#pog writes

[thisispoggers]

Once in a while, I’d remember @yaminobean ‘s Sassy Benjamin AU and absolutely have a blast just thinking up of scenarios like I’d imagine myself being one hell of a salesman to all Geronimos in existence, just selling the idea of having a sassy nephew to these anxious men

Does your Geronimo need help in sending emails? Don’t worry about it! A small price of getting your ear nagged off by a small mouselet for a minute and your emails will be sent to the correct people!

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Did important documents suspiciously go missing whenever there is a newly hired mouse in the gazette? No big deal! This little guy could track down the new hire and confront them!

Did your Geronimo get kidnapped yet again? No problem! This model is installed with a BenPad containing an x-ray so he can find your Geronimo in no time at all!

Does your interviewee seem a bit suspicious in answering your questions? Don’t worry your whiskers away, this model has a penchant for smelling out bullshit so your questions will be answered as honest as possible! (Warning: This model is not well-trained in the art of staying quiet and polite, proceed interview with caution)

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Our company is not liable when it comes to the mental and physical damage your Benjamin causes, please follow the safety instructions carefully!

[spotaus]

Mm, hello to Bug!!! He's like if Error started off as Swap, but not <3

[mblue-art]

"…what are you staring at?" out comes the muffled question, soft and warm, like the half-eaten sesame ball lightly squished between their fingers. golden eyes flicker down for just a second at the treat, reminding him of their cheeks earlier when they were stuffed full as they chowed down on fried rice. his smile stretches wider. it's that same, lovely grin that never fails to make their heart flutter. "you," (adorable you), "of course. what, i can't lovingly stare at and appreciate my cute, cute partner?" a wobbly smile is followed by a puff of breath and the bloom of red on their cheeks. "whatever…" his grin stays.

[nomsfaultau]

It was at that moment five years later, Phil knew, he’d m̸̺̀u̸̞͔̙͘f̶̣̘̒f̴̠̱̂͊̚î̴͕̯͋n̵͍̳̝̊̽ed up.

[djevelbl]

That's. That's a sentence. That's definitely a suggestion that you're making there, autocorrect

[returnofahsoka]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62505064

refracted light - by delightwrites

"It's easy to forget where their body ends and the rest of the world begins, as if they don't quite fit in it yet. And it's deceivingly easy to forget where the edge of the bunk they share with Gwyn on the Infinity is and where the rest of the room starts and Zero remembers this only when they're falling, the pull of gravity much stronger than their still sluggish reflexes.

They fall, not on the hard floor between their bunk and Rok's, but landing on something soft instead. Something soft that groans and kicks them in the shin."

-

an exploration of Zero's brief corporeal existence in season 2 and of trying to find yourself

of course i write about prodigy again....

reblogs and replies are lifesavers!

[arts-and-drafts]

Someone New (Miraculous Ladybug)

Or; Adrien Agreste Does Drag (The Complete Novelization). I am just in love with Fem!Catwalker AUs I couldn't resist

AO3 LINK

-

Adrien groaned audibly and dropped his head in his hands after looking in the mirror to see Chat Noir for the thirteenth time.

"Claws in," he moped.

"This isn't working." Adrien complained, as soon as Plagg rematerialized. His kwami rolled his eyes and floated over to his desk to pick up another rancid slice of cheese.

"Just try harder, kid!" Plagg replied, oh-so-helpfully. "Really feel the role! Aren't you supposed to be an actor?"

"I'm a model," Adrien grumbled the correction, with no real bite behind it. Plagg made a flippant 'same-difference' gesture with his paw, his mouth full of camembert. He must've realized how genuinely upset Adrien was right now, because usually the kwami would talk with his mouth full, regardless of how much Adrien hated it.

Well, it was nice to know at least someone was taking his feelings into account.

Adrien shook the thought from his head. It was his own fault he had to be doing this, right now, trying to find a way to be someone he wasn't just to be Ladybug's partner again.

He couldn't pin his bitterness on her. He'd known how she felt for a long, long time.

’I'm sorry, mon chaton...there's someone else.’

Adrien locked eyes with his reflection. It looked sad.

"Alright-" Plagg announced, making a show of cracking his back and neck as he floated back over to Adrien. "Ready for round fourteen?" The kwami asked cheekily.

Adrien rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the mirror, scrutinizing the reflection looking back at him. What wasn't he getting? Something was missing, something he needed, but he couldn't begin to figure it out.

Feel the role.

But he was trying, and it wasn't working.

"Hey, what'd the mirror do to you?" Plagg asked, pulling Adrien from his thoughts. He turned to his kwami, hoping his despair was clear on his face.

"Aw, come on, Adrien, it's really not that hard!" Plagg said, flying around to Adrien's other side and turning his chin to look back at the mirror. "Maybe don't think of it like acting. Think of it like...wearing the scent of a new cheese!"

Adrien couldn't help but scoff, a traitorous smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Plagg continued on, undeterred.

"You're not trying to say you hate cheese." Plagg said. "You're just expressing another cheese that you like!"

Adrien blinked.

Somehow, this time, Plagg's cheese metaphor made sense to him.

"I'm still me." Adrien said slowly. "I just...need to be a different part of me."

Plagg made a delighted noise. "Finally! I get through to you! About time you started listening to my genius."

That got Adrien to actually laugh, and he turned to his kwami.

"Alright. Let's try again."

Plagg nodded, and floated up to eye level, looking at Adrien with confidence. Confidence in him. Confident that Adrien could do this.

How could Adrien have ever thought that giving him up was the right thing to do?

"I'm...sorry, by the way." Adrien admitted, looking his kwami in the eyes. "I didn't consider how backing out of being Chat Noir would make you feel."

"Pshh." Plagg waved his paw in the air fervently, like he was swatting a bug. "Enough of that mushy stuff. I have my favorite kitten back, and that's all that matters."

Adrien smiled so wide his cheeks hurt.

"Plagg, claws out!"

-

Adrien couldn't sleep.

He'd tried and failed to transform into someone new over and over after his and Plagg's "heart-to-heart", despite the advice his kwami gave him. He just couldn't see himself being anything other than what he was. Chat Noir.

Sometimes, being Chat Noir felt even more right than being Adrien Agreste.

Most times.

Adrien groaned and pressed his pillow over his face.

Maybe it would be better to just go back to Ladybug as himself. Apologize, and ask to be let back on her team. On their team.

Jealousy, hot and guilty, clenched in his gut at the thought. He'd do anything for his lady and her love, but he wasn't willing to resort to crawling back to her like a street cat, desperate for a home.

He was better than that. Or at the very least, he was more stubborn than that.

"What's eatin' ya, kid?" Plagg asked, curled up on his own little section of Adrien's pillow, his eyes softly glowing green in the dark. Adrien lifted the pillow from his face to cut a glare at his kwami.

"Geez, I was just asking." Plagg replied, his brow furrowing. "Are you really that caught up on the transformation thing?"

"Of course I am, Plagg!" Adrien cried, throwing his arms up hopelessly. "This is the only way I can be with my lady again and I can't get it right!"

Plagg made a gagging sound, which did not help Adrien's mood.

"I'll never understand how mortals are obsessed with anything other than cheese." Plagg sighed wearily, and then floated upwards off the pillow. "Okay, kid, let's go."

"Go where?" Adrien asked, his bad mood faltering a bit.

Plagg zipped over to the window. "To somewhere that will really help you transform. In any way you want."

Adrien squinted suspiciously, but sat up in bed all the same. "...What place can do that?”

-

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Adrien seethed, mortified, his face flushed and hot as he stared up at the neon sign that Plagg had led him to.

"What?" Plagg said, smugness in his tone as he poked his head out of Adrien's coat pocket. "There's no better place in Paris to find such masters of natural transformation. And you have superpowers at your disposal, too!"

"No better place than a drag bar?!" Adrien asked, his voice shrill as it could get with him still whispering. Plagg narrowed his eyes.

"Don't you dare talk bad about drag bars! One of my past holders got his start in one, you know!" Plagg reprimanded, sounding unusually serious. Adrien stammered.

"I don't—Plagg, I don't care that it's a drag bar!" Adrien tried to say. "I just—what if anyone sees Adrien Agreste lurking around a place like this! My father would-"

"Calm down, Adrien, sweet brie!" Plagg rolled his eyes. "I'm not asking Adrien Agreste to go in there."

Adrien went quiet as the wheels turned in his head.

"Wh—Chat Noir?!" Adrien balked. Plagg stared at him deadpan, like he was stupid. "No, obviously I mean Hawkmoth. Of course Chat Noir!"

"That's not even legal! I'm not eighteen yet!" Adrien tried to argue, though he was pretty certain nobody would question Chat Noir's age. Plagg scoffed.

"Your human lives are so short." Plagg complained. "Why would you wait for anything when every moment is so important? I'll never understand it."

"Claws out." Adrien commanded instead of answering, closing his eyes as the magic washed over him. He didn't want to risk another second being here as Adrien Agreste, even with his coat hood up.

No sooner did he open his eyes as Chat Noir, his paranoia was rewarded.

"Hey, kid, you okay?"

And Adrien turned to see the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

She was tall, with a wig that added two feet to her height, clad in a flattering hot pink skin-tight dress. What looked like a coat entirely made of baby pink feathers was draped over her, to combat the cold.

The most striking thing was her face. She was wearing lots of makeup, not just to look pretty but to also stand out, every stroke of eyeliner and every brush of lipstick and every pad of foundation expertly placed to accent her handsome features in all the boldest ways. 

A drag queen. Adrien had never met one before.

Is this what being starstruck was like?

"Not the well-mannered type, are we?" The queen teased, and Adrien quickly snapped his mouth shut, his face going scarlet. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Easy, honey. I'm only kidding." The queen stood back to her full height from where she bent slightly to address him, and Adrien had to crane his neck to look her in the eye.

"What's Chat Noir doing around here?" The queen asked, and Adrien knew she wasn't being accusatory, but his heart rate picked up anyway.

"I—a friend told me—" Adrien stammered. "I-"

"You're here for the show?" The queen guided his question gently, and Adrien tried to get a hold of himself.

"Um...I-I don't know." He said, deciding to be honest. "I wanted to see how your...makeup is done?"

Blessedly, the queen's eyes lit up.

"Oh, of course!" She said, smiling. "We love teaching the next generation. It's not often we meet a lot of younger ones interested nowadays."

Oh. She thought Adrien meant he wanted to see the makeup to do it himself.

Though...isn't that why Plagg brought him here?

"It's just—really impressive," Adrien tried to pull off his regular superhero charm, and it wasn't a lie. He'd been around makeup his whole life, people all around him powdering and painting him to make sure he was the epitome of perfect before a shoot.

But this, this was...something truly incredible. This queen wasn't using makeup to cover her imperfections. She was using it as an identity, as much of a mask as his was when he transformed into Chat Noir. 

Something clicked in his head all at once.

"That's sweet of you, honey." The queen brought him back to reality with a smile. "I'd love to tell you how it's done, but I go on in five." She said, turning away from him to shuffle through her bright pink clutch she procured from her feather coat.

"But," she continued, and held out a card to him with a smile. "I have a backstage VIP class on how I apply my look, and a behind-the-scenes tour. Just give my manager a call."

Adrien took the card, glancing a look at it. In swirling purple letters were the words 'FELICITY VALENTINE', followed by a phone number.

"Felicity?" Adrien looked up, and the queen flipped her hair. "The one and only," she confirmed with a wink.

"And, hey." She said, her voice turning gentle. "Take it at your own pace, okay? No pressure."

"Thank you," Adrien replied, startled by her sudden change.

Felicity Valentine smiled at him, waved her acrylic-nail accessorized fingers, and with a swish of her feather coat, disappeared into the bar, her only goodbye being a call over her shoulder. "Ciao, whiskers!"

Leaving Adrien dumbly standing with a business card in hand, staring at the doors of the building.

He oddly felt that her words of encouragement weren't just talking about giving her a call.

-

Back in his bedroom, Adrien laid flat on his back on his couch and stared at the ceiling. It was well past 2:00 AM now, but he wasn't tired in the slightest.

A weird buzzing had overcome his chest after he got home. Something like giddiness, but much more tinged with nervousness instead of excitement.

He couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

Something about the way Felicity looked at him. Like...she knew something. Something that he didn't know himself.

Her words continued to rotate in Adrien’s mind until they didn’t sound like words anymore. 

’Take it at your own pace. No pressure.’

He thought about how Plagg compared drag to being a mask, a new identity.

Adrien sharply sat up, fueled with new determination. He quickly went to the mirror and flicked on the overhead light, his kwami uttering a sleepy mumble.

“Kid…? Wha’ are you doin’?” Plagg yawned, exposing his tiny needle-like teeth.

“I’m gonna try again.” Adrien replied, staring his reflection in the eyes.

“Can’t it wait til’ the morning?” Plagg grumped, but floated up from his little pillow despite his complaining.

“Claws out,” Adrien replied, and Plagg’s sleepy yelp was lost in the transformation.

Adrien opened his eyes, and saw-

Someone new.

He gasped, raising a hand to his masked face. His clawed gloves had been replaced with fingerless leather, the tips of his fingers now adorned with neon green acrylic nails sharp as claws. His mask was much more angular and lined in bright green, much more akin to a masquerade mask. His cat-like eyes were complimented by long, neon green eyelashes in the corners of his eyelids. His cheekbones now looked sharp as knives, the magic of the transformation having worked actual magic with his makeup and foundation.

His lips were painted black, though outlined with that same striking green. His blond hair still kept that short and shaggy look from Chat Noir’s persona, but it looked like a blown out perm that was now longer in the back, of course all pulled together by signature cat ears.

His suit was still the same skintight leather-like material, but it was now complemented by green line patterns starting at his wrists and ankles and climbing up to his knees and elbows, mimicking a fishnet texture. His boots had become platform heels with green soles, seamlessly blending with his suit. His belt-tail was now that same neon green, which hugged his waist flatteringly and pulled the eye to his figure.

Adrien uttered an awed laugh, turning to look at his—her—reflection over her shoulder and striking a pose.

“Me-ow.”

-

Adrien set off the next morning, after snatching a few hours of sleep that finally came after taking a liberal amount of photos in the mirror of the new and improved Chat Noir.

No, wait, he couldn’t be Chat Noir anymore. What would this—well, drag persona of himself be called?

Adrien chewed on the question as the “new” Black Cat Miraculous holder deftly leapt over rooftops in search of her lady.

She spotted (ha) red and black while flying over the Louvre, and redirected her course to land in front of Ladybug.

Ladybug gasped, stepping back with wide eyes. “O-oh, Plagg did it…”

Adrien fought to not smile. His plan worked perfectly, if he could even fool his beloved lady into thinking he was someone else.

Instead, she crossed one platform-heeled foot behind the other and curtsied with an imaginary skirt, her eyes on Ladybug.

“Ladybug,” She said, emulating Felicity Valentine’s confidence. “Your new Black Cat is here, upon request,” She winked, and Ladybug went as red as her suit.

“I-I can that see—I-I mean! I can see that,” Ladybug stammered, her eyes wide. “What—what should I call you?”

Adrien paused, thinking about it. Thinking about Felicity, how she effortlessly strutted like she owned every step, out to perform for another night.

“Catwalker,” She decided, unable to resist.

[thisispoggers]

Ngl is it just me or would TV!Geronimo be absolutely rejoicing over the fact he’d be hanging out with sweet little 9-year-old Ben again?

Imagine just how quick he switches up whenever he comes to the frame like

TV!Geronimo: What in the absolute hell were you rats doing? I left for one day to interview in another state AND THE ENTIRE GAZETTE IS ON LOCKDOWN?!

Book!Thea: I don’t even know what the police were thinking, Gerry! All I was doing was doing my usual rounds in my motorbike in the room-

TV!Geronimo: WHO THE HELL WOULD BE RIDING THEIR MOTORBIKE IN A GODDAMN ROOM ON THE TOP FLOOR?! LET ME RIDE IT FOR ONCE BECAUSE I’M GONNA-

*Book!Benjamin enters*

TV!Geronimo: Benjamin! So how is school? Have you eaten yet? We can go down and buy some lunch if you want

Book!Benjamin: *absolutely oblivious* Yay!

Like I bet TV!Geronimo is just an absolute softie for him after having to grow a spine of titanium in just the show alone and neither Trap nor Thea will get to have their time in teaching him anything cuz let’s be honest.

We don’t want Shattered Pacifist actually happening lmao and TV!Geronimo makes sure of that

Also on TV!Ben and Book!Geronimo I can only summarise it like

Suspicious Rodent: Hey cute kid-

TV!Ben: *starts growling and snapping*

Suspicious Rodent: *screeching* GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH

Book!Geronimo: oh he don’t bite

Suspicious Rodent: YES HE DO GET IT OFF-

Anyways Book!Geronimo essentially got a rabid guard dog cuz no matter how sweet TV!Ben is, he’s a middle schooler and it is a toss up on whether or not he’s gonna roast the shit out of you or bite you

Anyways I love the possibilities lmao

Imagine swapping book!Geronimo and show!Geronimo's places..

THINK OF THE POSSIBILITIES

[shinakazami1]

Man,,, I played a bit of Borderlands 3 and I gotta say. ZanexRhys. I get it. I finally get it

[thisispoggers]

What do you imagine a Geronimo Stilton Pirate AU to be like?

Soda you are about to awaken the AC Black Flag Whore inside me

The ship’s name would likely be The Rodent’s Voyage lol a little something from its original source

In true fashion, Geronimo is the unwilling captain of a ship lmaoooo but id say that Geronimo is gonna be hella different than usual since he is gonna be raised as a pirate

Pirates in history is known for catching navy ships and looting them so G would be a lot more aggressive compared to his other counterparts which is a saying something lmao

G would have to be really ruthless, strategic and has great fighting skills just to be able to lead a gang of pirates but that doesn’t mean that G has to be like hella rude (tho he has to be hella loud lol)

Which can be in their favour cuz if he can speak the gentleman’s language then he will be able to gain a whole lot of allies despite being a criminal of the sea

But while he is bound by contract on land, that doesn’t mean he is bound by contract at sea because it can be a lot easier to hide crimes at sea cuz many people in the old days are unable to swim (unless you’re a pirate or work on the water)

While Geronimo might be a pirate, he always is true to his promise because for him “a true man keeps his words” which is hella rare for pirates at the time so his crew would definitely be hired for a whole lot of dirty work by corrupted officials that doesn’t care how the work is done as long as it is on the down low and done quickly so he definitely has a lot of favours he can ask to be able to get out of certain situations

Of course G would not be trusting any of his allies with his life nor any of his family’s life so he always carries a weapon on him in case they try anything cuz he might be the only pirate captain working for anyone with money, he is still a pirate so if he gets caught or arrested, he will be shot on the spot

Anyways to the family!

Peepaw would definitely be retired but as he was the previous captain, he would definitely be the boatswain of the ship, essentially he is the manager of everything on the ship so he is always checking in on the ship’s condition, supplies, crew and most importantly Geronimo (the other option for him is that he retires somewhere nice and secluded but that’s boring I need Peepaw screaming at the crew)

Thea is gonna be the Helmsman of the ship as well as being the Sailing Master as she is great with navigation as well as finding new places to check out and loot from plus she is the best fighter of the entire crew, she essentially drives the ship as well as set the crew in the course that she agrees upon with Captain Geronimo

Trap is the cook no explanations needed screw this guy

Fine he is also the Master Gunner, he just maintains the ship’s weapons

Benjamin is most definitely and irrevocably gonna be somewhere else that is not the ship cuz as much as the family would like to be close to the little man, they ultimately will not want him anywhere in harm’s way so they got someone else raising him in a far away but safe location away from the pirate’s enemies cuz they will not take any chances that he would get hurt or worse

I think most of the family’s riches are concealed away from the rest of the world in the safest location and that location would be some type of mansion or villa they built in an extremely secluded but safe location known only by Peepaw, Thea and Geronimo in which there is a secret room where the money is in gold and precious items like gold swords, crowns and the likes (Trap is not to be trusted screw him)

This is also gonna be the place Benjamin will be living in and raised to not be a pirate by Aunt Sweetfur and eventually Professor Von Volt

Prof Volt probs got trusted because he is indebted to Peepaw or something like he grew up poor and he got what it takes for a medical degree and Peepaw pays for it or something and that’s why he is loyal idk

Which can also open up to some kind of storyline that Benjamin is now a grown young man and wants to learn about his family’s history only to figure out that his estranged family members were a bunch of pirates which can be a cool story or something

[piepiepiemag]

Lighthouse

Golden Gear Midas (Fortnite) x Young(er)!Montague (Fortnite)

Summary: midas's already terrible night gets a little more hectic as a half dead man stumbles onto his doorstep

Tags from AO3: Hurt/Comfort, Touch Starved Montague (Fortnite) , Midague, Proofread (fr this time), Trans Male Character, Trans Montague (Fortnite), Trans Midas (Fortnite), T4T Midague Real,

this one goes out to my best duo, they planted this idea in my head in a random match and i just had to write it. the golden gear midas x pathetic lil guy monty cinematic universe is ever expanding in our heads sgbkjgh

The stars were barely visible that night, a large portion of them covered by the rain clouds above. The half moon peeked out from behind them, as if it was observing his work, illuminating the hidden parts of the porch that were not lit up by the single yellowish light above.

Midas was busy checking his bike for any malfunctions before going on a ride, thoughts switched off, methodically working his way through it. He was quite reckless in most scenarios, but he took road safety very seriously. His golden hands glided over the parts one by one, eyes focusing on them the whole time, until disaster struck.

He pulled back his hands immediately, but it was too late, the bolts and plates under his fingers started glowing and taking on the signature colour of his hands.

He cursed in frustration.

The golden touch was quite convenient, now that he escaped the grasp of his parents and had to survive on his own. Anything he touched turned to a 24 karat work of art, ready to be sold. It was easy to get by like this, he was on top of the world without even needing to do anything. But it was all the more inconvenient in every other situation. His control of it was weak, and most days even if he concentrated on suppressing it with all his power accidents like this would happen frequently.

That skeleton ghost thing was right. It was a curse. He was just too stupid and arrogant to admit it. And now he wasn’t in control again.. The same as it used to be. Dangling by yet another string like a puppet, pretending he was enjoying it so he wouldn’t have to face reality.

It was pissing him off.

He pressed the light switch a lot harder than he needed to, igniting all of the porch lights. This was going to take a while. He huffed and puffed about it a little before turning on his heel and heading in for his toolbox and the replacement parts he kept around.

Somewhere in the distance a young man took his last breath.

Despite all odds he still kept on stumbling forward, pulling himself along the road, leaving a bloody trail behind.

He died that night, in the middle of nowhere with no one to see or mourn him, and yet his body kept on going, his encrusted heart pumping blood through his veins just like it was supposed to.

The blood coating his chest and arms began to slowly crystallize, his bullet wounds closing up, the cells in his body regenerating at an inhuman pace.

The relic he stole managed to save his life, but it was at a cost. His heart no longer belonged to him, he became the plaything of some ancient power he didn’t even know of.

But in that moment none of that mattered, all he could see through his still undamaged eye was the darkness of the night, and a faint light in the distance, guiding him to a perceived safety.

He had no idea where he was, nor how long he had been walking. Time and space blurred around him and the only thing keeping him conscious was the overwhelming pain and the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears. All he could do was follow the guiding light in the distance, hoping to find salvation by the end of it.

A soft prayer left his lips, to a God he didn’t even believe in.

It’s been over an hour since Midas began replacing the parts of his baby, growing more and more frustrated in the process, his headphones blasting music loud enough to override all of his thoughts.

The more he tried to fix it, the more parts he was turning gold in the process, his heightening emotions not helping in the slightest. At that point he was ready to call it a night, fully giving up on going for a ride.

He began to pack his toolbox, absentmindedly bobbing his head to the cacophony of instruments blaring in his ear. Upon finishing and looking up he almost fell backwards, a loud yelp escaping him.

What laid a few meters from him, barely lit up by the lights was a shell of a man, covered in grime and dried blood. At first he wasn’t even sure if the person was alive, or how long they’ve been there.

“Who-“ -he spoke up, pulling off his headset and stepping closer to the person before being interrupted by what sounded like a death rattle coming from below.

“…hel.. help…. me…please…”

The person raised his head as he forced the words out, the realization of who it was hitting Midas like a truck.

He knew this guy.

This was the man who broke into his house about a month ago, somehow managing to avoid all the security cameras, only getting caught when he woke up to get some water and walked in on him.

Midas was far too sleepy to even comprehend what was happening as the robber pulled a gun on him, saying something in a language he didn’t understand, before jumping out the living room window, taking his Xbox with him and flipping him off in the process.

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He’s been told by others that it was stupid to get angry about something like this when he could afford an infinite amount of consoles, but it was more about his personal space being violated.

The robber was very distinguishable, his dyed platinum bangs and mismatched eyes making him stand out from any crowd. And to think that he was now in front of him, in such a pathetic state.. Midas couldn’t help but take pity on him, even after all of that.

“I- I have a medkit inside! Let me just..” - he stuttered, still under shock. He reached his hands out towards the man, trying to get a good grip under his arms to pull him up.

Thankfully Midas was strong enough to manage to struggle him into the house. He carefully laid him down on the living room couch and ran to the kitchen to get the medical supplies.

The plan was to do first aid on him then call the ambulance, maybe the police as well. He was the one who robbed his house after all, but Midas was too busy trying to save his life to care about that.

He hurried back to the living room, looking over the man in front of him. He was unconscious, but still breathing. The blood on his clothes was shimmering in a strange way, the light bouncing off of it with each shallow breath he took. Midas reached his hand out to touch it in curiosity, the sharp red shards falling off of his clothes like small diamonds. He was utterly confused, but he began unbuttoning his shirt.

What he saw underneath surprised him even more, the sight of a very familiar piece of clothing making his stomach twist. There was no way he could struggle that off of him.

Midas reached for the pair of scissors in the medkit, apologizing profusely under his breath as he began to cut the fabric from his stomach, up till his collarbone. Guilt laced thoughts were racing through his head at the speed of light. He could buy him a new one, maybe even ten pairs if needed. He could even give him his old one for the time being.. Anything to make up for it..

Once it was off he could finally observe the damage. Three bullet wounds were visible on his chest and torso, all hitting vital spots below all the crystallized blood, but against all odds, they seemed halfway healed already. Most worrying of all was the huge circular wound right above his heart, a few thick gashes leading out of it in all directions, reminding him of a child’s drawing of the sun. It too stopped bleeding, and seemed to have begun healing, but it looked terrible nonetheless.

Midas reached for the compress and bandages, before attempting to wipe all the shards off of his chest. When that was done he got to work, trying his best to recall all the things he learned in his first aid training. He needed to focus. Turning anything to gold now would mean possibly losing him, and he wasn’t willing to do that.

Despite his memory being fuzzy from the stress he did a pretty good job. When no more blood was seeping through the bandages he finally stopped, resting his hands on his knees and sighing deeply.

Just what the hell happened to this guy?

As he mused to himself about the possibilities he noticed a strange light emanating from the pocket of the man’s pants. Curiosity took the better of him and he reached for it, pulling out a large crystal the size of his hand, also coated in blood.

The more he looked at it the more ominous it felt, the red colour seeping into its depths, the light inside of it fading and shining ever so slightly until the realization hit him.

It was almost like a heartbeat.

Midas swiped his finger over the side of the gem, attempting to see if he could wipe the red taint off of it, when suddenly the man next to of him lunged forward, grabbing onto his arms desperately.

Midas almost screamed out in surprise, his chest heaving as he came face to face with his robber, his eyes almost having a crazed look to them.

They just stared at each other for a few seconds before Midas finally let go of the gem, letting it fall onto the other man’s lap. That seemed to have calmed him a little and he let go of his arms soon after.

The man looked down onto his half bare chest, tracing the bandages with his fingers, like he was almost unwilling to believe that they were there. Like he couldn’t believe that someone saved him.

“..merci…mille fois..” - he muttered softly before he could feel his power leaving his body once more, silently leaning forward and resting his head on Midas’s chest before dozing off.

Midas was in shock, raising his hands up defensively, unsure of what to do. The guy was knocked out cold and while he could wake him up, he was still unwell and needed to rest. He could try to wiggle his way out from under him, but he decided against it, taking off his jacked and laying it on the man’s back in an attempt to keep him somewhat warm.

Maybe this was a sign for him to sleep early. He rested his back against the couch and laid down, feeling somewhat warm and comfy with the guy laying on his chest and all. It was weird. But he didn’t hate it.

He closed his eyes, attempting to get some rest himself, only realizing that he didn’t bring Jewels back from the driveway as he drifted off. He hoped no one would steal her..

The next morning came a lot faster than anticipated, the warm rays of the sun creeping in through the blinds and slowly pulling Midas out of his sleep.

He looked around in confusion, only to see that he was alone, the evidence of what happened last night still scattered around him, reaffirming in him that it wasn’t just a dream.

He pulled himself up front he couch and began his day as usual, groggily forcing himself from one room to the other all the while thinking about his mysterious visitor.

If wasn’t until late in the afternoon that he heard a knock on the door, walking up to it, unaware of who it could be.

Once he opened the door it all clicked, it was the man from yesterday, still looking pretty worn out, the crystal now hanging from his neck in a makeshift necklace, it’s colour having faded to be off white with a slight pinkish tint. In his hand he was clutching Midas’s Xbox, like some form of a peace offering.

They looked at each other, exchanging some puzzled expressions before the man reached the console out to him and spoke up.

“Thank you for sa- just.. i’m sorry for stealing this..” - he looked almost embarrassed, an unusual expression compared to the cocky grin he sported on their first meeting.

Midas reached out to take it away from him, having to turn his body slightly to get it. The man’s depth precession was completely off, something he himself got somewhat used to at this point. His best guess was that it had to do something with the fresh cuts across his blue eye, red blotches being visible on his sclera as he moved his eyes around.

“Can you like.. see well?” - midas asked hesitantly. the man lowered his head, not wanting to look him in the eyes upon being caught red handed.

“Not really but..” - he trailed off. Based on his clothing and appearance he must have been homeless as well, or at least not having the best living situation. The gears turned in Midas’s head, he should just take his Xbox and let this guy leave, call the police on him and never see him again.

But when he looked into those soft, sad eyes he could almost feel his heart ache.

“Do you at least have somewhere to stay?” - he asked. In place of an answer the man just lowered his head even further, to the point that Midas could barely see his face. He tried again. - “If you don’t, you can just.. crash here for a bit. ‘Til you’re healed up. Oh and-“

Midas turned on his heel, running into the house and grabbing something before coming back.

“Really sorry about your binder, but I’ll get you a new one! As many as you want!” - he raised the clothing in his hand, it was quite expensive looking even at once glance. - “You can use this for now! Please? I’m rea-“

“Thank you.”

“Yeah no problem dude!”- midas laughed a little, relieved to have solved things as best as he could. - “Your name is?”

“It’s Montague.” - the man in front of him smiled softly as Midas turned around with his console under his arm and motioned for him to follow. He took quiet steps around the small building, following Midas almost like a lost puppy.

Midas kept thinking about if he made the right decision, in the end settling on a strong maybe. Living alone wasn’t the worst, but he kinda looked forward to having a roommate.

[faequinn]

these are progress pics of my blogs so far

[nomsfaultau]

SCP Tommy: I was so caught up in the euphoria of talking to a human being who doesn’t want to murder me that for like a minute I lived in a world where getting arrested for shoplifting doesn’t exist.

[brobotsbro]

Me: cringe culture is dead! Like what you like, write about your blorbos who cares if it's self indulgent or bad or whatever!

Me: unless it's me. I can't let anyone know I Feel

[griseldabanks]

This came up in conversation yesterday, and now I'm really curious.

[poguniversity]

shaking my head before i post about dennis murdoc so everyone understands that i think macgyver 2016 fucking sucks