well, but rent was cheaper with more people and they were easy enough to get along with. School was almost over, it was their last stretch of their senior year, and things were good. Salem’s future was looking promising, he’d already been speaking to different producers and composers who he’d been set up with by his teachers, as soon as he graduated he would have enough saved up to buy his own place, closer to where he would work, on his own. Life was so simple, Salem was happy and hopeful and for once, things made sense. He just had to get through winter break, then the last few grueling months would crawl by, and then he would be free.

But then winter break came and went, Salem went back north to visit his parents, and when he got back things suddenly got...complicated.

Nicko would insist over and over again to Salem that they had “talked about this!” and he tried to persuade him by saying “you said it could be cool!” every time they talked about it afterwards. Salem told him that bringing it up as a concept while they were getting drunk after midterms was not talking about it.

What happened was someone had read an article somewhere, maybe it was from a click bait thing on Instagram or a frightening news article on facebook, and had brought it up while they were all throwing back beers before they went out to their own respective parties. It was about something Salem had only heard hushed whispers about online, he wasn’t even sure how legit it was because of how rarely he heard about it: boxies. The word made him cringe every time one of them threw it out drunkenly, like it was something cute. If what Salem had heard about it was true, they were essentially criminals who were brainwashed (or trained, as they liked to call it to sound more appealing) instead of taking another sentence. Box Boys, Box Babes, they had more gross marketing names, all involving a box. Supposedly it was because they were notoriously shipped to you conveniently in a box right to your front porch, as if they were an Amazon package. Yes, living human beings stuffed inside of a box and left on your porch, just waiting to be let out so they can start doing whatever it is they’ve been retrained to do. And somehow it was all completely legal, if you did it through certain companies.

So, that’s what they’d been talking about, when Salem looked back on it, all he remembered from the conversation was something like:

“Dude, how the fuck is owning a boxie legal at all? I was just reading this article and-”

"Those are like, those servant things you order online or whatever? I've heard about those, I think."

“That’s not the point, Nicko. I’m talking about how it’s fucking crazy this is allowed.”

“I think it’s cool. I mean if it were me I’d rather get to live in a house as like...a maid or whatever than go to jail. Jail sucks. I dunno, I think it’s cool. What about you, Cobain?”

Salem hated when Nicko called him that, he’d been doing it since freshman year, when one of Salem’s songs was suddenly being passed around the school in a youtube video he’d forgotten he’d posted. Nicko told him that it was edgy, that he sounded like Kurt Cobain. That would have been fine, Salem really wouldn’t have cared, if Nicko hadn’t personally told him before how much he hated Nirvana, how the music sucked. So every time he used the nickname it was patronizing, a little stab at him.

Still, Salem merely looked up from his laptop, he was probably checking back on his flight information for going back home, maybe checking to see if his test scores were posted yet, and scowled at him. “Yeah, Picasso, I think that owning a person is super cool.” He’d been sarcastic, obviously so, and Nicko knew that.

And still, here he was, telling Salem that he’d “agreed” to getting this boxie. Salem would disagree every time, and Nicko would just roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders and he would get away with it. He was always getting away with shit, it was really starting to piss Salem off.

The day Salem got back from break it had been snowing. The drive back from the airport was stressful, it was late, Salem just wanted to go home and sleep. Going back to the town he grew up in was draining, sometimes. It reminded him of complicated times and hopelessness. He wanted to forget all about those feelings, things were going good, he could be hopeful now, and going back home made those feelings a little...muted, for a while. So he figured he’d go home, get into bed, sleep it off, and get back to being hopeful in the morning.

Only he couldn’t do that, because of course Nicko was having a party. He usually called it “having people over”, because he was trying to be an adult now and that’s what adults usually said, but when it consisted of beer pong and body shots that didn’t seem like the right term. The lawn was covered in cars, so was the driveway, so were both sides of the street directly outside. Salem had to park halfway down the block, get his suitcase and guitar, and walk down the street. To his own house. He wanted to break Nicko’s face.

When he walked into the house, the air was thick with smoke and reeked of pot and sweat and booze. The living room was mostly empty, Salem could see from the front door that almost everyone was in the kitchen playing some sort of drinking game or outside. The house was a mess, almost all the lights were off so Salem couldn’t see the full damage yet, but he could tell that he wasn’t going to like it when he did. He shuffled into the house, kicking away cups and bottles as he walked past them. Part of him wanted to just turn around and get back in his car and drive far away, never come back and never see Nicko or this shitty house again. But he had to stick to his plan, he had to play it safe here.

“Salem!” He snapped his head up, in the direction of the voice, sighing when he saw it was Nicko’s girlfriend, Aurora. Or Rory, as most people called her. She had dyed her hair a bright, shocking blue since Salem had last seen her, if he remembered correctly she had it a pale pink before. Her makeup was dark and heavy, like it usually was, making her eyes look all that more intense and striking. Except for right then, because she was very obviously high, her eyes hooded and lazy. She was sitting on the couch, a boy who looked a lot younger than her on his knees right in between her legs. He looked even more fucked up than she did, glaring hard at the floor and swaying slightly as she raked her fingers through his messy, dark hair. As Salem approached them, the kid flinched away from him and snapped his eyes up to look at him. He didn’t pay too much attention to him, too distracted by his anger. Rory had to shout over the music just a little when she started talking again. “I was wondering when you were gonna be back! How was your tri-”

“Where the fuck is Nicko?” He interrupted. His hand was tight around the handle to his guitar case, he could feel his heartbeat in his closed fist.

Rory gawked at him, then her crimson painted lips turned up into a lazy smile and she laughed. “Wow, someone’s in a mood,” she teased, “why don’t you have a drink? Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Rory. Tell me where he fucking is!”

Rory turned her attention downwards, toward the rough looking boy on the floor in front of her. Salem followed her gaze, realizing that he was now shaking, pressing his thin frame against Rory’s leg like he couldn’t get close enough. He was looking at Salem’s shoes, his face twisted up in a nervous frown. Rory instantly leaned close to him, hands on his cheeks and lips against his jaw, saying something in a real low, soft voice. She was calming him down, soothing him, Salem noticed, because he had frightened him.

Salem realized, then, how angry he sounded, shouting and cursing, and he sighed to himself. He decided he’d be better off just going to bed, putting in earplugs and waiting until the morning to deal with the problem. It’s not like he’d really be able to fight Nicko anyway, he was so much taller and he’d been on the football team and honestly Salem just wasn’t equipped for fighting. So he turned away from both of them and made his way down the hallway, to his room. He locked his door and set his things down, then he promptly stripped down to his boxers and got into bed.

The next morning, Salem was surprised to wake up to a clean, quiet house. He walked down the hallway, expecting at any second to see all of the trash pushed into a corner somewhere, he didn’t think Nicko would have cleaned up himself, unprompted. But it was clean all the way through, and he was impressed when he walked into the living room and saw Nicko, decked out in all black clothes and black boots, relaxing on the couch with his keys clutched readily in his hands, like he was leaving. He was speechless, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he approached him.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Nicko teased, tilting his head back and looking him up and down, “how was your trip?”

“Uh...good.” Salem answered, voice still gruff from sleep.

“Morning, Salem!”

He turned to see Rory standing there in fishnets and an oversized hoodie, dramatically tall heels wrapped around her ankles, making Salem wonder how she was standing straight. One time, when Nicko was busy doing an art piece or working on school work, he couldn’t remember now, she and Salem had been in the kitchen alone and Rory told him that she liked to wear tall heels because Nicko likes when she’s short and it entertains her to bother him. She said the best part of her day sometimes is irritating Nicko.

Behind Rory, standing with his head dipped downwards and his shoulders slightly hunched, was the same scared looking kid from the night before. He was allowing Rory to pull him along by his wrist, focusing on his shiny black boots, ones that he looked rather unsteady in, like he wasn’t used to tall shoes. His thin, oversized black tee shirt hung off of one boney shoulder, showcasing a few tattoos up on his collar bone and neck. They looked fresh, like they were healing. After Salem scanned the rest of his body (why was he wearing shorts and a tee shirt!? It was snowing outside!), he had healing tattoos all over, scattered every few inches. Were they all new? Salem didn’t know much about tattooing, but he didn’t think that was safe.

Salem didn’t realize he’d been staring at him, silent, until Rory cleared her throat, redirecting his attention to her. “He’s cute, huh?” She smiled, smacking her gum at him. “Nicko picked out a good one.”

“I...What?” Salem muttered.

“Our boxie,” she explained, holding his limp arm up in the air and waving it a little, making the kid flinch hard, “You were looking at him. Isn’t he precious?”

Now, he was shrinking in on himself more, looking rather embarrassed and ashamed, his face hidden mostly by his floppy hair. Salem frowned at him, then at Rory, then at Nicko, who was smiling smugly.

“You didn’t.”

Nicko laughed at him, and thus began the famous “You said it would be cool” argument. Salem was so shocked in the moment he wasn’t able to form a proper argument, so Nicko took both Rory and the boxie out the door and into the snow with him.

So that’s when things got complicated. Well, not necessarily right away, but that was the thing that kickstarted it all. It was a total snowball effect, where one bad thing happens and it just gets worse and collects more velocity and severity the longer it goes on, until it’s huge and it can’t be stopped and it flattens a poor snowboarder or a small city. Salem had to finish school, he had to start living his life and building his career, he didn’t have time to worry about huge snowball problems. That could ruin everything, all of his hard work and pain would have been pointless. All because Nicko decided to get a fucking boxie.

[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

Let it slip in the @rdrsafehaven discord about my street kid Arthur headcanon, got approval from one (1) person and then this was born (as if I hadn’t already kinda alluded to that in Monsters I’ve Met) so @danger-r-98-5 this is your fault.

Wrote this on my phone in the tumblr app so pls forgive any mistakes.

The Absence of Kindness

Arthur’s life had always been hard. This fact was no less true the day Lyle Morgan had been convicted of his crimes. He was on his own beginning with the days he sat outside the sheriff’s office awaiting his father’s demise, having no mother to turn to as he had lost her years ago. Though, it didn’t feel real until he saw him up on the wooden stand, being tried for the crime of larceny. Until that very morning his father had at least been in a cell just a brick wall away, even if the sheriff wouldn’t let him in to see him.

And he’d been scared before but never as much as he had been that morning as the offenses were read off to the crowd; robbing the bank and making off with five-hundred dollars until caught in the next town over with just over half the money remaining. They were the only crimes this town knew off and Arthur wondered if they would have hung him sooner if they knew of the men he’d killed and how the money had been spent on drink instead of food for his son. And despite the fact of all the horrible things the his father had ever done to him, no matter how many nights he had spent hiding from him when he was drunk or the mornings when he was drug from town to town, or the endless weeks spent with strangers who didn’t care for him, Arthur still feels like crying when he sees him hung. He knows his father is dead and he’s left an orphan, truly and completely alone. He understands that from that moment on he has to be a man if he’s to take care of himself, even if eleven years old is a far cry from the age of manhood.

With his father’s hat too big on his head and a couple of photos tucked into the pocket of the thin coat falling apart at the seems, he’s left to the streets of the town his father had been hung in.

Every single moment was horrible. The days were long and cruel in ways he never could have imagined. Most adults had seen him at the trial and knew he was Lyle Morgan’s child. No matter how pathetic he looked no one trusted him, they expected he’d be a thief just like his father. He didn’t want to be but their lack of pity forced him into it as he wanted nothing more than to live long enough to see the next sunrise.

The nights were almost worse. Darker and colder than he had remembered them being when his father was alive. He’d hide wherever he could from the nightlife who’d prey on easy targets like him. On the nights he was separated from the other stray children who called the town home, he’d cry and pray to the god his mother had believed in, and maybe he did once too, wishing the next day would be better, holding onto the memory of the kindness he’d been shown the day his father got too drunk and a bartender had lead him out the back to play with his dog’s puppies so he wouldn’t see when the law had shown up and thrown his father out.

Arthur didn’t know real kindness again until he was fifteen. Sure, there had been people who tossed a dollar his way or vendors who turned a blind eye when he swiped from their stalls, but it wasn’t the same as this.

He’s taller than he had been when he was eleven though still just as thin and just as frail. Except unlike then he was now more wild. He had to be. As he grew older he was more competition for the others he shared the streets with. The other kids weren’t really friends with him, they weren’t better than the skinny mutts that slept with them at night the way they fought over food and money, the older ones robbing each other blind if they had to. It was like when he turned thirteen the unspoken rule about not going after kids that young was off. So Arthur had learned how to fight, how to kick hard, how to throw a punch that counted, and how to wiggle free of the tight holds of lawmen who tried to intervene.

He’d begun to give up kindness when a sheriff promises to trial him the same as an adult when he’s cut loose from jail after one too many times. He stops trusting anyone afterward and it causes him to build up enough of a tough skin that he constantly watches his back, dark circles appearing under his eyes from light sleep from being afraid he’d be caught when he slept. He doesn’t believe in anything by then. But there’s a man and his parter in fancy clothes who won’t leave him alone until he decides to take the offer and travel with them. Even if it takes months until their kindness sets in and he realizes he can finally sleep without fear. It’s for the first time he’s not so concerned with being a man until he really is of the standard age. All because of Dutch van der Linde and Hosea Matthews make him feel safe for the first time since his mother died.

Arthur hadn’t been shown much kindness as a child and he’s reminded of that whenever he walks the streets of Saint Denis. Even if the city is much bigger than the town he’d fought to survive in, it’s a painful reminder all the same. And no matter how annoying the city’s brats are, they too serve as a reminder of where he came from. He sees them and he knows the fear that hides under the tough exterior they put up, knows that despite their height and scowling faces that they’re still scared children underneath, fighting for their lives at too young and barely making it. They may leer at him from the safety of their ally ways but as he returns the teasing with a harmless one of his own, he drops a few dollars and moves on down the street as if nothing happened. He won’t even look back to make sure they’ve gotten it, knowing that the kind of pride they hold at that age doesn’t respond well to pity. But he doesn’t have to. He knows they pick it up after he leaves when there’s more of them huddled together, young ones peaking at him expectantly with big puppy dog eyes from where they hide behind the taller ones. It’s the only time it’s not hard for him to let go of some money, even if he knows if Dutch ever found out he’d lecture him on how they need it to get out of the country and yet there he was pissing it away on street rats. Except he wasn’t, and Dutch would never know. They’d lived their lives, had grand adventures for decades, these children still had futures. Arthur would never tell anyone but he knew the fear of an orphan left to the streets and he wanted for as many of them as possible to live to be able to see as many sunrises as possible.

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wrote this last night, left it in the drafts, it is now the next afternoon and idk if i really like it that much but im just gonna post it anyway. also- kinda went rogue from my original concept in the story i linked above but really if i didn’t i would have ended up with the same idea just longer and more in depth and i would have had to go back and add it in somehow. or i would have ended up rewriting it because in that story arthur does move around as opposed to this where he doesn’t.

oh well- here it is anyway.

[creatingnikki]

Should I just leave tumblr?

Due to bullying.

2020 had been a fucked up year for most people. For me it wasn't just covid 19. In early summer I was afraid of being kicked out of my house and not having a place to stay. It was one of the most terrifying times of my life. I didn't know what to do or who to look towards for help and support. In all that life wrecking stuff I didn't respond to my friend. My dear friend Autumn. We had been friends for as long as I probably started using Tumblr.

When I reached out to her after things got sorted out a bit she decided to ghost me but before saying that I haven't been there for her. I understood one could be mad especially when they felt like a friend hadn't been there for them so I decided to give them some time to be mad at me, to argue with me, and then to get over it.

Then I had a seizure. And my life as I knew it completely changed. I didn't share this with them. I didn't want to leverage that. That's the last thing I wanted to do.

Yet, this friend decided that I was a toxic manipulator and the best is to ignore me.

If you know me, you know I'm anything but that person. I'm not an angel, I make mistakes and unintentionally hurt people too sometimes. But I realize that and I truly apologize and I try to fix things.

But not responding to a few texts while my life is completely shattering shouldn't be cause for someone to write me off. Or even of they want to, thats their choice. Fine, I was just making my peace with it. But to have their friend attack me? That's cruel and unfair and unacceptable.

I have received a lot of anon hate over the years but all of that was bearable because I knew it came from a random place. Those people didn't know me really and I didn't care about them.

But to wake up, while I'm trying to figure out therapy, seek out a second opinion from a neurologist, adjusting in my new house and trying to be a little excited about my birthday, to messages like this just absolutely broke my heart.

Nothing I have ever written on my blog has ever implicated anyone specific on tumblr. Any writer would, especially one who writes from pure emotion like me, know that when you are writing about something it's never one person or one incident or one memory. It's a jumble of multiple such that make you feel the same way.

I never went around and played the victim and told anyone about what went on between me and Autumn. But I didn't know what to do or how to process or how to not absolutely break down after seeing this in my inbox.

What this is is pure bullying. And I never expected to be a victim of that on a place like tumblr that I have always considered my safe haven.

Not replying to a friend for a few weeks when you're trying to hold your life together is not you walking out of their life. Trying to patch things up with them with carefully distanced messages like on their birthday and around Christmas so that it doesn't feel like clingy behavior or coming off too strong isn't playing mind games. It's being considerate of how they must be feeling and not wanting to impose on them.

Before this post, I haven't ever said or done anything that would paint me as the victim in relation to my friendship with Autumn. And even this isn't about that. This is about feeling attacked and bullied by chronicallykalene.

It makes me feel so helpless and weak and angry as if I'm back in high school being bullied and cyber bullied by a group of people. Only this is worse. Because this was supposed to be my safe space. My instinct and tears right now tell me I should go off tumblr. But the life wisdom that I have in me knows that isn't fair or right to me. But right now seriously I don't think I can take this. So I don't know what to do. Other than try to be okay and breathe.

Also like accusing me of sending my self "fake anons"? The only thing I can think of about that is what my parents always say. When people accuse you of such things it's probably because that's what they do.

I think what's unhealthy behavior is labeling every single person who doesn't appease to you or pisses you off as a psychological abuser and toxic person who needs help.

I do not have ten thousand anonymous blogs where I go bitch about people without them knowing it's me. But I can write whatever I want on my blog. And yet I never wrote anything implicating or abusive against someone who was supposed to be my friend.

I should stop here because I feel like I shouldn't have been the one justifying. It just baffles me because people who are supposed to be the 'kind' ones sit on a morally high horse and go around slaying people thinking that they deserve that. In this case with their words. But who doesn't know that words are the most painful.

[synthmusic91]

thoughts? kjfhlkjdfh asking bc i rb'd the original post from u a bit ago because i agreed w/ original poster but i just saw this rb of it and wanted to know what u thought. ciaran(.)tumblr(.)com /post/652413157345820673/there-is-a-genre-of-posts-thats-obsessed-with-the

well first of all i hope this isn't a bait ask. this reply really doesn't deserve the time and effort i put into refuting it, but there was a point in time when i was emotionally confused by these..."arguments", so whoever u are, anon, i hope this is helpful. i also recommend some distance - literally, "go outside and touch grass", which is a lot more difficult than it sounds, but it needs to be done. anyway, here's my "analysis":

for context, here's what the post in question said:

and the tags:

at a high level, we can see that what ciaran is saying doesn't really respond to what OP was talking about. for this reason, i'm not going to bring in much of what OP said, because it's uncontested in this context, and look at ciaran's reply. i'll try to break this up...

EDIT: i had a long-ass response here, but then i realized it was dumb because the source material is dumb. i cut out most of it, but here are the highlights.

"there is a genre of posts that’s obsessed with the notion that fandom is something much larger, more prevalent, and more able to affect the way media is processed and consumed, than it actually is in reality."

so, as we can all see on tiktok and, indeed, on the electronic lore olympus billboard that takes up a side of a literal skyscraper, fandom is no longer the niche thing that "fandom olds" make it out to be. also, we can't ignore how many (white) fandom players go on and work in the industry (cassandra clare, whoever wrote 50 shades, man idk much of anything so there's probably many more). so this comment is sort of myopic. and since this is what characterizes the rest of the reply, well...it's not great.

also don't look up lore olympus; it's basically a dd/////lg fanfic that happens to be one of the most popular series on the line webtoon app, which is rated for teens...and for $1 to the creator's patreon, you can view not sfw p*dophilic art, so. also obviously i didnt do that; there was a video essay about this. i can't find it though

"ironically but understandably, these posts are made by people who are so terminally fandom-poisoned that they ascribe phenomenal power to it, and think of it as some great evil that must be defeated (by making posts on tumblr, which is obviously a very influential thing to do)"

"fandom-poisoned" is such a nebulous term, especially since it appears to mean "has had some really significant, (in this context) bad experiences with fandom." this is, first of all, a huge assumption to make about a stranger, and second, not the own they think it is. i'm just going to link this post, and hopefully you can see how it relates.

anyway, the "making posts on tumblr is meaningless" is um...interesting, seeing as off the top of my head i can think of two very influential tumblr blogs that talk about really important issues, Gradient Lair and Red Light Politics. I don't know as much about Red Light Politics, but Gradient Lair is frequently cited by academics (not getting into academia nonsense now but... -_-). also, they sound more pissed that the original post did gain traction, but whatever. this paragraph doesn't really make sense, but nothing here does, because i wasn't given much to work with.

"...and then because these people have basically no imagination and unfailingly pick on others for their own faults, they project their own experiences on everyone they perceive as being more ‘in fandom’ than them,"

jesus christ. i'm going not say anything about the tone of this because i put too much effort into this for some rando to call me a cyberbully.

i think what they're thinking about is how there appear to be some "fandom critical" people who try to, holistically, "ruin everyone's good time" by "stirring up drama" about popular fandom artists/writers/whoever else idk. oftentimes these people will also make jokes about fandom whatever, seemingly picking on random people's interests.

however, if you look at the long history of fandom racism, fandom's normalization of p*dophilia, and even general fandom harassment, and then you look at fandom's visceral, unwarranted reaction to criticism regarding these things, you can quickly see that disillusionment towards fandom is entirely reasonable. as for the joking, well...this an oversimplification but not everyone needs to like what you like. it sounds like they just need to get over themself.

and go “You, a 27 year old queer blogger who is into [tv show/anime/movie] an embarrassing amount, are now going to be the face of Capitalism” with no self-reflection or critical thought given to how fucking cringe it is-"

so, i'm regretting putting so much effort into this because this is so fucking long and i have to analyze this nonsense...it feels like i'm back in my feminist thought class. nightmarish. but anyway, this seems to deal with- [CUT FOR LENGTH. nothing important was missed].

EDIT 2: actually here's a summary of what I had. it deserves better than to be a response to this nonsense, but first it detailed how this took 1. the op's post and 2. a comment that we don't even know if op agreed with and misinterpreted that, and threw quite a fit about this- and i hate to say this because this term is misused so often by redditors, but- strawman.

I then went on to discuss how, for example, PoC can uphold systems of white supremacy. while obviously no person of color is going to be the "face" of white supremacy, the discussion still needs to be had, especially within that group. similarly, while fandom constituents may not be the face of capitalism, there needs to be a discussion, within fandom, on how they support and are defined by capitalist (and other) systems.

it was really too good of a point to be making for this trash reply. I could go say more, but I'm still trying to stay on topic, unlike ciaran.

"to act like random people on the internet, end users with no influence over corporate decisions, are the ones personally responsible for the fact that late-stage capitalism has destroyed popular art and culture in an increasingly sordid attempt to make money."

we've been over the "no influence" bit - because in fact fans do have influence, especially since media creators are literally fans, etc etc. i'm tired of people acting like they have no power and using that as an excuse to support and perpetuate harmful, easily avoidable behavior.

also, to act like the nebulous system of late-stage capitalism is the only cause of bad media is ludicrous. first of all, someone has to make these so-called "corporate decisions", and the people making artistic decisions are, again, overwhelmingly members of "fandom." this comment is really trying to keep marvel trash and lore olympus-esque nonsense in the same atomic, indivisible category lest someone catches a whiff of nuance.

"the above post is a great example of this phenomenon because op admits freely that they only think fandom is destroying media because they have been spending more time in fandom and thus have an over-inflated sense of its importance in greater culture. posting your own Ls indeed."

i'm so tired. this person literally has 120 works on ao3 like...who is spending more time in fandom.

and the tags:

#i assure you that fandom has no bearing on my actual real life #and if it does on yours. then that is your problem #it's also a very funny problem to

now this is just egregiously tone deaf. you do not need to do more than a cursory google search to find a bottomless well of examples of fandom harassment, threats, doxxing, and violence, much of which is racially motivated. you can see why it would be bad to make fun of this. 

also the way that “fandom has no bearing on their actual real life“...120 fanfics on ao3. 120.

conclusion:

the reply clearly misinterprets of op's point, and as such, does not refute it. they responded to another issue altogether, which is that of the sanctity of their ~coping mechanism~ or whatever it is. their argument in this respect was, in my opinion, delusional and pathetic, especially given that they wrote it on someone else's unrelated post.

FINAL NOTE: i cut out lots of this because the reply went in so many different directions, so some stuff might not make sense. let me know if you have any questions.