#ready for some angst?

[amalia-uwu]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: DuckTales (Cartoon 2017), Legend of the Three Caballeros (Cartoon) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bentina Beakley & Della Duck & Donald Duck & Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck & Huey Duck & Louie Duck & Webby Vanderquack, Scrooge McDuck & Everyone, Donald Duck & Scrooge McDuck, Dewey Duck & Donald Duck & Huey Duck & Louie Duck & Webby Vanderquack, José Carioca & Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca & Donald Duck & Panchito Pistoles Characters: Scrooge McDuck, Huey Duck (Disney), Dewey Duck (Disney), Louie Duck (Disney), Launchpad McQuack, Webby Vanderquack, Bentina Beakley, Della Duck (Disney), Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, Magica de Spell (Disney), Original Characters, Xandra (Disney), Selene (Disney: DuckTales) Additional Tags: Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, It's been like 4 years since I wrote this 🥲🥹, Angst, Magic, Protective Siblings, Protective Scrooge McDuck, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone is protective of Donald, Originally Posted on Wattpad, Action, Adventure, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Major Character Injury, Hurt Donald Duck (Disney), Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Heavy Angst, No beta we die like my concentration Summary:

Magica is fed up with the Mcduck clan ruining her plans to become the richest duck in the world and humiliating her .She seeks and plans a revenge but this revenge won't be like any other revenge. It will be without mercy.. It will be a ruthless revenge.

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I don't own : Ducktales, The Legend of the Three Caballeros, the characters of those shows. They belong to their respective owners.

This story is for entertainment! I hope you enjoy!! ❤️💙

[unconsciousnonhuman]

@paranormal-peri - The Prologue

Part 1

(More pages coming soon)

Edit: You can read the full non-comic prologue here

[demaparbat-hp]

Want to know what I believe? It's right here

Dig a little deeper and it's crystal clear

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(WIP)

[landedinpayne]

in case you are in the mood to feel devastated here’s an alternate way of viewing charles’ response to edwin’s confession:

we know that charles kinda puts edwin on a pedestal- yes they are partners but there is a bit of a hierarchy between them. charles just looks up to and admires edwin in so many ways while constantly looking down on and being really hard on himself. he puts on his big happy persona because he thinks that people wouldn’t like him if they actually got to know him.

so when edwin confesses, it’s like a blow to him. he took his charming persona too far and went and tricked the most important person in the world into thinking he was worthy of love. and it’s worse because he does love edwin in that way, which is exactly why he can’t let him know that. charles still believes that he is like his dad, and he saw exactly what his parents’ relationship did to his mother.

he thinks that loving edwin in the way that he wants to would only cause more pain to this boy who has already been through far more than he deserves. so he blinks back his tears, attempts the same charming smile he’s used all these years, and dishes out the gentlest non-rejection in the history of forever

[dahlia-tourism-board]

You look just like your father: David Shaw

"You look just like Gabe did, back in the day."

David had already sold off his old home, had already moved in with Asher while he scrambled to get himself together. He was Alpha now, and he couldn't afford to grieve. Not outwardly, not in any way that showed any weakness.

Even now, as they were sitting at the kitchen table together, he couldn't just think of Asher's dad as "Uncle Frank" anymore, as much as he wanted to. He was the pack's former beta, and he was here to talk business.

"You've got some leeway, considering the circumstances. It's kind of you to let me stay in my retirement." He smiles at David, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "But the sooner you make your choice, the sooner the pack can start getting back on track."

"I know." David forces himself to make eye contact. "How did dad make that decision?"

"It was different back then," Frank says sadly. "He was just getting the pack going, and it was just us and our wives at the time. You, you're spoiled for choice, so it'll be both easier and harder. Can I give you some advice?"

"Please." If David's voice wavers, Frank is polite enough to not notice.

"Pick someone that balances you. You've grown up with most of them, so use all that information to make your choice. Look at your own strengths and weaknesses with a clear head and think about who in the pack you can trust to be what you aren't. "

"Yeah... that's what dad used to say. That an alpha and a beta should be equal opposites, that my beta should be everything I'm not."

"He was right on the money. Good, you're already farther ahead than I thought." Then Frank tilts his head, a strange expression on his face.

"What?"

"No, it's just...You look just like Gabe did, back in the day."

David looks down at that. He'd been hearing that ever since the funeral. Nearly everyone in the pack's first generation had told him he was the spitting image of his father. He wished he could believe it, but every time he looked in the mirror, all he saw was someone already failing to live up to his father's legacy.

"Him and me would be sitting at his kitchen table, going over business. Whenever he was talking about who he wanted to add to the pack, going over the pros and cons, he'd make that exact same expression."

Something about that twists in David's gut. He's still looking down, hoping his vision clears. Distantly, he feels Uncle Frank's hand on his shoulder.

"You two were different in a lot of ways, David. But for things like this, things you both care about, you're just like him."

For the first time since the funeral, David appreciates the comparison. If his dad's beta thought he could do more than just look like his father, if Frank saw any part of who Gabe was within David, then maybe there was a chance for him after all.

[aspectacularswathofswarmingbees]

So, I was rewatching the disastrous life of saiki k and i got to thinking about something.

Saiki says that satou attracts different clichés because he's just so average. Like in the baseball episode. That whole episode is about how he is so average at everything that it makes the whole story average by comparison, thus the clichés. When saiki first sees him he comments about how his friends are two clichés, one chubby one skinny, one with glasses one without.

So we know that perfectly average people attract different cliché tropes. We also know that saiki trys to be as average as possible all of the time. We also know that saiki's entire friend group is made up of cliché characters, different anime tropes present in each of them. We also know that, despite saiki's blatant disinterest and several attempts at avoiding them, they are chronically allergic to leaving him the hell alone.

Do you see what I'm getting at here?

What if, because saiki is so average but so extraordinary at the same time, he constantly attracts cliché, but extraordinary people? Like some sort of magnet for friendship and weird situations that he has to fix.

He spends so much time wondering why they can't leave him alone, and I'm pretty sure there are like a bajillion reasons, but this might be one of them.

[cascowriteswords]

[[this is a fic idea i'm currently fleshing out. i haven't written anything substantial in a loooong time but i'm trying to gain some momentum/motivation to write this🤞]]

A canon/fix-it [kinda?] story - Clarke and Lexa share a painful, unresolved history. Time has passed since they last saw each other, but echoes of their bond still haunt them both. Their story is one of deep longing, unspoken words, and the agonizing weight of silence.

[the-shit-show-must-go-on]

It’s me, im back, I have another headcanon

Ok ok so this one revolves around like derealization and stuff, but I think for a while Cecil would ask Carlos about the reaserch into the house that doesn’t exist. More specifically he’d ask about how they came to the conclusion that it doesn’t exist, and Carlos always likes to provide examples when explaining things to people so he compares something that does exist to the house. Then one day after they move in together Carlos finds a post it note where Cecil has listed out every single thing that Carlos has said about proving if things exist of not, all sorted into categories of “evidence I exist” and “evidence I don’t exist”. And afterwards any time Cecil asks a question about proving that something exists Carlos always tries to use Cecil as his example of something that does exist. Because he doesn’t know how to talk to Cecil about it but he still wants to reassure him that he’s real and he exists.

[zwoftt]

you gotta know i was still fishin for those dorym moments ((even in this super tense episode)

despite the discourse.

liam/orym nodding and hyping up robbie/dorian’s force cage move on fearne. also was the one to usher him into making the decision even when he was being hesitant about it

honorable mention: robbie saying “i’m still in the hallway :(“ and liam laughing super hard

the little nod liam/orym makes when dorian asks fearne “who do you see as your real father?”.

robbie/dorian frantically trying to figure out the best way to get rid of the guards who were coming over to him to grab the emissary; liam/orym saying “cmon rizz. let’s go rizzler” to hype him up

during the arch heart talk, [i think] i saw robbie and liam glance over at one another a couple of times to see reactions to certain things…. and then of course the pain-filled face liam makes for orym when dorian says his speech.

i wonder if i missed anything small, but for now this is what i got! it’s crumbs!! i’m hoping for a conversation between dorian and orym next episode, or at least an explanation from dorian as to why he “won’t ever like the gods. ever.” i NEED that angst to be shown. because he is being MISUNDERSTOOD in game and out of game by watchers. i’ve been craving a heart to heart convo between just dorian and orym for the longest time now though so fingers crossed. my boys needa hug and make out or whateva.

DORIAN DISCUSS!

the world is ending pretty damn fast according to the arch heart and i know deep down in my little soul that dorian “i would do anything for my friends” storm would not betray or do anything without his group, and quite frankly without orym; who he’s said multiple times was his line of following [and because of how tunnel visioned he seems to still be regarding orym in general.] dorian doesn’t know what’s right or wrong anymore, he’s trying to honor his brother by doing the right thing. and not even that is being settled. it’s only natural for him to go a little bit angry. especially when he’s been back in BH for what? five days? he doesn’t know everything that’s happened, and BH clearly doesn’t know everything that he’s been through either. can you even begin to imagine how it feels to know that your brother was mercilessly killed by a goddess, (who’s kin was asked to help with this same fight and did nothing as-well) and you might not be able to ever get the satisfaction of giving her that same pain, so all you do now is try and do the ‘right thing’ because it’s what your murdered brother would do?? but now that part is steering off the edge too??? yeah. yeah i think i’d be pretty fucking angry too.

[13-nothing]

Been rereading the early Inky Mystery chapters recently and I have to say I forgot how flirty Bendy was in the beginning like Idk how I forgot about that. In the beginning it's like a huge part of his character and he's just changed sooooo much.

All of them have, like Felix being a Dad to not only Bendy and Boris, but the Cup-Bros too like now it would seem out of character for him to do that cause of the whole Wiseton mess. Then there's all their banter that's more or less up and left (or literally flown off in some cases), Alice and Bendy's puns, Cups and Bendy's play fighting, Mugs and Boris being cheeky against their bros, Holly's excessive questions (like they're there it's just less and she more subdued), Holly joking w the Cup-Bros or Alice and Cala, Cup calling her Tree Princess, and Finley's jokes and little skits w Sammy (oh Finley, u adorable fox, it's been a while).

OH and then there's the "widdle wolfie" thing, my heart hurts anytime as I reread those like com'on man I can't take it. On top of it I finally reached the Group Date thing and Alice is so avoidant of a relationship w Bendy cause of culture and her parents which is killing me cause like her Mom was fine w it (love that btw) and yeah we don't know how the Upper would react but we could've avoided SOME of the heartache we have now and it just makes me wonder what would've happened if she had excepted at the time.

Overall I just miss their family dynamic and just everything before Finley died and the Dark Circus stuff!!!😭😭😭

Like it's so pure and cute and I miss it...

But alas here we are, the Quester Family torn asunder.

.....

Yeah, they were just such cuties and I love them. Unfortunately tho I love drama, angst, and the darker stuff more so I can't wait to see what's next. Anyway I must say farewell to thee my fellow existences.

[chillerss]

₊ ⊹ 🐝 ⊹ ₊ I’ll Keep You Safe - TFA Bumblebee X fem!reader ₊ ⊹ 🐝 ⊹ ₊

ONE — Home

Word Count: 3,627

Warnings: Mentions of loss, grief.

Credits: All drawings within the text were made for this fic by my good friend, Renny! You can find her on instagram as @/alopex.art

A/N: The reboot is here!! I actually posted the first few chapters on Ao3 a few months ago, rip. Some people may remember this story from a few years ago on Quotev if they’ve ever found it there. I can now happily say that I’m far more proud of this version. Please keep in mind that this is sort of my own spin on the Animated Universe. For example, it’s not necessarily set in the year 2050 like the show is. Bumblebee saves you instead of Sari, and couple of characters have been cut (none of the main ‘Bots or ‘Cons, don’t worry). The plot is its own thing, it doesn’t follow the show. Enjoy and let me know what you think! Interactions will always encourage more writing!

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“So what do you think?”

A pothole on the freeway lightly knocked your skull into the windshield before you could respond and you muttered a quiet ow. “I– I’m sorry, Elizabeth, wha?”

The woman shot you a teasing glare from the driver’s seat when you turned to look at her, “I told you, you can call me Aunt Liz, if you want.” She smiled and turned her eyes back toward the road, “I’m asking you what you think. Look.” Your aunt nodded her head toward the city in front of you, still a bit of a ways away and off to the right. The heights of the Ambassador Bridge reminded you a little bit of the Whitestone as you traveled across it, the city lights of Detroit casting a soft glow on clouds in the night sky.

The sight of such a big city in the short distance threw you off for a minute and you couldn’t really think straight. The nightlights made you feel a bit uneasy, considering the fact that it was the polar opposite of the place you were actually from; semi-rural New York.

When people hear ‘New York,’ most of them automatically assume New York. Manhattan. But there’s so so so much more to see than they realize. New York borders Canada! The city of Rochester was the closest you’d ever been to a real ‘city’ of sorts, aside from passing by Manhattan a couple of times. Rochester was still huge, but it couldn’t compare to some of the nation’s biggest cities. It was just unmatched.

Something Rochester definitely didn’t have however, was giant robots to defend it like Detroit does.

“I think it’s cool.” Your gaze was locked absentmindedly on the lights as they glittered in the surrounding night sky, “I’m excited to see the Autobots too, if I can. I’ve heard a lot about them.”

“They’re cool to see every once in a while.” She paused briefly and when she spoke again her tone was a bit less bright, “Only from a distance though, [Name]. They’re dangerous. Have you ever seen any of those viral videos of them fighting?”

You turned and blinked at her, “Oh, no– I know, I have seen them. I don’t want to get anywhere near that.” You looked back through the window at the rapidly approaching city, “No thanks.”

A quiet moment passed through the car. Liz finally brightened up again when she turned her blinker on and began turning toward an exit ramp, “So… I know it’s not New York, and I know I’m not Gramma, but I think you’ll learn to like it here once you’re completely settled in. I’m here to help you out with absolutely anything you need… This is your home now.”

You turned your head to look at her once more with a soft smile, and you suddenly felt as if you could really relax back in the passenger’s side of the SUV. Liz was right. What you were coming from was a life of loss, pain, and uncertainty. But maybe with the start of life in the city, those thoughts could make a turnaround for you.

You really hoped they would.

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“So this is it!” Your aunt pushed her front door open using her back as she carried a box with both arms, “It’s small, but it’s home. For the most part it’s where I’ve spent most of my life, so I hope you’ll like it too!”

You had eyed the one-story house from the driveway when Liz pulled in. It was small, but it seemed super cozy. And it wasn't like she had ever expected to have a teenager moving in with her. But from what you could tell from viewing just the kitchen alone, there should be plenty of space for just one more person. You weren’t bringing a ton of stuff with you in the first place, so from the looks of things, the living situation would be quite comfortable.

“This is the kitchen, over there’s the living room,” The woman angled her head toward the back of the house which wasn’t that far away. You could clearly make out almost everything in that room; the two sofas, a flatscreen tv, a big window across the length of the far wall and a bunch of family pictures all over the place. The corner of that room held a desk with papers absolutely everywhere.

Liz caught your attention again when she placed the box down on the kitchen table a little too fast, and the semi-loud sound it made almost made you jump, “Sorry, sorry.” She shot you an apologetic smile and turned to head into the living room, specifically aiming for the desk. She began to shuffle the papers and pile them up into separate drawers in the desk, “This is my workspace, so don’t be surprised if it’s usually messy. I’ve been getting a little better at cleaning it up more often.”

You still stood in the same spot by the front door with your backpack slung over your shoulder and another box in hand, “Oh, that’s okay. You should have seen my desk all through elementary school.”

Liz let out a quiet laugh as she closed the last of the drawers, “I wonder where you get it from!”

My dad, you thought with a twinge of sadness, Your brother.

She must have noticed the small shift in your mood. Because she ignored the rest of the mess before she stood straight up again and made her way back over to you, “Why don’t we go set up some of your room, huh?” She picked up the box she was originally carrying, “It’s down this way.”

You smiled back at her with thanks. Liz turned her back and strode past the living room down a dark hall. Briefly, you wondered why she didn’t turned the lights on, but that thought disappeared when she hit the switch on the wall in the middle of the hallway and one single light above her lit the rest of the path, “Here it is,” She used her knee to gently push the door into the room, “It was a guest room before, but I never really have anyone over. So it’s all yours to make it whatever you want.”

Surprisingly, the room wasn’t as small as you were expecting it to be.. It was a comfortable size, definitely bigger than your room back in New York. There were plain grey walls with a closet built into the wall on the left side of the room, with a rather large window directly on the back wall similar to the window in the living room. The space had a full-sized bed that was low to the ground all the way to the right against the wall, with a white nightstand beside it and a big lamp and everything. The carpet was soft under your socks and it made you feel homey almost at once, especially after the almost seven-hour-long trip around the entirety of Lake Erie.

“I figured we shouldn’t unpack your stuff to hang up yet.” Liz placed the box on the ground next to the closet door, “I thought tomorrow I could take you out to get some paint and some frames, and maybe some shelves, string lights? Y’know, some cute stuff to decorate your new space with if you don’t already have them.”

“Yeah, that would be so cool!” Nodding happily, you turned to face her again, “Thank you so much, Aunt Liz.”

She smiled big again. It seemed to be her thing, “Of course, [Name]. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible, being that this is your home now.” She winked, “And I know you like string lights.”

Accurate, you thought gleefully, “You’ll let me tack them up? You don’t mind the marks in the walls?”

“Of course not. We can always fill them! Why don’t we go outside and unpack the rest of the car, then we’ll go down and get something to eat. You’re hungry, right?”

Finally! Your stomach had been growling for the last hour, at least. “Yeah!”

“Alrighty,” She motioned with her hand for you to follow her, “Come on.”

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“So, my room is across the house,” As she spoke, Liz extended her arm to point back through the kitchen and down the opposite hall, “But it’s not too far. Just come get me if you need absolutely anything at all.”

Relishing in the soft new hoodie you had just put on, you snapped your attention back to your aunt who was standing in the doorway to your room and nodded quickly.

She was looking at you like she knew you weren’t originally paying attention, “Seriously– anything. Even if you just want to talk.”

“Yeah, okay. I will! But I think I’ll probably be set for the night.” You brought your hand to your forehead and glanced around at the boxes on the floor, “I’m kinda tired after all that time in the car.”

Liz laughed quietly again, “Me too, kiddo.” Then she stepped out of the door frame further into the hall and pointed over her shoulder to the door a few feet away, “The closest bathroom’s right here.”

“Yeah.” You smiled, genuinely grateful for what she was taking on.

“Alrighty,” She nodded too, “I’ll see you in the morning then. I won’t wake you up either, there’s nothing going on tomorrow so don’t worry about having to get up early or anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you so much, Aunt Liz.”

“No problem at all.” The woman smiled one more time before she turned and began slowly heading out of sight, “G’night.”

“Night.”

You turned back to the mess of boxes spread on the floor and let out a heavy sigh when you heard Liz close her bedroom door on the opposite side of the house.

You were definitely not tired.

After plopping yourself down on the carpet next to the closest box that had ‘clothes’ written on it, you pushed your hair out of your face with one hand while the other began working on the tape that held the box closed. Liz didn’t want you to start unpacking your decorative things yet, but she did say over dinner that you could start unpacking your clothes as soon as you wanted to so you could start to get a feeling of normalcy instead of having to “live out of boxes.” She asked you if you wanted a new set of furniture but you promptly denied it because the set that you already had here was more than enough. A full-size bedframe, a tall dresser, a night table, and a mirror on the back of the door were more than enough to suit you, since you weren’t necessarily arriving with very much anyways. The only thing that you would probably really wind up needing would be your own desk for schoolwork and drawing or writing or something, and maybe a new comforter set for your bed. And Liz had already offered to get you both of those by the end of the week.

It was an enormous adjustment. The whole thing. And you were definitely hurting, to say the least.

To put it simple, you lost your parents when you were very young. They were murdered brutally, and no one was ever brought in for it. It was a complete mystery as to who would do such a thing to such a happy, normal couple. Apparently, everyone who was close to them at the time of their deaths were completely and absolutely devastated. They all told you wonderful things and amazing stories about what incredible people they both were, and how upsetting it was to have lost them from the world so young, and with such a young daughter left behind. You could vaguely remember your parents, being that they died when you were only six-years-old, and that was ten years ago.

Throughout that ten-year-long period however, you were growing up with your grandmother, and she was an absolutely incredible person both inside and out. You were told time and time again that that’s where your mother had inherited her kind and selfless persona from. Your Gramma was everything someone could ever want in a grandparent… And you missed her dearly. The grief of losing her still had a suffocating grip on your heart, and you knew that it would take some time for that to ease even a little.

It’s been a long time since most of that happened.

Briefly your thoughts of your maternal family members were cut off when you pulled out a large grey t-shirt with a print on it that read ‘Niagara Falls.’ And barely, you could vaguely remember all the little family weekend getaways to the iconic waterfall. From what you were told, this particular shirt was one of your dad’s oldest. What really gave it away was that the hem of both sleeves had been threaded away a long time ago, from what it looked like.

You let out a heavy sigh as you pressed down on the soft fabric of the shirt with your thumbs. Everything hurt. All of it.

Loss was something you seemed to be getting used to, however.

The thought of your best friend back in New York made you hurt a little, and you briefly considered calling him. And then you remembered the time, and you didn’t want to annoy him if he really was asleep anyway.

Not to mention the fact that you had a pretty severe falling out right before you left.

Speaking of the boy, you pulled out one of his hoodies immediately after setting your father’s shirt down on the ground beside you. It still had the scent from his own house on it which comforted you greatly in that moment. You didn’t mean to take it and pondered whether or not you could send it back. He was another person you missed terribly, even though you weren’t on speaking terms anymore.

A weighted sigh left you as you tossed the hoodie lightly up onto the bed a few feet away, “It’ll take a while,” While speaking aloud to yourself, you looked back down at the box of important belongings in front of you, “But maybe I’ll like it here.”

The rest of the night passed by in a bit of a blur. You were able to empty five of your nine boxes; the ones that contained your clothes and shoes. The rest were all books, sketchbooks, journals, pictures and picture frames, string lights and tapestries, and the massive amount of prints, posters, and collectibles you had gathered from Rochester Comic Con throughout the years.

You knew off the bat that you would need at least a few shelves on the walls in order to accommodate all your little nicknacks and picture frames, but you weren’t sure how you were going to ask Liz for that when the time came for it. How could you ask someone for even one more thing after she was letting you move into her house? You were only physically with her a handful of times throughout your life so far, and she was already doing so much for you. You didn’t really want to ask her for anything else. So you came to the conclusion that you’d worry about the shelves when you got your first job somewhere in town, when you could spend your own money on them.

After closing one of the top drawers in your new dresser, you turned and made your way back over to the bed, plopping down and picking up your smartphone to check the time. It read 2:47am. Almost 3:00am, You thought with a twinge of annoyance toward yourself, I don’t want to wake up too late in the morning.

With a quick deep breath, you stood back up to reach for the light switch on the wall next to the door, flipping it swiftly and suddenly noticing the comfortable amount of very dim lighting that the closed curtains still allowed in from the outside streetlights. You picked your phone back up from its spot on the night table and used the light from it’s screen to be able to see the comforter before pulling it back and hopping in.

Reaching over and down to the floor once again after getting comfortable under the blankets, you grabbed the charger for your phone and connected it. Setting an alarm for about 9:30am sounded good, that way you should be able to get yourself out of bed by at least 10:00am. You didn’t want to look like an entirely exhausted pigeon.

Another sigh was forced from your lungs and you turned over, away from the phone in an effort to get more comfortable in the thick blankets. Briefly, before you fell asleep, an image of one of the Autobots flashed in your head and you wondered what kind of luck you would have to have in order to see just one of them.

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“Okay!” Your heart leaped with excitement at the sight of the new area as you spoke aloud to yourself, “Where to first?”

Your first full day in Detroit went by like a breeze. Liz took you out in the morning after breakfast to shop for that desk and the comforter set. She actually did ask if you needed extra shelves for some of your picture frames, and although you told her it wasn’t necessary at the moment, she shrugged you off and got you three of them anyways.

Now it was your third day in Detroit and it was your first time out walking around for some fresh air. There was supposedly a park nearby, and the thought of the soft grass under a tree reminded you of the trees back home. They didn’t look exactly alike of course, but it was still nice. The scenery and plants around you were always important to you for some reason. A reason that even you didn’t know. Maybe it was your attachment to the plants and trees that grew in the area you were raised in for all you knew. Not to mention the adoration your Gramma had for the many plants all over her home.

Walking down the street in the early afternoon was nice. The air was cool, but not cold. There weren’t too many people out because it was after the morning rush hour, so the people that were out were only the ones walking the sidewalk beside you and the occasional group of cars that drove to and from the city itself.

It was relatively quiet out here in the suburbs. And you really appreciated that, particularly after spending so many years of your life in the woods.

The chain link fence beside you finally opened with the entrance to the park. In particular, a park with quite a few trees spread all across it. You took another deep breath and sighed in contentment, smiling slightly as you made your way through the gate and pulled your phone from your pocket after it vibrated at the same time.

It was Liz, texting you to let her know when to pick you up. You insisted on walking and she didn't seem too fond of the idea. The woman was extremely cautious about the alien inhabitants of this city, and you couldn’t really blame her. They did bring a lot of destruction which disrupted the city’s life constantly.

As you made your way over to a tree you thought was far enough away from other people, you crossed your knees and plopped down among the roots of it comfortably. After a quick text back to Liz insisting that you’d be fine to walk back on your own, you put it away.

Truthfully, all you wanted was some peace and quiet alone. But it was hard to find that at sixteen-years-old, without a car, and living in a city that was completely new to you.

Still, this park was better than having no grass or trees to see at all, you thought.

It took a moment for you to realize that someone was shouting from not that far ahead of you. You looked up and ahead for the source of it, and it was then you realized that someone was panicking. That shouting sounded really urgent. And then you found the source of what they were yelling about.

A dog—a huge dog—came barreling over the crest of the hill in the center of the park and into your view. It’s person (you assumed) was chasing after it and failing miserably every time he tried reaching for the waving leash trailing behind it. Why he was panicking so much, you had no idea. But some gut feeling you suddenly had told you to at the very least be cautious of what was going on in front of you.

And just like that, it happened. The shepherd’s head snapped in your direction, ears pointed straight up and tongue lolling, and the dog started making a mad dash for your tree. In an instant you were on your feet and the dog started barking. As it drew closer, the panic in your system was screaming for you to run, but you knew that supposedly wasn’t what you were supposed to do when a dog came running for you. The sight of the trees ahead reminded you that you were particularly skilled in climbing trees thanks to a childhood spent in the forest, so you looked up at the branches above you. And rather than scaling up the bark, you froze.

Staring back down at you—body positioned in a way that made you think he was about to leap—was the gold-and-black Autobot.

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[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

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.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[inkspottie]

Fractured

[lloydlings]

NUMB, a post-s3p1 one shot

By me @/flyingdutchman on ao3

As things come back to him in bits and pieces, Lloyd copes with the events of S3PT1.

I’d love to hear what you guys think. and I hope you enjoy the deep dive into Lloyd after this hell-of-a season.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64901674

[khaosssss]

SnowRifle comic,,,,

(og meme below)

[hayaku14]

WAKE UP KAITOU KID NATION WE'RE GETTING ANGST ‼️‼️‼️

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