#reason that i went through this was mostly to find out my blood type but whatever LOL

[talisidekick]

Thanks for being so compassionate! As someone who's had to defend himself from assault pre transition and assault and attempted trafficking during transition which has contributed to some agoraphobia centered on thoughts like "damn, wasn't safe off T not safe on it", it's been rlly scary seeing ppl shrug off how transmascs are endangered in real life in service of discrediting transandro discourse. Cool seeing who's really real I guess????? anyways hope you're well and warm. Srry about my run on sentence lmao

There is absolutely nothing to apologize for. We only get to see one side publically, and that's pretty much just trans women issues. Media likes to cover just us. I rarely see news stories about just trans men. We don't see the stories about trans men getting stalked or followed around in stores by total strangers, getting attacked in public, rarely a mention if a trans man gets killed. It's happening but you don't see it. You don't see a flood of forum posts about the constant dismissal of, unique brand of hatred around, or the types of dangers faced by trans men.

My introduction to questioning my gender was actually FROM transandrophobia. The reason for this is I've had more of a curvy figure since ... well forever, even though my body was producing T on it's own. I got A LOT of compliments on it by pretty much all my friends (which were mostly girls, and yes that probably should have been a sign but I'm a bit thick sometimes, okay?) because I was "unconventionally sexy" because of it. I'm now remembering I do have a shirtless picture somewhere from before I was on HRT ... I'll work up the nerve to show that at some point to prove that point. Anywho, because of this, a random ass stranger had been following me as I went to grab a few things from a walmart after my shift. It was weird as fuck. Uncomfortably close, constantly looking at me but not what they were pretending to, and I kind of knew this dick was waiting until there was no one in the aisle before pulling something. I'd been mugged before at 14 and 15 so at 24 I was kind of like "I'm not getting stabbed in a damn Walmart" and just made sure to be quick. I got out of the store and met up with some old work friends and just let them know someone was following me and I wanted to wait them out. Props to my friends at the time, they bullseyed the dude (to be fair he wasn't being stealthy) and called him out. And he yelled back "You'll never be a real man" to me. My friends laughed at him because as far as we all knew, I was cis. But this would happen two more times in the same week. A lady would tell me I shouldn't be doing "this" to myself with a full body gesture, and that god "loves" me; and a college colleague flat out dismissed my concerns on something because "only a real man would need to worry about that". It got me wondering if this was a new fad, to hate on someones manliness, and upon looking that up I learned about what exactly transgender meant, the experiences of trans men and women (just a bit on women, my concern was on trans men at the time), and thought it was kind of cool there were people who'd know two sides to the gender spectrum. But it must SUCK to have to go through the bullshit I did and actually be affected by it. Like, no one has any right to tell another man they're less of one.

This whole situation would actually come back to help me 2 years later in finding myself. I'd only really looked up trans men and curiosity mid covid lock down would lead me to look up non-binary and then trans women. However, transandrophobia is how I, a trans woman, got her start. So it boils my blood when I see people talk about T being toxic or trans men having it easier. It shows a complete lack of understanding and a lack of acceptance and willingness to empathize. Trans men and trans mascs have different issues, that doesn't make them lesser, and while those issues may not affect me, it doesn't make it less of my problem to help deal with where I can. I know certain issues I'll have no experience on, no idea how to help, but that doesn't mean I can't still offer to be support. Everyone should be doing the same, and shame on those who aren't.

You deserve equal treatment and support in your fight for it, not dismissal. Those that dismiss the issues of trans men aren't allies, they're transphobes. And fuck transphobes.

[axilarycobra]

Wings of fire questions

1-are hivewings evil, good, neutral?

2- could hivewings sting control icewings if they were stung? (Hivewings sting was vaguely went into details)

3- it’s a theory I stumbled upon but it’s said hivewings are scared of silkwings would control their hive because silkwings are immune to their stings because of their blood what’s your opinion of this theory?

4- are icewings so intelligent that they are heartless towards their own kind and other wings?

5-do you find it weird that you go through the entire book series and not realize how much death are in these books till you watch a video that counts every single death in the books that make you realize wow that’s a lot of death because I certainly did.😅

6- if you were to create a new species of wings what would it be? Mine would be floralwings similar to silkwings but are more stronger they won’t have butterflies/moth wings but they’re bodies look like they’re flower species and depending on the type of floral they are will determine how many limbs they would have like a floralwing wing that looks like a Venus fly trap would be born with five heads that work together in unison and their eggs would camouflage into the fawna around them, mate for life, have a queen and king, have a symbiotic relationship with silkwings who aren’t control by hivewings, they eat fruits and meat like a bear, don’t like scavengers likes playing pranks on them and sometimes eating them those more carnivores floralwings, size a foot shorter than the sinkwings, for as fearsome species they are they are relatively relaxed species of wings like the rainwings.

I don't think there's one way a certain tribe can be labeled that fits, for any of the tribes. I think that the HiveWings did bad things that are not excusable, but also that there are a lot of HiveWings who did not have control over that, especially in the most recent era after the Tree Wars.

I think the othermind/Cottonmouth would be able to control an IceWing, as it is shown to work for any of the tribes, but I don't think there is an actual HiveWing ability able to control other dragons.

I have not heard of this theory before, but SilkWings can be controlled by the othermind (a.k.a. what Wasp was using to control the HiveWings), but I don't believe that the HiveWings were afraid of the SilkWings for any reason. I believe that most HiveWings just view SilkWings as inferior to themselves and take advantage of that. Wasp tried to get the other tribes under her control because she was afraid of the other tribes and didn't like them, so I think it's just a taught social hierarchy that most HiveWings believe in rather than any fear.

I believe that all tribes have the same level of intelligence, as they are all shown with complex emotional and mental capabilities. I don't think being a certain level of intelligence dictates whether they act a certain way towards their tribe and others, but rather their social and cultural understandings of each other. I think any dragon from any tribe is capable of being heartless to any dragon, it isn't something that varies between tribes.

This may be a biased viewpoint since I mostly do not read children's series, but I actually do not think there's a lot of death in Wings of Fire. Even for being kids' books, there are a lot of children's series I've read back in elementary and middle school where characters died. And even within WoF, there are a few significant deaths, like Kestrel, Gill, Morrowseer, Arctic, Burn, and Blister that were highlighted, but most of the deaths are not that gruesome. Along with that, the amount of death that happens in the series thins out a lot as the series goes on. So I don't really find it surprising how much death is in the series, I would even say I expected more for there being an actual war going on in the first arc.

I've created lots of fantribes before. I think some of my favorites are different aquatic tribes that live underwater. There are so many diverse lifeforms and landscapes in the ocean and thinking of how a tribe would physically adapt to be able to live there is interesting. One of my favorite things to do when creating a fantribe is to take a location and make a fantribe that is adapted to be able to live there. This is how Tui created the tribes in the series, and I think it leads to the most interesting and distinct fantribes being made, as sometimes I feel like fantribes that revolve around an idea rather than some kind of location, it can be harder to decide things such as how they look or what abilities they have, as the reason why most tribes would look a certain way or have a certain ability is to guarantee their survival in their habitat.

[bonesxbows]

Something's Gotta Give (Aries x Reader)

My Masterlist

After a rough run through the Big Bend tunnel, Aries helps you with your wounds and unexpectedly finds something he wasn't supposed to

(WARNINGS) - graphically described self harm wounds - depressing themes - basic game type violence mentioned

there's a void for Aries fanfic out there and I aim to change that, one 3 am written fic at a time

he's such a good and complex character, lovehimsomuch

was gonna make this one longer but gave up on that idea. might make a part two, idk yet

thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments much appreciated!

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It had been a rough run through Big Bend, the brahmin barely making it through alive along with the three of you. Rudy had taken a couple of hits, a few bites, and a few scratches along with getting grazed by a few stray bullets, but you and Aries had taken the brunt of the attacks. The only reason everyone, including both brahmin, got out alive was because halfway through the tunnel you had instructed Rudy to keep moving with the Brahmin while you and Aries kept the Blood Eagles occupied, meaning that every single raider and their mongrel were focused on the two of you. 

Now the two of you were in a tent set out with cots for the guards and traders while Rudy was outside looking after the Brahmin. Vinny had closed the tent flaps behind you two so you could look after your wounds in private. 

“Lemme see your stomach,” Aries said as you sat down on a cot. 

“Why can’t we deal with your arm first?” You counter-offered. He pulled out a medicine bag from under one of the other cots. 

“My arm’ll be fine. Somethin' important could’ve been hit in your torso. Lemme see.” He sat down on the cot across from you and you realized there was no arguing to do here, he was always stubborn when it came to your well-being. 

Aries went to pull off your shirt but stopped when you winced in pain. The drying blood made the material stick to your skin like glue. He fished out a container of clean water and a semi-clean-looking rag from the medical kit. 

“Can you lay down for me?” He asked and you did so, moving carefully so you didn’t stretch any wounds open more. He wet the rag and used it to gently wipe away any crusted blood that he could get at, peeling your shirt up as he went until the entire cut was exposed, one long thin angry red line from a Blood Eagle’s switchblade. It ran almost the entire width of your stomach and it covered the entire area in a dark crimson. 

“Doesn’t look like it needs stitches, but I’m no doctor. Best I can do is clean it up and bandage it so you don’t bleed out on me.” Aries was mostly talking to himself, he didn’t wait for a response before pouring a new liquid on the scrap cloth and wiping the wound. 

“Fuck!” You yelled. You guessed the liquid was some kind of alcohol from the way it burned so badly. You wanted to push away his hand, yell for him to stop, but you knew it was better in the long run if he kept at it. The last thing you wanted was an infection. Aries seemed unfazed by your scream, until he took one of your hands in his free hand, giving it a light squeeze, his way of silently reassuring you that everything was gonna be alright. 

The burning sensation was so strong that everything was a haze until Aries put his hand behind your back and helped you sit back up. White gauze was wrapped around your torso, already being stained slightly pink as the cut began to slow its bleeding. 

He left you sitting up on your cot while he stripped off his shirt, revealing scars, both new and old, that littered his small frame. The majority of them were clustered around his neck and upper chest, and you assumed they continued up onto his face, trophies from his failed attempt of reprogramming a certain assaultron. 

The newest one added to his collection was from a Blood Eagle’s mongrel, it had caught him from behind and sunk its teeth into Aries’s forearm, near his elbow. You watched as he held his arm out over the edge of the cot and poured the alcohol over the puncture wounds. Even with his mask on you could still tell he was biting his lip to hold back a scream. The whole sight looked extremely painful and seeing him in so much pain made you wince. He tried to wrap the now heavily disinfected area in a piece of cloth, but it was difficult when he only had one hand to work with. 

“Here, let me.” You reached forward, moving to grab the makeshift bandage from his hand. 

“I got it.” He muttered under his breath. But both of you knew he couldn’t do it by himself, despite his stubbornness. So you took the two ends of the cloth from him, gently wrapping it around his arm and tucking it in itself so it didn’t unravel. Unbeknownst to you, Aries stared at the bloodstained wrist of your shirt while he waited for you to finish. 

“Did that bastard with the blade knick you in the wrist too?” He asked. The word “wrist” made you jump and you instinctively pulled your arms close to your chest. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Aries, but you played it off as if you hadn’t been startled by a single word. 

“No...no. He didn’t. That’s...old blood. Yeah. Must’ve been wearing this shirt while out hunting and forgot to wash the sleeves.” You looked down at the material that covered your wrists and forearms. One sleeve end was almost completely stained a dark red while the other just had some small spots of red polka dotting the sleeve. “It’s not important anyway,” you tried to change the subject, “How’s your arm? Your leg? Your back?” You mentally went down the list of where you had seen Aries take a hit during the fight. 

“They’re fine. Promise. Can I have a look at your wrists? Please?” Aries held out his hands. You were hesitant, not only because of the secret you were hiding but because you had a feeling that he had figured it out himself already. 

“Aries...I…” you looked down at your feet. Was there a way out of this conversation, or had the cards been revealed and your secret was up? 

“I won’t be upset. I swear.” He told you as if he could read your mind and knew you were worried. You breathed in a shaky breath and sighed, placing the wrist with the blood-stained sleeve into his hands. 

He softly ran his finger over your palm before taking ahold of the sleeve and pulling it down your arm, tearing up the dried blood that caked your skin as the material was removed. You wouldn't dare to look, turning your head to the side and staring at the wall of the tent. 

Aries stopped when the majority of your forearm was exposed. The sight made his stomach churn. What should have been soft, maybe slightly scarred, semi-clean skin was instead a messy blur of red, pink, brown, and purple. Scars, both old and new, littered every area of skin on your forearm until there was little undamaged skin left. Some scars were old, the thin and thick lines worn over with pink, blending in the new flesh with the old, but some were newer, the angry red lines surrounded by spots of purple and brown as they tried to close up and heal. 

But a few were a bright angry red, freshly dried blood caking the area in a dark crimson. The slits were fairly large and deep enough that they formed a crack in your skin. 

“When was the last time?” Aries asked, holding your wrists firmly. He didn’t sound angry, but his voice was still stern. You wanted to answer, but the words got caught in your throat. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “Y/n.” This time he was a little louder, and a little firmer. The dam behind your eyes cracked and your walls came tumbling down.

“Earlier. Before the run through the tunnel.” You blurted out, hot tears pouring down your face. “I’m sorry. Please...please don’t be mad.” Your gazes met and for the first time since the two of you met, you didn’t want to be anywhere near Aries. 

But he wasn’t mad. He didn’t yell or belittle you. Instead, he let go of your wrists and cupped your face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. 

“You can’t be doin' this anymore sweetheart.” He said, his voice now soft and cooing. You sniffled. 

“I’m sorry...I didn’t think it would become an issue...I just…” you lost your words again, unsure of how to explain everything. Instead, you looked at him, and even though he was wearing a mask, somehow you could tell that he knew exactly how you felt. 

“I don’t want to lose you, okay? Not after everything that’s happened. I can’t. And maybe it’s selfish to think that, but I don’t care. You mean too much to me.” Aries sounded scared, and a part of you hated yourself for scaring the one person you loved the most. Especially when he was already so traumatized from everything else that had happened to him. 

“Aries...I…” your voice cracked, ending your sentence short. You took the time to think before trying to speak again. You knew trying to stop would be hard, you had been hurting yourself to cope with the world for as long as you could remember, but would it be easier with Aries right by your side? Then again, the thought of Aries having to deal with something bad happening to you made your insides churn. 

“I’m not saying you have to stop overnight. I know a habit like this takes time to break.” He looked down for a moment, running his fingers over his left wrist remorsefully. You peeked a glance and saw that he had had the same problem as you, albeit many, many years ago. White scars lined his skin near and around his wrist, but they were so old and healed over that you wouldn’t be able to tell they were even there if you weren’t looking closely. Aries knew exactly how you were feeling. 

“...you’ll help?” You asked quietly, still unsure about the whole thing. 

“Of course. You can always count on me.” He told you. His words made a smile tug at your lips. 

The two of you were quiet as he found some old cloth to use as gauze and wrapped your wrists. He was unusually gentle like if he tugged or pulled too hard he would break you like glass. Dusk fell soon enough and, after finding something to eat, the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Your heart seemed to beat a little calmer than usual and you fell asleep with ease.

[stargazing15]

Can you save me - Chapter nine

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: A hero arrived at North island to support Maverick on the Uranium plant mission preparation, underneath the though facade was a girl in desperate need of love, but can she love?

Warnings: blood & injury, fluff

A/N: this is pure fictional, I have no knowledge of the military and I know this is all not possible in real life, it’s all for the sake of the story.

Enjoy!

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“Why haven’t we heard from her?” A now angry Rooster shouted at Tank. “Why isn’t she back yet? We need to find her!” He kept on shouting , almost forgetting to breath. He was angry, at everything and everyone, but mostly at himself. After you had said those beautiful three words, he was in awe for too long, before he had the chance to say it back you were both on your way to deck, surrounded by others. He hated himself for not saying it yet, what if he didn’t get to chance anymore? The chopper was already in sight, he couldn’t help himself to let the tears roll down his face.

“I’m sorry Rooster, she made me promise to bring you home safely.”

“Is that..?” Maverick pointed out at a visibly hurt figure stumbling it way to them.

“Oh my god, Ricochet.” The three of them came running up to you, shocked at the sight of you. There was blood all over the right side of your uniform, there were holes and it seems like you tried to patch up your arm and had a piece of fabric tied tightly around your leg.

“Baby, what happened, are you o-” but his whispering got interrupted by you collapsing in his arms, losing consciousness. “No, no, no, no, stay awake. I love you too.” Even though you were unconscious, Rooster seemed to notice the corner of your mouth creeping up a bit.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Rooster sleeping on your bed, holding you hand. Looking to the other side you, you saw the ship’s doctor.

“Lieutenant Commander, welcome back!” You tried to say something, but he motioned to take your time, get back to your senses first. “I’ve got to admit it’s a wonder what you’ve put your body through and made it back. You must have some excellent guarding angels. That being said, your body took a serious hit, the bullets just missed your major arteries.” Rooster was waking up by the voice of the Doc. “Lieutenant, good time to wake up, your friend has waken up too.” Rooster’s eyes went from sleepy to very big to take your awake form in.

“Hey, you okay? I was so scared I lost you.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You smiled softly. “Rooster, you can inform the rest that I’m awake.” Rooster got the memo that you needed time with the doc alone.

“So, can you still remember everything?”

“Yes, every single bullet and getting whacked to a three due to a grenade.”

“Explains the bruises all over your body. The next phase you’re familiar with?”

“Yes, I’m familiar, I guess no walking yet?”

“Indeed. You’ll be okay.”

“You can say it, I feel it in my leg.”

“You won’t be able to go back as an operator.” You actually smiled at little at his early conclusion. “I’ve never seen this kind of positive reaction.”

“I guess I have been contemplating my future for a bit.”

“Only reason an operator would ever step down, there’s someone special?”

“You can say that.”

“It was him wasn’t it?” Rooster was probably not that subtile when you were out.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you smiled at him “how long was I out?”

“2 days. Can I ask you something Lieutenant Commander?”

“Please Ricochet or Ric, ask away Doc.”

“How did you manage to get back with those injuries? I’ve seen a lot of bigger guys with the same type of injuries but not being able to do what you did.”

“Being a woman," you joked, "Mental strength, I guess those guarding angels were really looking out for me and thinking of him made me stronger.” What you didn’t know was that Rooster had opened the door ajar and quickly stopped his tracks when he heard your soft voice. Hearing what you said made his heart melt even more after seeing your eyes open looking at him.

“Hey! Here’s some water, she can drink right doc?”

“Well this will be her first real test.” The water felt heavenly on your throat, not as heavenly as the feeling of Rooster’s hand had felt on yours, but it felt good.

“My first victory,” you smiled at both the Doc and Rooster, “it will take long, but I am going for many victories.”

“Lieutenant, it seems like you have got a very strong woman, take care of her. I’ll leave you two alone.”

“What? How does he know?” Rooster was watching Doc leave with a puzzled look.

“You camping here made him a little suspicious.”

“Y/N!” A wild bunch of pilots suddenly appeared in the sickbay. It felt good seeing them back, yes all of them. Their faces went from worried after seeing you all patched up to happy when you smiled at them.

“Are you okay Ma’am?”

“Oh sweet Bob, come here,” you pointed to the seat where Rooster had sat all night. When he sat you wiped away the tear on his cheek and took his hand in yours, Bob really became this little brother you wanted to protect from all the bad in the world, “I’m still here, it’s really hard to get rid of me.”

“When the medevac called in someone was badly and Rooster was screaming in the background, I was so scared. You made this family a real family and I don’t know what I, we would do without you.” Bob noticed a slight discomfort in your expression. “Oh sorry I was rambling, are you in pain?”

“It’s just, I think I need to lay down a little,” there was almost a fight to help you, with Bob helping you on your left side and eventually Phoenix winning for your right side to help reposition your cushion to lay down. “Thank you and to answer your question, I know it not an ideal answer, but I’m sort of trained to handle this pain and yeah, it’s not the first time. But Hangman over there, you would be asking to be sedated.” You laughed a little at your own comment, the rest of the aviator almost fell on the ground from laughing, but quickly regretting it as you started coughing. 

“In pain, my ass.” Hangman muttered in between his teeth.

“But Hangman, now serious for a second, thank you for saving our asses.” Rooster said, leaving you dumbfounded. 

“No one has told her yet?” Coyote spoke up.

“Doc was talking to her about her condition and then you guys came. I’ll leave the honour to you Hangman.” Rooster being the gentleman he was, let the man tell his story, also knowing he liked bragging about it.

“Well, as Bob said, we were all shocked after hearing what happened to you, yes even me. So I stayed with my plane, in case. And I was right, there was still one bandit out. I’ve got to admit, your pilot has some serious skills, dodging those rockets and bullets.”

“Why do you think we call him Dodge, he’s not called after the car. Jealous of his skills?”

“Nope, chopper’s too small for me. The guy definitely earned that name. But back to me, your pilot, Dodge, was doing a good job, but until it was getting almost too much, then boom. I came to save the day.” Rooster was right, Hangman needed to tell the story, not only to boost his ego, but also to cope with the almost losses of team members.

“Dear pilots, I think it’s time to let her rest for a little bit.” Doc interrupted the story session.

“Hangman, can you wait for one sec?” Rooster looked you, slightly hurt you didn’t call out him, so you mouthed him ‘love you, need to thank him’ at what Rooster nodded, also knowing once you got home you’ll be all his.

“Yeah sure, what’s up?”

“Thank you.”

“Just doing what I’m good at cupcake.” He gave you the typical Hangman big smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“I mean it, I know it was hard on you that Mav choose Rooster over you. But I don’t think Rooster could’ve saved us like you did. So thank you for saving us.”

“He indeed couldn’t have done that, he was scared after Mav was shot down, but you being hurt, I never heard him scream like that and it was in the background. I was actually scared too when I went after the bandit.” He paused for a second, completely changing the subject. “I really screwed up my chance with you, didn’t I? You really do love him don’t you?” You getting injured made him realise he really did care about you.

“I, uh, yes, I really love him. You’re a good guy under all that Hangman. You will find someone Jake, you just need patience. And be you. Stop all that hunting.”

“Can we still be friends?”

“No.” You were trying your best not to laugh, just to see his expression, but you were not expecting this sad face. And it looked serious. “Oh my god, I was just joking.” Before you could finish Hangman hugged you.

“Oh sorry Y/N I forgot for a second. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, are you though?”

“As long as we can still be friends after what I just said.”

“Are you kidding? Who would I tease, who can take it, if we wouldn’t be friends anymore, life would be boring then. And it would’ve never worked out between us. With Rooster, things are more, I don’t know how to say it.’

“More naturally, I think I understand. But if he ever hurt you, you need to tell me.”

“I’ll put you on the who to call-list. But I think the CIA will be first.” 

“Good to hear, I’m happy for you. I hate to admit it, but you two look good together. Never say this to Rooster. This stays between us.”

“And me I guess.” Doc smiled.

“It’s time to rest now cupcake, maybe time to eat something. See ya later.”

What neither you or Hangman knew was that Rooster was still listening from the other side of the door, not because he didn’t trust you, he just was curious to what Hangman had to say to you. He definitely had not expected Hangman’s confession, but was relieved with your answer and the fact that Hangman actually supported your relationship.

***

“Ready to go home kiddo?”

“Kiddo? Seriously Tank? I’m only 15 years younger.”

“My point. Are you okay on the crutches?”

“I can endure until we’re off the carrier.”

“There’s a wheelchair waiting for you on the dock, so what are you going to do after you’re better?”

“I don’t know yet, I think I’m gonna follow Bradley and see where it takes me. What about you?”

“Stepping down voluntarily? The way you’re saying it, I don’t think you will regret it, adjusting to the new life on the other hand.”

“Yeah I know. My body is saying that it’s been enough, still gotta live a long life after this, so I’m not gonna ruin it more. What about you?”

“I don’t know yet, if I find a fine lady who loves my babies, I think I might want to something with animals.”

“Good for you, do what makes you happy.”

“Come on, let’s get home. I’ll deliver you to your boyfriend.”

“You guys coming to the Hard Deck?”

“No, I’m bringing Ricochet home, I guess I owe her at least that much.”

Once Rooster had helped you in his Bronco after throwing the bags in his trunk, you asked the inevitable question, while taking his hand in yours. “So what now?”

“You’re gonna live with me, I live on the ground floor and my place is trice the size of yours. I will help you with your revalidation.” Had you ever mentioned you were in love with his man? Your place was indeed a no go, too small and on the first floor with no elevator.

“I love you.” You babbled before kissing him on the cheek.

“I love you too baby, you okay with that?”

“Oh definitely yes, but all my stuff?”

“I’ll call some reinforcements and pack up. You can rest for a bit.”

“You’re prepared, I like that.” What would you honestly do without him

“Y/N, there actually one thing I’ve been dying to know, I don’t if you have made a decision yet and I know with everything going on now you maybe haven’t thought about it, but-”

“Bradley, please take a breath. And I made my decision before we left.”

“Oh.” He actually sounded disappointed.

“Why the disappointment? I am actually going to stay with you, I still want to stay in the Navy, just not operating anymore.”

“YES.” Rooster threw his hands in air -against the roof of his Bronco- in celebration.

“Hands on the steering wheel handsome, we still want to make it alive at your place.”

“You mean that what you just said?”

“Yup, I’ll follow you where your new orders will take you, revalidate there further, and invade your personal space.”

“I love the sound of that.”

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[crascet]

X-Men Movie Tier List Update- Deadpool

Let's first go back to Origins for a second here. In the character's film debut, Wade Wilson was shown as a really good mercenary with a snarky, wisecracking attitude that annoys people around him, which is typical to how he is in the comics. At first, people thought this would be a good adaption of Deadpool, but then...

... yeah, fans of Deadpool were really not into this. So, 7 years later, they rebooted the character, making him more comic accurate and made Deadpool the movie.

Already, this movie tells you that this is a very unserious, fun, rated R movie just from the freeze frame car crash, with the Juice Newton song and opening credits such as "God's Perfect Idiot" (followed by a picture of Reynolds on a People magazine with "World's Sexiest Man" on it), "An Evil British Guy," and "A Fully CGI Character." This whole sequence just establishes the tone right-off-the-bat, and the movie follows that greatly.

Reynolds as Wade does a great job here, and not just with the comedic parts. This movie just shows that Wade is not just some comedic side character, but as someone with more depth to him, mostly tragic. In the first flashback of the movie, it shows Wade as a merc-for-hire with at least a moral code with his first job in the movie being to stop a teenage stalker of a teenage girl free of charge while also not killing him, just threatening him to stop doing it. Wade is not a great guy, but he's also not the worst. He's... decent, suffice it to say.

The relationship between Wade and Vanessa is also just a very nice relationship between two messed up people with messed up lives just loving each other, by being nerds and mostly through sex, but if that's not a true love, then I don't know what is. This going into Wade's reaction to hearing he has late-stage cancer is both sad and also realistic, since when people hear that they have a terminal disease, the last thing they want to see are their loved ones suffering emotionally, which is why he went out to that black market organization to get a cure for his cancer, leaving Vanessa.

Ajax/Francis is a real asshole and this movie shows you that with how cruel he is towards Wade in wanting to activate his X-gene, which when activated, gives Wade a sort of healing factor since it is implied that Wade was injected by Logan's blood, which may have been stored since Apocalypse in that post-credit scene for that movie, but also radically altered his appearance to have his cancer cells come up to the surface of his skin. This pretty much makes it hard for him to come back to Vanessa, especially with how he left her when she was sleeping one night. So now it's sort of a revenge movie with him trying to find Francis and find a way for him to look normal again. Also, the whole reason for Francis taunting Wade with "What's my name?" being all about wanting control over Wade, since Wade found out his actual name by snatching his laundromat tag on his lab coat without him knowing is interesting.

The characters here are pretty good too. Colossus comes back and he's essentially what mainstream PG-13 superhero movies are: clean, always do the right thing types that people are familiar with, he even has an inspirational speech to Wade on how he shouldn't kill his enemies especially to Francis at the end of the movie... which didn't do anything to Wade since again, he's not a great guy, and just kills Francis. Colossus being this trope is good since that's what he usually is in the comics. Negasonic Teenage Warhead is pretty cool here with not only her cool as hell name but how she also has the New Mutants suit. Vanessa is good here as a crude spin on the love interest character who is also capable for herself since she can fight an gotten herself free thanks to Wade's katanas in the final act. Weasel is good here as a nice friend to Wade and has some funny moments in here, same goes to Dopinder and of course, Blind Al who is the best character here.

This movie is also just funny in general. From the opening sequence to the introduction to Colossus to Wade going through NTW's jerkish attitude of either doing long sullen silences or hurtful comments and that one time he calls her Ripley from Alien 3 to the hand regrowing scene to Wade's scenes with Dopinder to Wade's unmasking in the ending to Vanessa, only with a picture of Hugh Jackman stapled to his face and let's not forget, Blind Al.

Also, bonus points for using Careless Whispers from Wham! (WHAM!)

A simple, but fun movie with crude jokes and a good appreciation to Deadpool that goes so far as even including Bob. A good placement on B, just behind The Wolverine. Speaking of which, the next movie is what is considered not just the best X-Men movie here, but one of the best superhero films ever, in the sort of adaption of Old Man Logan as we see him be one of the last mutants still surviving in a world where most mutants are dead, but has him protecting someone way younger than him, but went through the same situations as him as well as the next generation of mutants, for the next movie is Logan.

[interact-with-my-illagers]

Quick Info 

Current Location: Woodland Mansion or anywhere else in the Minecraft world.

Available for interaction, asks, and role play!

Hello and welcome to my interaction blog! This is primarily featuring my Illager characters from my AU and I shall list them down below!

Due to the Illagers being hostile mobs and their violent nature as well as their tendency to attack anything in sight that isn't an Illager, there could be a lot of physical an emotional injuries which can go from mild to severe so please keep that in mind!

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RULES 

Any anon is allowed! Just, please nothing nasty or disgusting! Yes, you may have relationships with my Illagers but please don't go overboard!

Absolutely no NSFW (anything sexual) in asks, an interaction or in role-play.

You may send or tag me in role-play starters.

Please try to refrain from sending spam.

Please refrain from tagging me in any art or stories of a highly suggestive nature. It makes me very uncomfortable.

Once I start making Animation and Mods reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Please be patient! I am only one person who is going to college and has medical problems. I am mostly doing this for fun and to spread the word of the Illagers.

Illagers you can interact with:

Vidarr, a Pillager who was cast out from his clan because they believed that he was a weakling for being at the bottom of the hierarchy.

Anya, an Evoker who has a motherly type of personality and wants children of her own someday.

Luca, an Evoker who is loyal to his clan and holds himself with dignity, is head of his clan.

Enid, a Spiritcaller who went on a personal journey to train in her abilities. Reluctant at first but once she warms up to you, will defend you to the death.

Iseult, an Iceologer who has a long, deep scar going through her left eye, effectively blinding her in that eye. Is wary of outsiders thanks to her traumatic past.

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CONTENT WARNINGS 

Yes, I mostly intend for this blog to be fun and interactive, I do want to explore some topics that are darker than usual so, please keep these in mind!

Body horror, scars, descriptions of panic attacks/meltdowns, use of caps, blood, violence, mild to moderate to severe body horror, war (via the Illager's flashbacks and their nature), possible self-harm, suicidal thoughts, implied gore, implied death, implied cannibalism, these next few will have a warning just in case, on-screen gore, on-screen death, on-screen cannibalism.

I will probably make a lot of out-of-character posts as I have a lot of ideas and thoughts! I will label them accordingly in case no one wants to see them.

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ABOUT MUN 

Greetings! You guys may call me Illager, Illager Queen, or Illager Fanatic! I prefer not to disclose my real name for safety reasons so please call me by one of the other names. I use she/her, and I'm 29. Minecraft and Minecraft Dungeons has taken over my brain, and so I made this blog to enable users to find joy in the Illagers like I did and to offer a safe space for people who would like to talk and interact without fear of bullying and judgment.

Main user blog: 

(This is my main blog and also the user who created this Illager blog is from.)

[frostbite-yinny]

*gets inside the sanctuary* Hello ^^ I'd like to adopt a Pokemon... That would be able to be friends with a Hisuian Typhlosion (don't ask how idk how my jothonian quilava turned into a ancient Typhlosion) ,Driftblim, Noivern, Mimikyu and galvantula?

I'm currently in paldea for school reasons

Hey there! We can definitely find you a fit :D So, it seems that you are not looking for one specific type, has fully evolved Pokemon so I'm assuming you battle and you probably won't be able to take care of a Pokemon with heavy special needs since you are in a region for school and likely to move back and forth a lot.

With that in mind, I mostly went for paldean pokemon with a few mentions and suggestions of eggs at the end:

BEEP BEEP the dudunsparce: BEEP BEEP's egg (he is registered with full caps but responds to just beep) has been bought by a private elementary school. You know, small, generally weak, and lazy Pokemon. Perfect class pet, right? Wrong. BEEP BEEP wanted to battle the second he hatched, he was hungry, for blood. The school tried to keep him relatively satisfied by letting the students battle him but it was never enough for him. On a Monday, he was found fully evolved, sleeping in the classroom. This little psycho sneaked out every night to fight anything and everyone that he came across. Regular exercise and battling are a must for him to get ahead of his… destructive behavior.

Grafaiai A.K.A the little asshole: I talked about him in the shelter before, he is still here, please take him. This little shit used to have a teenager trainer who teaches him to flip people off. The teenage girl's mother dropped the grafaiai saying that it was a bad influence, like her 'little angel' wasn't the one who thought him to flip people off. So, yeah, I don't like him. I once had to come to the shelter at 3am cuz a newbie was freaking out about him getting sick because he has no idea what to do. Apparently, he was feeding a sick ponyta treats to raise its mood and it started to act sick for treats. I tried to scold him for his behavior. He flipped me off. Take him. (I don't actually hate him, he is adorable and deserves a good home, I'm just salty)

Dame Agatha the Tinkatuff: Dame Agatha is a Pokemon that earned the Dame title through hard work. She used to belong to a company that provided personal bodyguard services. She was dropped here after the company was sold to a bigger one and they made it private. She is a very loyal Pokemon. She is strong, level-headed, and even trained to not attack any steel types unless given the OK. I must warn you thought, she is pretty close to evolution.

Now, a few pokemon that I think could interest you: Blitz the Grumpig (he used to be a circus performer), a grimer, around 24 morelull (I hate shiny breeders with a burning passion) a VERY chonky Clodsire, a poor-sighted Rockruff and a Sentret

Finally, a few eggs if you are interested in those: A sunkern egg, 4 different eggs from Paldea (we have no idea whats in them), a Minccino egg, 2 larvesta eggs, a sneasel egg, a Flittle egg and what we think is a charcadet egg (might be any fire type)

And anyone else that is interested in adopting, can feel free to ask me for more or adopt these pokemon I put up here :D

[thebreakfastgenie]

"what did i miss" for tww but like. angst.

The fact that you felt the need to specify angst... I have strayed so far from my roots 😭 (Back in the day, I was the angst monger of TWW tumblr and I made every prompt angsty just because I could.) I hope this came out angsty enough? I can absolutely try for something angstier after I get some sleep if you want.

The sunlight filtering through the window cast funny shadows over room. Here, the bank of monitors, with their irritating, reassuring beeps. Here, the flowers that had arrived practically before he had. There, the blanket, bumpy it stretched over Josh's legs. He was sleeping again. It was the morphine, the doctors said. She wished someone would give her morphine. She was well past twenty-four hours with no sleep, and there was no guarantee she'd make it home at a reasonable hour tonight, either. Even if she did, she wasn't sure she could sleep. A drug-induced haze might chase the adrenaline out of her veins. She fiddled with the ball Toby had given her when they'd traded off shifts a little over an hour ago. The cotton swab taped to her arm was starting to itch, and she tried to remember if it was too soon to remove it. Deciding that she didn't care, she set the ball down on the bedside table and went to work picking at the bandage. The ball, unsecured, drifted from where she'd left it, rolled off the edge of the table before she could do anything to stop it. It bounced, the rubbery sound reverberating in the quiet, sterile room. Josh stirred. CJ cursed under her breath, but pasted a smile on her face before he opened his eyes. "Hey, sleepyhead," she greeted with forced cheer.

Josh stared at her. He blinked slowly. She stretched her face into a wider grin. He coughed. "What did I miss?" What could she tell him? He'd been asleep nearly four hours--he'd missed Toby entirely--and in their line of work four hours might as well be four days.

"I gave blood," she announced brightly, showing him the cotton wad she still hadn't succeeded in removing. He stared again, blankly. It was an unsettling look on him. This wasn't the kind of clever idiocy she was used to seeing when his brain couldn't catch up with itself, it was something else entirely. She hoped it was an effect of the drugs. She'd been told the prognosis was very good, especially once he'd regained consciousness, but there were a lot of scary words about hemorrhage and lack of oxygen to the brain that made her wonder if he was the same Josh who'd stepped out the door in Rosslyn. "Why?" he asked finally. "You inspired me," she told him. "They transfused you three times. I asked around. Did you know we have a blood shortage in this country?" "Yeah," Josh answered. "I used to give blood whenever I could. My mom did, too." "Really?" she didn't know why that surprised her. Maybe just because she didn't know when he'd find the time. "'Cause of my dad," he explained. She remembered suddenly that chemo patients often needed blood transfusions, and felt like the world's biggest jackass. "We were all the same blood type, so sometimes we did directed donations, but mostly we just wanted to say thanks." CJ's awkward grin softened into a real smile. "We're the same blood type too, mi amor. I guess that makes us family."

"A third of the country has the same blood type," he teased, but she saw him smile. It didn't take long for his face to darken. "How's the president?" He'd asked Sam at least a dozen times, pestering him about it even when Sam couldn't possibly have anything new to report, before he'd finally fallen asleep and Toby had taken over. He seemed convinced they were keeping something from him. "He's fine, Josh. He's been asking Abbey about you." "About me?" Josh sounded cross. "Why me?" "Because you're the one everyone's worried about." "He's the president," Josh said stubbornly. "He's the president and he got shot. That's the story." "His injuries were minor. The press corps says he was telling jokes in the ER." "There were reporters in the ER?" Josh asked, aghast. CJ shook her head. "They got it from the doctors. Or the nurses. Whoever was there." Josh hummed discontentedly. "How long have you been here, anyway?" he asked grumpily. CJ glanced at her watch. "About a hour and a half." "And Sam was here before." "Toby was here before. Sam was here before him." Josh frowned. "When was Toby here?" "You were sleeping." That seemed to bother him. "Why even leave someone here if I was asleep? You guys have a country to run, a president in the hospital..."

The you guys hurt in a way she couldn't quite explain. It was as if Josh had removed himself from the team. "We have it under control, Josh." "How long are you staying?" "About another half hour. Leo's coming." "Leo?" Josh looked like he might fly out of the bed in rage. She wished he would, but he was too weak. "Leo should be--" "With the president, I know. I listened to him make that same argument two hours ago, when Abbey kicked him out. You both need to rest. We can handle things for a while." Josh scowled sleepily. The combination of exertion and medication had worn him out, and she could see him slipping away. She sighed as his eyes closed. She watched him sleep for a few minutes, then she noticed the ball, forgotten on the floor by the foot of the bed. She bent to retrieve, and either the motion or something else roused Josh from his slumber. When she straightened, he was looking up at her groggily. "What did miss?"

[ssaalexblake]

i almost never wish i could write (it’s just not my talent. I also don’t enjoy it enough to develop it. It’s fine) but stp s3 is the type of thing that has Just enough legs to it conceptually that i want to gut it, take what i like, take some of what i didn’t and do it better so it’s good, and outright change some more to write my own, better, version. I want to write foe fiction. 

bc okay, on the face of it there are some interesting concepts! the borg high jacking federation transporter tech to assimilate people because they adapt and realise that invasions aren’t working, just ditch the Entire plot around Jack and think of some other way to make it spread/activate and it’s actually a plot within the realms of possibility to work with. 

The idea of Picard loving somebody enough that he’d Willingly go and be assimilated is FASCINATING. I am so enthralled by this concept on so many levels. But like, in the kind of way where it didn’t happen like it did in the show. Ideally Jack is not involved at all tbh. Mostly because i’m sick and annoyed of the blood family over all notions in this season. But we could easily develop Picard’s relationship with somebody else to achieve this. Since Soji is not assimilate-able it’d end up Elnor really. 

The idea of a secret baby can stay if it Has to but in the kind of way where their mother who may or may not be beverly gets to actually be a character with an outside life for more than one episode. Also, the reasons for keeping this a secret will be grounded in material that the audience actually Knows about and not something made up that happened off screen as a weak justification. One of the reasons for it will also be that Picard has an issue with treating kids like people and no kid deserves that. 

If this happens then Worf and Picard Will be discussing not being filled in about the existence of their first borns. 

Will and Deanna will be petrified for Kestra. Geordi will be allowed to be terrified for his daughters for more than 60 seconds before he forgets them. Raffi is also freaking out about Elnor. 

Raffi and Seven do not break up. There was literally zero reason for this at all tbh? ofc they’d not be able to interact once Raff went undercover, it wouldn’t change anything if they were together even IN the show, but in my version, for the record, their relationship is a plot point that gets screen time. 

Borgati would be called in as reinforcements. The question is really who would call her. Would it be Seven? Picard? Raffi, even? Queen vs Queen stand off. 

The reaction to finding out what happened with the changelings will Not be having zero introspection and then going on to commit more violations of the space geneva convention with no critical thought on the matter. I feel like the moment when Vadic tells her story about being the victim of such horrifying things at the hands of the federation was a Bad moment to show that picard and beverly are Serious parents who will do anything for their son. We can still have them have their amoral hour, just not Here jeez. Read the room guys. 

Data is dead. It was what he wanted. Leave him be. 

And look okay for all I was mad at them going through background characters to kill like a lottery, ‘we found almost everybody alive in a basement’ was an absolute travesty, like, really? At least say they were kept alive in case they needed to be interrogated for personal information to assist with the changeling’s cover stories. 

Just have Laris be in the damn season. My whole ‘so they’re side lining her for the Other ship, huh?’ thing turned out to be incorrect which, somehow??? makes ditching her even more absurd. For however crap that reason would have been, there being No reason apparent in the show is somehow more infuriating. 

Elnor is assigned to the titan. It was not Seven who did this. It was Raffi being overprotective after the scare in S2. She wants him with somebody she trusts. 

If Shaw dies then it Has to be AFTER he owns up to his own shit and apologises genuinely to Seven. And maybe Picard but i feel like he’d need more therapy for that one than the Seven one. He doesn’t have to die though, bc if Seven ends up captain at the end of this all it will not be the titan in a different dress. 

Seven’s actions involved in saving Picard’s spawn are canonically informed by losing Icheb the way she did. 

no borg sperm like i kind of said that already but Please no borg sperm 

I would do something more interesting with Raffi’s family. Like, okay sure she got a happy ending there but meeting her ex gave me food for thought that the only time we’ve seen them they’ve been on scummy capitalist hellhole planets or areas, with her ex having associations with some really bad people. I think it’d be an interesting angle to play where Raffi trying to help people and do good even when it’s unpopular is something that alienates her from her family bc they kind of actually suck and her trying to do the right thing is uh, inconvenient. 

Would love to know her daughter in law’s opinion of her though. Raffi fought tooth and nail for romulan refugees. But the people she knows don’t trust Raffi and just think she’s a mess. Could be fascinating. 

ok gonna cut myself off and some of these things are contradictory but it was more a loose idea thing than an actual list. Some of the nostalgic quips can stay. Spot can show up bc Elnor gets a cat and names it Spot to honour Data. But yeah. Stopping. 

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Back at the lair some drama was opening up. "Wait a second that's my name." Steven spoke aloud in shock. "It is?" Hugh asked in surprise. Steven nodded vigorously. "Yes, my name is Steven Andrew Boxleitner. That's what my parents gave me." Steven didn't know why Gene claimed to be him in front of people. He had to have a good reason right? Alan and Hugh seemed to have similar questions. "Why would he lie about his true name?" Hugh asked aloud, somewhat to himself mostly. "I don't think Gene had much of a choice." Carl spoke up as he pondered the situation here. "It would make sense for Gene to take a different identity if he was trying to hide from the people who kidnapped us and who were probably still trying to find him." Steven calmed down a bit. Carl was right. He could imagine Gene being scared and trying to hide. But he was still perplexed as why Gene chose his name to hide with rather than coming up with a false one. "Why were they after your son?" Alan asked Carl. Carl looked at Alan and spoke with a proud yet solemn tone. "Gene, Emily, and Victor, they are all clone children I created using a combination of my ex husband's and my own DNA. Emily and Victor turned out well but Gene had a surprise that I never expected to happen. Somewhere along the line of Gene's genetic coding, he developed a special mutation. This mutation gave him high adaptability skills. Gene could basically be injected with any type of DNA and receive a transfusion from any blood type without suffering any negative side effects. He could also learn faster and acquire more knowledge than any human being on Earth. Sadly this made Gene a prime target for the people that kidnapped us. They came to my lab one day. At first offering to buy Gene off me for a substantial amount of money. I refused in front of their faces of course. They then became hostile. Steven tried to get Gene away but he got shot. During the chaos the lab I worked in caught on fire and exploded. I knew they didn't get Gene and my son somehow survived because they interrogated us on his potential whereabouts before putting us into forced and hostile labor conditions." Both Alan and Hugh looked horrified and enraged on behalf of the scientist. "I am truly sorry you went through that horrific ordeal." Hugh exclaimed to Carl. "Thank you." Carl replied. "I know each of you and your friends still have questions about the whole thing. Steven and I do as well. But we should wait until my son has calmed down enough for us to speak together." Becky halted nuzzling and hugging Dr. Two Brains for a moment. She felt something wasn't right. She lifted her head and began to look around the room. "What's the matter kiddo? Do you want something to eat?" Dr. Two Brains asked. He hated that he couldn't understand her now. Tristan could at least since he knows Primate speak. But he and Alex were left in the dark. Dr. Two Brains panicked when Becky wriggled out of her dads' warm grasps and began to whimper as she started to search frantically around the lair for something or someone. Her whimpers growing into cries as she began acting more desperate in her search. Alex had to rush in and grab Becky when she started throwing things in her search, becoming more agitated and panicked. "What's wrong with my pinky?" Dr. Two Brains yelped with worry and great concern. Tristan had a similar expression to his husband, but than a thought crossed his mind. The last time he saw Becky began crying was when..."I think she is upset because Matthew is gone and she can't find him." A dark look flashed across Two Brains face as he stared at his husband like he gone insane. "Are you serious! Why would she be upset over that sadistic maniac?" Dr. Two Brains asked in an exasperated tone. "It's because she bonded with him son." Dr. Two Brains turned his head to see his father, Steven, Alan, and Hugh come out when they most likely heard the commotion. " Just why would my little girl bond with that man?" Carl could hear the anger and frustration in Gene's question and it was well deserved. @dualnaturedscientist

Fair City vs The Facility Revised

Matthew felt someone tug at his clothes. He looked down and saw an anthropomorphic monkey girl stare at him with pleading eyes. Matthew sighed. "Really again?" He asked in a slightly annoyed tone of voice. The little girl didn't seem to notice and just nodded her head vigorously. "Okay hop on." Matthew spoke in a defeated tone as he bent down and let the monkey girl climb on his back. The little girl put her arms around Matthew's neck gently but firmly so as to not fall of while he walked. Matthew tenderly got up and began to catch up with the other members of the party who had stopped when they noticed him and the girl lagging a bit behind. "Everything alright?" Carl asked with some concern. Matthew just gave a shrug towards his former partner. "She wanted another piggy back ride. She's probably getting tired again." Matthew stated. He didn't mind giving the strange child a piggy back ride. It brought back fond memories of when he did it with his own kids. But that was back when he was younger and didn't have to walk for so many miles on foot. Carl gave him a sympathetic look. He knew that they were all getting exhausted and a bit hungry as well. It didn't help that he and Matthew were both old men in their sixties. His nephew Steven, the young girl, and the bizarre looking monkey could make it on foot better than they could. Sadly even the youngest members of their group were also feeling the effects of hunger. Unfortunately none of them could right now afford the luxuries of finding a place to stop and eat nor hitchhiking with a kind stranger. For good reasons. They had fled a week and a half ago from a horrible place that could be described as hell on earth. A well hidden lab facility where each of them were taken and basically kept as prisoners. 'Well in Matthew's case it was more of a transfer.' Carl thought. Though deep down he still dreaded to think what would have happened to Matthew if they were still back there. He and Steven were kidnapped and forced to work for that facility twenty years ago. They were treated no better than the prisoners with the exception of not becoming latest test subjects if they behaved. Matthew was transferred there about a month back which was how he met his ex again. Carl was aghast and more enraged with these people. Were his tormentors not only power hungry but also stupid? Carl would soon realize that his views of the facility would be very accurate. Sometime ago an explosion had occurred at the facility. During the chaos and confusion, Matthew broke out and rescued Carl and Steven. None of the trio of men knew what was causing this outbreak until they ran into a young girl. Not only was her abnormal monkey appearance a surprise, but the fact that she was floating in mid air like nothing also caught them off guard. Carl believed he and the others shared the idea that this poor girl had caused the explosion that lead to their escape. Who knows how long she was a prisoner at that awful place. The three men were able to escape with her and were soon joined by a genetically altered monkey who seemed to take particular interest in protecting the child. The group set off to find a way to get to a safer location and far away from that facility as possible. They had to avoid any help out of slight fear of running into people that worked at the facility who survived. It was also difficult to seek aid due to the appearance of the monkey and Matthew who would for sure cause an unnecessary mass panic. Carl also had another mission in mind. He hoped to find the family of the little girl and her monkey friend. That too proved difficult as she couldn't speak in human tongue nor did she seem to understand much of what they said. Carl and the others took note with both anger and sorrow that the young girl and monkey seemed wary and fearful of Carl and Steven at first. Carl didn't realize why until he looked at Steven and his own lab gear. He saw how the girl and monkey seemed to be transfixed in fear at the clothing. @erraticeris @dualnaturedscientist

[carnifcrous]

i donated blood for the first time yesterday, and for those of you who dont know, ive said for a long time that i have a sort-of-phobia with things relating to my internal organs/liquids being taken out of my body/internal bleeding/just in general imagining things relating to whats underneath my skin disproprtionately. ive punched my best friend reflexively for touching the tendons on my wrist the wrong way and i pissed off my ex when we went to disneyworld the whole trip because i refused to hold hands with him the most/the entire time.

when i was actually there and really wanting to leave, i thought about that post i reblogged abt romanticizing ur life. i dont think its entirely what the post was aiming to do, but i tried to see everything in a more positive light. for starters, i know my bf will be proud of me for going through with it and maybe even think im cute for doing something like this knowing fully well it scares the shit out of me. i also tried thinking about how ive stuck needles in me so many times for my t shots and how i used to even take a safety pin in elementary school and stick my skin with it, so another needle just poking me somewhere else shouldnt be too much different. then i also thought abt how my other best friend had talked before about how pretty he thinks blood is, and when i saw all of what i had given in a sack, i was able to kind of appreciate that.

disclaimer: im not saying that ppl with (real?) phobias can just get over stuff with a little positive thinking. but for me PERSONALLY regarding this issue ive had for so long, it helped a little. more than anything, it made me notice just HOW MUCH of a negative schema i had created around all of these things. my thought process was completely different, and it was just this weird moment of clarity kind of when i felt this contrast of positive thinking and what kind of dread i would normally feel. im just really glad i had that experience

[yandere-sins]

Past and Future

Horrortober Day 2: Decision  |  “It’s your decision. Choose wisely.”

Day 2 woop! Got a chance to work on my Kazuha a bit more. I hope to write for him more in the future!

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Stalking Mention Characters: Kadehara Kazuha x Reader

Kazuha couldn’t not notice the yearning in your gaze as you looked across the plaza at your old friends. These scumbags. Wannabe goody-two-shoes. Oh, how much he despised them. And yet, you longed for their laughter in your ears, the wrinkles in their eyes as they grinned and smiled at each other cheerfully. They were celebrating something Kazuha didn’t know about. But undoubtedly, you remembered after having been close to them since early childhood. 

And yet, you didn’t belong to their circle anymore. You hadn’t been invited to wine and laughter, food and celebration. Instead, you absentmindedly squeezed his hand tighter, and Kazuha took that as a sign. “Come on,” he mumbled, watching how sadness overcame you with every passing second. Frustration and anger, but mostly disappointment, snaked their way into your expression. You had been so excited for today, going out with him, exploring Liyue Harbor with your boyfriend, but the mood was ruined now. 

When you didn’t react, Kazuha used his free arm to lay it around you, pushing you forward despite your feet being unwilling to move. Part of you wanted to go to your friends, to join them in their festivity. But without being invited, you were way too hesitant to approach, and it hurt you even more. Your head hung low as you two finally disappeared in the crowd of people working and shopping, the night market making for a great scene. Still, you couldn’t take it in anymore after remembering your past heartbreak now.

Kazuha wasn’t the type to leave you alone, never wishing to be separated from the warmth and comfort you gave him by being by his side, but in your depressed state, it was hard to do anything with you. Placing you on a bench, Kazuha left to get you something to drink. His mind was wrecking itself of how to help you as he bought your favorite, seasonal beverage, still hot and steaming in its cup, and brought it back to you. 

Unfortunately, no one heard the clattering sound as he dropped it, watching you talk with some of your old friends. When did they come over to talk? Why were they here? How did they notice you? Why now of all times? This was his evening. His time with you. And yet, you hadn’t been as happy with him all night as you were when you talked to them. Kazuha’s expression changed from worried to upset as he had to watch you laugh with them, even though the mood seemed awkward from afar. Maybe they were apologizing, or perhaps just trying to replicate the good old times with you, but you seemed very receptive to their presence, smiling in a way that you never did when you were with Kazuha. 

It had taken a lot to break you guys apart. Not willingly, but they weren’t a good influence for you. He had never done anything to them, but one day they had decided they didn’t like the way he looked at you. That Kazuha was too ‘possessive’ and that the ‘took up all your time’. They told you to stay away from the outsider, to ignore the soft, wonderful feelings you two had for each other—the strong bond you were forming with your boyfriend. Your friends decided he wasn’t good for you but were they really your friends when they made you choose between them and your love? Gods, he hated what they did to you. Hated how miserable they could make you. You had been so nervous and anxious after they started harassing you to leave him, crying at night and into his shoulder when you didn’t know what to do. The first time you said you loved him was while you were assuring him that you still had feelings for him; that being the reason why it was so hard on you to be forced to make this decision. It wasn’t a romantic moment, but one filled with tears. Kazuha would never forgive them for robbing him of his amazing confession from your lips.

However, in the end? You chose him—naturally. You chose him for this very reason. Because you love him. Kazuha never made you decide. Sure, he didn’t like your friends, but he didn’t go out of his way to engage with them. He only ever had eyes for you, following you whenever you met with your so-called friends and making sure you’d be safe from them. However, he was better than them, and even if they made you cry on your way home, he never once went back to hurt them just as much as they hurt you, even if his blood was boiling. Kazuha would rather spend his time comforting you, asserting his place in your heart, than stick to the ones who were desperately trying to tear him out of said place. 

But maybe he should have.

Maybe he should have demanded that you decide on one side. After all, you were already distancing yourself from these people that kept hurting you in the name of ‘only wanting the best for you’. He was the best for you. There was nothing that could be better for you than Kazuha. He was strong; he was safe for you. No one else tended to you as gently and lovingly as he did. Comforted you when you were down. You had to wear the burden of everyone around you, but Kazuha only committed to you and your worries. He was the saving grace and the helping hand you needed in your desperation. The person your friends should have been if you had actually mattered to them. 

In return, you were the same for him. You gave his life a meaning that he had long searched for. A new friend and a love to wake his lonely heart again. No one could ever stir him like you did, and he was thankful. Thankful for the opportunity to be by your side, to warm you on cold nights, and to tell you about the past he never shared with anyone else. You were the listener he wanted; gave him the attention he needed. And Kazuha...

Kazuha wouldn’t lose you now. He couldn’t lose someone again. Not you.

Marching up to you and your friends gathering around, he listened to the meaningless conversation you had. “We’re sorry for saying such harsh things,” and “We were worried about you.” Loads of empty words, in his opinion. But seeing your eyes tear up at them made his heart sting and his blood boil all over again. It made him furious. Furious for you. You deserved so much better than these lies. They didn’t care about you!

Pushing through them without roughly, Kazuha only looked at you, finding your eyes instantly. You were surprised by his appearance but quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and returning to the silly, little smile you usually graced him with. One that was as empty as your friend’s words. One you adapted just to please him and not worry him further, but once he’d put an end to this, Kazuha knew you’d be able to smile at him properly again with a sincere one. 

“Choose,” he prompted, and you raised an eyebrow in confusion while your friends began to grow tense and murmur between themselves. 

“These people-” he made a vague gesture between the few gathered around, “-aren’t good for you, and you know it. They dropped you when you needed them the most while I’ve been with you all this time.”

“You can’t be serious,” you breathed, but Kazuha didn’t confirm your wish. He was serious, even if that meant upsetting you. This was for the best. “It’s your decision. Them or me. Choose wisely.”

“That’s unfair!” one of your friends cried out, upset about his intention, and Kazuha looked at them sharply from the corner of his eye, silencing them effectively. “It’s not unfair,” he shut their argument down, looking only at you as he spoke. “They made you choose first and broke your heart. I never have and never will hurt you. But I am not so sure about the people who already did it once.”

Kazuha’s words had impact; he could see it in your eyes. You, too, remembered the bad times that felt like your heart was ripped into pieces by the people you put so much trust in. And instead, it had been him who was there, making sure you ate and drank in your troubled times, and got rest when you needed it. Even if there was no luxury in his life, he still had been a better friend than any of them. Kazuha completely missed that he suggested dropping you the same way your friends had when he made you choose. He didn’t want to believe you would choose anyone over him after all he did for you. You belonged to him, and he belonged to you. That’s how love worked. 

“I love you.” 

A dirty trick. One that your friends couldn’t use. Kazuha directly pulled at your heartstrings, making you miss a breath as you grew even more blindsided. “I don’t want to lose you, again,” he didn’t hesitate to add, noticing how your friends’ faces grew worried and upset at his words. He was hinting at the bad time you two had gone through. The one that made a part of you die. But you only looked down, hands balling into fists as you felt conflicted. There was no need for you to wreck your pretty head over these nobodies, Kazuha decided, holding out his hand. You only needed him—as much as he needed you. 

Timidly, you reached for his hand, and he gripped yours tightly, pulling you up from your seat and after him, away from these fake friends and their fake worry without another word to them. “It’s better like this,” he assured you, dragging you through the crowd so you wouldn’t be able to look back at your past. He was before you, your future, and he wouldn’t let anyone take you from him and ruin this for you. 

But when you were unresponsive, he threw a glance back over his shoulder, noticing the tears streaming down your eyes. You two came to a stop as he turned around, cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. Even though your hands came to rest against his chest, pushing, you never managed to escape his grip, forced to kiss him until neither of you could hold your breath anymore. Leaning his forehead against yours, you were left speechless, but not Kazuha.

“I love you. I love you so much. Promise me you’ll never go back to them.” It was hard to commit to that, but his hands grew tighter around your face, desperate to hear it. “You chose me,” he insisted, pain swinging in his voice. “You’re not leaving me.”

There was no way of saying where those emotions came from, but he didn’t give you time to think them over. This was the future he chose, by your side. And that night, you chose it too, even if you ended up not liking it once you found out that your friends had been right all along.

[svnnnne]

i did not forget about this and nO I AM TOTALLY INTO IT KEEP GOING OP - i love this so so much because i honestly would have not thought about it as coherently as you did!!!! love search() and paint()!!!

unfortunately i will be using this as a way to put down all my silly incomprehensible brainworm worldbuilding notes but maybe it'll inspire something (or someone can help me piece stuff together aaa)

hahaha spoilers under the read more???

General AU Notes

in my head the au is slightly based on this analysis. mostly i was just really into the idea that cloudbank works as it should (a perfect democracy where everyone votes what they want) because they're computer programs. things run smoothly, until people start to become self aware... or at least are very close to becoming self aware.

most of the thieves meet ren through his music somehow - they just feel a connection that something is off about cloudbank... but they can't put their finger on it (hehe almost self awareness). the only people that might have met under different circumstances is haru (most likely through school at traverson hall - she feels like the type to encourage ren to go for music instead of city planning actually) and futaba (i cannot separate these two not blood related siblings). anyway maybe they don't find answers but they find each other at least !!

Thieves Notes

ren was on track to become a city planner but an incident made him change his mind- i have yet to figure out what this incident is because red's bio doesn't say anything about it but i'll be interesting to see how it made him select music and linguistics. aside from personal interest in music, i think he uses music to navigate his feelings and respond to events in cloudbank, which in turn resonates with the citizens of cloudbank. otherwise, he's a great performer on stage, but rather quiet and elusive off stage, especially after an altercation at one of his performances. he's been working on his most recent album after an hiatus.

the game (or at least the wiki ) suggests unknown is not a registered citizen so considering goro is an orphan...i'm sure there's some shido reasons here that i haven't figured out. i also considered making his past in reference to henter jallaford for the "detective" reference but not sure how it would work since henter "disappears" so i just scrapped it. i did think it would be funny if makoto and him worked at the same precinct - they'll get on each others' nerves but will respect and work extremely well together. anyway, at the moment he's just a mysterious man with no records who bodyguards ren hehe

considering there is a specific role in transistor of someone literally painting the skies - yusuke!!! he is very content painting the skies and takes requests - until he receives a very specific request that inspires him enough to break the law and is now banned for a specific amount of time from skypainting. cue internal struggles on what is his purpose in life now. meeting ren helps him realize he can do art in other ways, which is why he ends up doing the art direction for ren's music

ann could've been a model but a lot of the characters in transistor are "creators" in some way so i thought it would be interesting if she was a designer like her parents. maybe something like not being taken seriously because she has her designer parents backing her designs and she wants to make it on her own. another idea i wanted to explore was the concept of going to the country. citizens in cloudbank just all agree that's where you go after a period of time. but even if you are ready, are others ready for you to go? so have shiho as ann's fashion muse that recently decided she completed her life to the fullest and went to the country. my girl is strong so she will be ok!!!

ryuji is a retired athlete! i based him off olmarq but i am not sure if i want to make the reason for his retirement simply a bad injury or if i should follow closer to olmarq's canon background. either way he did have to leave his career behind. he gets a little lost but finds his way. ryuji becomes a broadcaster because he can be close to the sports industry but found people enjoyed listening to his commentary on the events in cloudbank. he seems to be very good at collecting rumours because of this. he should be careful not to know too much though.

makoto's the truth seeker in this au as she's a detective. in the game there's a string of disappearances in which she is trying to figure out but can't solve. as we know the central administration took the northwestern edge of goldwalk offline and evacuated the residents because of the disappearances but she's still very suspicious. she is investigating this case, but finds no answers (or not yet at least).

futaba basically works for the central administration as an archivist. internet search tells me an archivist's job is to acquire, appraise, arrange, describe, preserve and facilitate access to records that have ongoing and permanent value. i find that very interesting to the transistor lore - it means she's privy to a lot of secretive information. i took a lot of inspiration from asher kendrell who was piecing the history of cloudbank but him being fed up because it made no sense the more he dug into it. she's young and with great talents!! most likely she has a hunch but may be staying quiet until she has allies- will she ever get to the bottom of it though?

haru is our city planner basically - i thought of p5s with mariko for this haha. haru's based off nicola chein's profile in transistor mostly word for word so not much to say!!

mona is just a cat in my doodles but maybe i can figure out a better role for him aside from sneaky cat futaba uses to spy on things

Camerata Notes

sumi is sybil in this au (probably guessed it because of her role). i think about how sybil became infatuated with red's music first before red as a person. the music itself must have spoken to her - maybe sumire felt comforted about her feelings towards her sister through ren's music? sumire is my baby girl so i am like somewhat upset putting her in this role but i also think it could suit her very well. her ella persona also reminds me of process!sybil too haha

i also??? have this extremely vague but convoluted idea that the city of cloudbank only knows of the existence of a "sumi yoshizawa" and not that there is actually a kasumi yoshizawa and a sumire yoshizawa. why there are two? mostly because sybil is considered to be the life of the party and i think it suits kasumi more? (though i feel sumire can be just as fun if not for her sister lol). perhaps kasumi decided her time was up and she accomplished all she wanted and decided to go to the country and sumire took up the mantle because sumire didn't choose her selections yet but kasumi did??? just my random incomprehensible thoughts

i have no idea who should really be in the camerata aside from sumire. our classic evil antag shido (and the rest of the antags like madarame, etc) feels so wrong here. in my head i think the lineup would be maruki, zenkichi, ichinose, and sumire just because they were written as somewhat antagonistic but not like, evil evil. who would be who though... hm...

initially i thought royce could be maruki but when i think of ichinose i am like oh, yeah that could also work!!

i also did think the ovc terminals can be based off sophia haha

Other fun stuff

ren regularly performs at multiple locations because i said so. he performs at crossroads and jazz jin regularly but his big performances are at the canonical location: the empty set in cloudbank. lala and muhen beef it out on trying to get ren to sing at their locations exclusively simply because i think it is funny and has no actual impact on anything. i like to think they truce down the road because they can rake in double the income if they just shared ren lmao

ren is called red by fans simply because he wore red and they enjoyed it a little too much on him hehe

goro's chosen weapon is his brass knuckles, but will use weighted-knuckle gloves as part of work protocol. he can also handle a gun because no reason other than sexy.

goro is probably a smoker until he finds out it's bad for singers. not that ren smokes but it's funny to me to make goro reason it out that the second hand smoke hurts his bf's ability to sing.

leblanc replaces junction jans because i said so.

yusuke wears black because it is my stupid joke that creatives who work at an agency generally just end up wearing black all the time. my more poetic reason is that he is just mourning the fact he can't paint the sky anymore

the request yusuke got to paint the sky is actually from ann because she is giving shiho one last gift before she goes to the country (cue my own tears). the game states the sky becomes a "shimmering sapphire for the solstice" so i imagine it's like a pretty night sky? yusuke isn't mad about it because it was his choice to do it but i feel that ann feels very differently. i'm sure they sort it out though ;;;

ren saw that same sky and wrote a song about it. in my head i kept thinking of the words "into the crystalline blue" so that's what the song is called. it's the same song yusuke hears the first time he goes to see ren perform. this is not canon to the transistor game but it's my au so hehe. i have a vision ok. i want to draw some sky meets the sea bs

hilariously i had a note that says mishina and the newspaper girl at shujin should do ren's pr ??? im sure they can work something out with ryuji. but this also insinuates that all the other confidants exist and i have not thought beyond lala, muhen, and sojiro?? like who would iwai be...?

sojiro most likely retired from the central administration. plot potential, but also how far do i want to take this because i think i should just let the poor man retire

makoto definitely has a thing for bikes. i don't think she'd be a racer but i think she tinkers with bikes now and then.

hilariously the game wiki says olmarq is in the same area as red (highrise) so i like to think ren and ryuji are neighbours but only found out when ryuji got locked out of his house by accident. they're big fans of each other so ren invites him inside while he waits for a locksmith. they vibe well together because ryuji is a sweet boy.

haru and ren surely must have suffered through school together. i think it'll be cute if they did part time jobs at leblanc while they were schooling too. i'm sure they trauma bonded through school before ren decided to say maybe i should do music??? and haru is betrayed but she's also the sweetest so she will also encourage him to do music too haha

I saw your transistor au and I'm in love with it 😍 What abilities do you think the thieves would have? Would they be the same as the game or something else? 👀

ehe thank you im glad you enjoy my scribbles about it (i will draw more soon bc brainworms)

for the q - honestly i have not thought that far if we are talking about functions ٩( ᐛ )و

im assuming anyone who has played the game can probably match who i based the thieves on but it only goes so far as who they are in cloudbank and how they contribute to the city as citizens but very loosely. it’s more fun to me to play sandbox pre-transistor events but i digress!!

thinking about it now, im not sure if i want their abilities to stick too closely to the game? for example, i based yusuke off farrah yon dale - because the concept of a skypainter who could not paint anymore is very delicious - but her function switch() doesn’t feel like yusuke? compared to say ryuji where i took some inspo from olmarq and wave tennegan but respectively the function load() and cull() could potentially work for him. open to being convinced though if you have any thoughts ✨

[rubykgrant]

A relationship chart for these two (because I’m predictable~)

Some explanations-

-The only time we see them with unique heights and body-types is Room Zero, which took place within the Epsilon Unit (and we see later, he gets some facts mixed-up)... however, I’d like to think this much is fairly accurate, so I imagine Simmons being taller, and Grif being pleasantly plump (he’s actually not that “short”, but Simmons is a big ‘ol tree)

-I’m kinda putting their ages for where they are in my story-line, because we never get a concrete idea for the main series (pretty sure they were both about 20-22 in Blood Gulch though, not older than that)

-I’ve said it before; Simmons is trans and gay (just all in denial and oblivious about being attracted to men, and Grif is bi~

-In terms of “hornyness”, the only reasons Simmons’ level seems so high is because of SEXUAL FRUSTRATION, but once he and Grif get to be all romantic and intimate, he relaxes, and they’re about the same on a regular basis

-Simmons is awkward, and water is wet. Grif is definitely capable of feeling awkward in specific situations, but mostly he’s to chill to care

-Simmons isn’t “possessive” (and he isn’t all weird about Grif doing stuff on his own or whatever), but he definitely needs EVERYBODY to know that Grif is HIS BOYFRIEND, SO BACK OFF. Grif kinda enjoys clingy-Simmons, so it’s fine

-They tend to just get all wrapped up in each other while they sleep, so who is the big/little spoon is random

-Neither of them fit into each other’s clothes very well, but jacket-sharing happens

- “Nerd” and “Dumb-ass” are basically pet-names at this point... but they also get a little thrill out of saying cutesy stuff like babe and darling occasionally

-Simmons is a mega intro-vert, and Grif finds it easy to go and bop around with other people (but they both find it easier to go out or stay home with each other. they’re so co-dependent, it ain’t even a joke)

-They’re both pretty even when it comes to expression affection with words and also doing little things for each other

-Again, in my own story-line; Grif tried to confess first, but it went right over Simmons’ head. He finally got a clue, tried again, and they were finally boyfriends~

-They aren’t SUPER afraid of bugs (unlike bats and snakes), but Grif will wither ignore them or freak out if it seems like a danger-bug. Simmons will try to shoo it outside, or if there’s no other way, be the one to make bug go squish

-Grif is ABSOLUTELY the driver (Simmons isn’t terrible, but yeah, he’d rather just let Grif do it)

-Simmons isn’t an amazing chef, but he learns how to make perhaps 7 decent meals, while Grif is PASSIONATE about food being GOOD

-Once they work through different levels of bashfulness, they’re pretty comfortable with being all touchy-touchy

-Simmons shows his affection by WORRYING, but Grif can also have some fussy moments where he shows his concern

-Grif has been dating since middle school, experiencing both good and bad relationships... Simmons has been in a weird kind of limbo; desperate to be with SOMEBODY but utterly TERRIFIED about being intimate. When they’re finally on the same page and get together, Grif wants this to be GOOD, dang it! So he takes lots of steps to make sure they enjoy their time together, and have nice dating experiences (Grif doesn’t get to be all romantic much, and Simmons thrives on the attention, so it works just fine and dandy)

[somnambulants]

omg i think it’s considered a little bit of a pride mont hate crime that you don’t have MORE nat fics 🥺 so hehehe how about i request some pouty jealous!nat?

Notes: omg thank u! happy pride 💛 this went super off topic BUT i hope you still like it! jealous!nat is my new favorite thing. 

Summary: Natasha may have a little bit of jealous streak. You discover you don’t mind. Word count: 3.8K

You are not a jealous person.

That’s not to say that you aren’t prone to bouts of insecurity, you definitely are, and especially at the beginning of your relationship with Natasha. For the first few months after you’d begun dating, you’d been on edge the entire time; in a constant state of wondering, agonising, for the day she’d finally realise you weren’t good enough for her and up and leave.

Through all of that, you’d never given a lot of thought to whether your girlfriend is the jealous type. Mostly because Natasha is the most beautiful person you’d ever seen but also because it’s not like she would ever have a reason to be jealous; the minute you’d met, you had never so much as wanted to look at another person.

The thought never crossed your mind. It was laughable to you.

As unbelievable of an idea as it is, you’ve been together for just a few months when it slowly begins to dawn on you that you may not be the jealous type, but Natasha most definitely is.

--

In all – although admittedly, there weren’t a lot – of her relationships, Natasha has never cared enough to worry about being jealous over a significant other. 

This is why the visceral reaction she has to watching people flirt with you comes as such a surprise to her.

The first time it happens, you’d only just begun dating and were at one of the many events the avengers were required to attend. Still wanting to stay as low-key as possible, you’d both privately agreed to not spend the night attached to one another. 

Something Natasha is now beginning to regret. Immensely.

Currently, you’re across the room, talking to a woman Natasha vaguely recognises as a reporter and all she can focus on is the way the woman is looking at you. 

It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up because Natasha knows that look; has given you that look many times over the course of your relationship – a hungry, I want you right now, kind of look.

“Nat!”

Steve suddenly materialises beside her and the fact that she didn’t see him coming is evidence of how distracted she is. It makes her scowl even harder. Taking in her expression, he all of a sudden looks like he’s trying not to laugh as he follows her gaze to where you were standing. “You feeling okay? You’re looking a little…green.”

She resists the urge to kick him in the stomach. “Bite me, Rogers.”

He snickers and starts to say something else, but whatever it is, it’s lost on her as the sound of your voice across the room acts as a honing beacon and regains her attention immediately.

She watches, grip tightening around her drink, as you throw your head back, laughing at some joke the woman must’ve made. Seeing this as a green light, the woman leans in, brushing a lone piece of hair over your shoulder. 

It doesn’t matter that Natasha can see how your spine immediately straightens up, or how you step back to widen the gap between you and your admirer.It doesn’t matter that you very clearly don’t return the attention being given to you. 

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters because all Natasha can see and feel is red. If she had the ability to burn people with her eyes, that woman would have been incinerated on the spot. There wouldn’t even be tiny little dust particles left behind.

In the midst of her rage, she doesn’t even register the glass in her hand shattering until she’s covered in glass and red wine and there’s blood running down her wrist.

The sound of the glass breaking makes a good portion of the room’s occupants turn around to stare, you included. Instantly, you’re at her side, cradling her hand between your own.

“What happened?”

In its current state, Natasha’s brain seems to be lacking its usual quick thinking, and she just stares at you dumbly for a second until she spots the reporter you’d been talking to skulking in the background, watching with a petulant look on her face, evidently irritated by the interruption and the white-hot rage comes flooding back even more ferocious than before.

God, that insipid woman is lucky this event was specified no weapons allowed because if Natasha had a gun right now, she --

“--Natasha?”

You’re looking at her with worry in your eyes and as much as she’d love to go ‘accidentally’ push that woman off the edge of this very tall building’s balcony to a very certain death, she feels her insides soften into mush as they often do when you’re around.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Accident.”

It’s a flimsy excuse and one that wouldn’t fly on a normal day, especially not with you. She watches you purse your lips, giving her a doubtful look but you seem to make the decision to let it go as you lead her out of the room with the intent to find something to clean her up with.

--

You may not be a trained spy or even the most perceptive person on your best day, but you can still sense it when something is up – especially with Natasha. After the party, you’d had an inkling that maybe your girlfriend wasn’t telling you the whole truth and that something else was actually going on but after seeing the look in her eye, you hadn’t pushed her.

In spite of her unwillingness to share, a few weeks later your inkling is confirmed.

“I’ll order this time,” you yell over the loud music at the bar you were currently at. It was not your scene at all – or Natasha’s but Carol had recommended it on her last trip back to this earth and after a long, long week, you’d both agreed you deserved a night out, away from avengers’ duties and this is where you’d ended up.

Natasha gives you a nod and you stand, only having to wait at the bar for a few seconds before the bartender makes a b-line for you, ignoring the grumbles from the patrons that had been clearly waiting a lot longer than you.

“What can I get you?”

You recite Natasha’s drink, then your own and the bartender makes them with record speed. When you try to hand her the bill to pay, she waves her hand dismissively and gives you a grin. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t –“

The bartender, who you now realise is quite pretty, runs a finger along the back of your hand and gives you a wink that is definitely more flirty than friendly. “Believe me, it’s my pleasure.”

You sigh in defeat, giving her a smile in thanks and turn back around, making your way back to your table in the corner of the room where your girlfriend is still sitting but now with a face like thunder. 

To anyone else, Natasha would probably look neutral but to you – well, you can see the irritated look in her eye and the slight crease between her brows and you know she’s pissed.

In the future, you’d look back and want to slap yourself for not seeing it straight away but in the present it just makes you a little worried.

“Everything okay?” you ask, setting the drinks down on the table. You think about all the possibilities of what could’ve happened in the short time you’d been gone and try not to panic. “Did something –"

“No,” Natasha says and then seems to realise the sharpness in her voice because her face softens in apology. She leans over to give you a quick kiss and it makes you relax slightly. “Everything’s fine.”

Comprehension starts to trickle in when she scoots over so she can wrap an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, and when you follow her line of sight, you realise she’s glaring over your head at the bartender, who pales immediately and doesn’t so much as look in your direction again.

Oh, you feel your eyes widen as it finally hits you: oH.

You look down into your drink and try to hide your disbelieving smile as you finally understand: she’s jealous. 

If it were anyone else, you think you probably wouldn’t feel like this – would likely be outright irritated and a little offended at the behaviour -- but with Natasha you can’t help but find it kind of … cute.

A little giddily, you lean over to press a kiss to her jaw and feel her relax a little against you. “Wanna go after this one?”

Natasha’s face doesn’t change but you see a little shift in her eyes as she nods and pulls you in for another kiss, this one a little more heated – for your benefit or the bartenders, you don’t know, and don’t particularly mind either way as you let yourself get lost in it.

--

After that night, it becomes so apparent to you and you don’t know how you’d missed it all this time. It happens all the time. All. The. Time.

On the street, if someone so much as glances your way, she’s already staring back at them with an expression that would be terrifying even to you if she directed it your way.

At work one day one of the new recruits, a kid, really, comes up to you and asks you, voice trembling if you’d let him take you out someday and the next day Natasha knocks him on his ass so hard and so many times that you’re kind of surprised – and a little impressed—that the poor kid doesn’t quit right on the spot.

Even in your apartment building, one of your maybe-slightly too friendly neighbours gets similar treatment in the elevator one night when you and Natasha are returning to the building at the same time as her. 

Just as you enter the elevator, you hear the voice of your neighbour calling out.

“Hold the door!”

Panting, your neighbour enters the small space. “Thank you so much, I have had the worst, oh –” her eyes land on Natasha beside you and she looks at her with something you can’t quite place in her eyes. “Who’s your …friend?”

“Oh!” you exclaim and you know you must sound surprised. Was it not obvious from how Natasha was always here that you were dating? “This is Natasha. My girlfriend. Nat, this is Charlotte, my neighbour.”

You can see Natasha in the reflection of the elevator walls, so you see the smug self-satisfied look she gives your neighbour as she wraps an arm around you possessively.

So, yes while you notice it all now, you still don’t say anything because a small – and by small, you mean large, massive actually – part of you kind of likes it; likes the fact that the Natasha Romanoff, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life is somehow yours and even more unbelievably, somehow she thinks you’re worth getting worked up like that over.

--

At this point, you’ve been dating for over a year and somehow it must’ve slipped the memo to let all of the avengers know because somehow every time you’re at the office, it seems like a new person is finding out about your relationship. 

It’s really hard to keep up with everyone and their individual missions, which is how you find yourself in your current predicament.

“--ah, well-well,” a familiar voice calls out and you look up from the report you’d been studying. “If it isn’t the most attractive and coincidentally my favourite honorary avenger.”

In the doorway of your office, Sam is grinning at you in that playful, flirty but also joking kind of way that’s distinctly Sam Wilson. You grin back and stand to let him pull you into a hug.

“Did you just get back?” you ask, vaguely remembering him telling you he was going on a mission at least six months ago. You think it was in Istanbul, but you can’t quite remember the specifics. 

Sam pulls back and goes to open his mouth but doesn’t get the chance to speak as Natasha appears in the doorway.

“Samuel,” she drawls his name, eyeing his arm around you. She visibly brightens up when she looks at you, though. “Y/N”

You can’t see yourself, but you know your face must light up as your eyes land on her by the sudden realisation that crosses Sam’s face. The casual kiss she drops on your cheek comes as confirmation.

His mouth drops open as he looks between you both. “Oh damn, you two?” he asks, smiling genuinely. “Damn!”

To the naked eye, Natasha doesn’t seem amused by his revelation, but you know her well enough by now to be able to spot the glimmer of humour in her eyes. 

Sam, however, doesn’t seem to be adept at reading her as you are and so when she advances a little closer, his eyes widen and he immediately backs away.

“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” he exclaims, hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry!”

The expression on Natasha’s face turns sinister in nature. You watch and try not to laugh at her theatrics, attempting to adopt a sympathetic expression when he desperately looks to you for help.

“Well,” Natasha says, faux-friendly. As she passes by him, she gives him what looks like a bone-shatteringly hard arm squeeze – if the pained expression on Sam’s face is any indication -- and comes to stand beside your desk. “Now you know, buddy.”

“That I do,” he says, backing up until he reaches the door. “Anyways, I gotta, uh –"

Not even finishing his sentence, he high-tails it out of the room so fast you barely see him leave. You turn to Natasha with a frown. She looks back at you innocently, but you catch the way her lip twitches a little bit before she breaks into a full blown smirk.

“You’re going to give someone have a heart attack one day, you know,” you say, half-serious. “I’m kind of surprised you haven’t already.”

Unbothered, Natasha shrugs and reaches out to tug you closer to her in order to kiss you, a little more intensely than you would normally allow at work. You melt into it with a sigh, smiling a little. 

Eventually, you have to pull away when you start to struggle to breathe and your head starts spinning. Natasha makes an unhappy sound, trying to follow, but you stand firm.

“Nope, you’ve got to go before I’m the one that has the heart attack.”

With a pout, she gives you one more kiss before she gives into your request.

--

You’ve never seen Natasha drunk before – hadn’t even thought she could get drunk but tonight she’s definitely wasted -- all thanks to Thor and whatever is in the mead he’d bought with him.

One thing you quickly realise about drunk Natasha is drunk Natasha also means confrontational Natasha.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about –”

Her and Tony are almost nose to nose at this point, about ten minutes into what was now a heated conversation, and you’re kind of wondering if either of them even knows what they’re arguing about. You don’t think so and by the looks on the other avengers faces, they seem to have as much of an idea as you do.

As Natasha and Tony continue to argue, you look to your left and the young waiter who’d been hovering by your table a little too attentively all night is immediately by your side. 

So Natasha can’t see you, you quickly mouth the word water to him and thankfully he seems to understand because he gives you a quick nod and then disappears, reappearing just as swiftly with a glass in his hand.

“Here, Miss –"

“No!” Ending her argument with Tony as abruptly as it began, Natasha jabs a finger at the waiter, who looks to you for help while she glares up at him balefully. 

The poor guy looks terrified, so you quickly intervene, touching Natasha’s knee to bring her attention back to you. It does the trick, but she seems to underestimate how close in proximity you already are and she ends up half in your lap to the delight of the other avengers in attendance, who all let out various different whistles.

“Mine,” she says childishly into the crook of your arm. You only just manage to pick it up so you know you must be the only person who heard her. With your help, she sits up a little and makes eye contact with you as she repeats herself, more seriously, as if you hadn’t understood the first time: “mine.”

“I – oh --okay,” you say, grabbing her hand as it starts to creep a little too low to be polite in your current company. “How about we get you home?”

After hurriedly saying your goodbyes, twenty minutes later you park in your driveway and begin the not-so-small feat of getting her inside.

“Damn,” you grunt a little under her weight as you help her up the stairs to your apartment. “What do they put into that Asgardian mead?”

You make a mental note to ask Thor about it and then promptly forget as you reach your front door and fumble around, looking for your keys. 

Even in her inebriated state, Natasha somehow pulls herself together enough to reach into your bag and pull them put for you so you can unlock the door.

Which she promptly falls through. You just manage to catch her before she hits the floor, and she leans against you, burying her face into your neck.

“Come on,” you order gently, softening as she groans into your skin. “Bed.”

“No.”

As if to emphasise the word, Natasha shakes her head, but to your surprise, she starts to make her way to your bedroom anyway. She’s still a little unsteady on her feet but nothing like you’d be if you’d drank as much as she had. If it were you, you would definitely have been comatose about seven shots and multiple hours ago.

“Alright, you get into bed,” you say. “And I’ll get you some water, okay?”

Natasha scowls. “No,” she says. You bite your lip to hold in your laugh at the petulance you hear in her voice, shadowing her to the bed, where she immediately sits down and attempts multiple times to take off her heels with little success.

“No?”

Finally having enough of watching her struggle, you lean down and undo the straps of her heels, gently pulling them off her feet. You watch as she flops back on the bed and then covers her face dramatically with a groan. “You don’t get it,” she says unsteadily.

“I don’t get what?”

“You’re mine,” she repeats her earlier words, uncovering her eyes to look at you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Am I now?”

You thought you’d managed to cover your amusement pretty well until you see the glare she shoots you that says she can see it loud and clear. After a beat of silence it becomes clear she’s not going to say anything else.

With difficulty, you slowly manage to get her into a sitting position and help her out of her dress, pulling the covers up around her and retrieving a glass of water that you place on her nightstand so she can drink it in the morning.

You then change yourself and go the bathroom to remove what makeup you’d had on. To your surprise, she’s still awake when you emerge, half-propped up against the headboard and looking at you with bleary, unfocused eyes. It makes your heart turn to mush immediately and you get into bed beside her as quickly as your feet allow.

She immediately curls up into you and you wrap an arm around her, pulling her as close to you as humanly possible. 

“I am yours, just so you know.”

There’s a second of silence where you start to think that maybe she’s fallen asleep, until she shifts against you to meet your gaze, looking a little more alert and coherent but still out of it.

“Good,” she says softly.

The next morning, you wake before Natasha and slip out of bed to make her coffee and to find some pain killers, having a gut feeling she’ll probably need them. Your feeling turns out to be right. When you re-enter the bedroom, she’s laying face-down but clearly awake by the muffled groaning you can hear coming from her.

“Whys’it so bright,” she mumbles into the mattress as you approach the bed, turning her head ever so slightly so she can meet your eyes. You grin down at her.

“Ah, it awakens.”

She scowls up at you and you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as you slide back into bed, careful not to jostle her too much. She leans her head against your leg, slowly sipping the glass of water you’d left for her last night before reaching for the coffee on the nightstand.

You fall into a comfortable silence; you running your hand through her hair as she drinks her coffee, humming contentedly.

“How are you feeling –"

“I don’t like it when people look at you,” she interrupts suddenly, staring down into her coffee mug and sounding uncharacteristically nervous. You freeze but since she’s not looking at you, she doesn’t seem to notice. “But it’s not because of anything you do. I just don’t … like it.”

“Okay?” you hedge cautiously, not really understanding.

“I’m sorry if it bothers you,” she says. “Me. Being like that. I didn’t know I was even the type to –"

“It doesn’t bother me.”

At your quick interjection, she looks at you for the first time and whatever she sees on your face makes her smile faintly. “It doesn’t?”

You bite your lip. “Not at all.”

She mirrors you, now smirking. “Oh.”

After this, it starts to become a game: one you feel like you win every time.

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Mental Toughness (Part 1/2) [Relabeled; Refiled Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton

Characters: Logan, Patton, Janus

Summary:

Patton goes missing. Logan finds him, but that presents its own issues.

Notes: Past child abuse/neglect, Past mental manipulation

This is part of the Labeled Universe dealing with events set before my story Sometimes Labels Fail. It is set a good few years after Gaps in His Files a couple of years into Patton and Logan’s marriage.

Logan’s office phone was already ringing when he unlocked his office door. It was the end of the day, and he’s just finished teaching his last class. He’d planned to work for about another hour in his office before picking up Patton from his shift at the hospital and going home together.

He was unsure who would be calling him at this time of day. It wasn’t an office hour, in fact, often times he wouldn’t even be in his office right now. Even if it was a time he was typically in his office, very few people had a reason to call his office phone anyway. Most students simply came to his office hour; colleagues would usually just wait until they saw him next if they needed anything or would come and find him themselves.

Still, receiving a phone call wasn’t completely unheard of, so he set his bag down on a chair near the door and walked over to answer the call.

“Professor Sanders speaking,” he said into the receiver.

“Logan!” the person on the other end of the line said. The way Logan’s name was exclaimed implied that they were currently stressed.

“Remy?” Logan asked, recognizing the voice, but unsure why he would be calling Logan’s office phone.

“Hey, hi, fuck, you really need to get a pager or something,” Remy mumbled. Logan opened his mouth to respond, but Remy cut him off. “That’s not important right now. Have you seen Patton?”

That question made Logan pay attention. Remy should have been the one to have seen Patton most recently out of the two of them.

“I haven’t seen him since I dropped him off at work this morning, why?”

“Uh, so,” Remy said. “He went out for a late lunch since there was some drama here, and, uh, he never came back after that.”

“What?”

“Yeah, and he’s not one to skip even when he probably should. I was hoping you might know where he was or you’d be more… equipped to find him.

Patton was missing? Logan could feel his stomach flip as panic and worry set in at the thought. Rational thought completely left him in that moment; something else took its place.

Something he couldn’t put a name to rose up inside of him, some instinct that he’d had no idea he had. He found himself activating his powers, but not in any way he had before or any way he could understand at the time. There was some confused fumbling in his head that felt like he was trying to find a light switch in an unfamiliar darkened room. Then, his powers put a finger on the metaphorical switch and… something lit up.

He suddenly knew exactly where Patton was, and he didn’t bother to question that fact, at least not for now. He hung up the phone without another word and used his powers in a much more routine way to pull his Bluebird suit to him from the hidden compartment in his briefcase.

He was halfway across the city and breaking into a building before even a hint of rational thought returned to him. He briefly considered the fact that Bluebird was not known for breaking and entering, but at that point, he’d already broken a window. At least the house looked like it might be abandoned anyway. Logan shrugged it off and slipped through the broken window.

Two people were staring at him when he came to stand inside the building. One was Patton and one was…

“Deceit,” he said to the vigilante.

“Bluebird.”

Logan took half a second to process, his mind coming mostly back online at the sight of Patton seemingly unharmed. This was a relatively good outcome compared to what could have been behind his disappearance. Deceit, while a vigilante with a little more blood on his hands than Logan could approve of, wasn’t the type to harm civilians. He was even on the least murderous side of being a vigilante when it came to criminals and supervillains, though he did on occasion exact justice in that way. Patton was never going to be harmed by him. He hadn’t been harmed by him clearly. At least, he was not harmed physically.

However, Logan still felt anger sparking in his chest on Patton’s behalf. Deceit had almost certainly used his powers to get Patton here, though it didn’t look like he was currently under the effects of those. There were medical supplies strewn about which was obviously why Deceit had taken him and he’d likely wanted Patton to have a clear head for that. With most people, Deceit’s powers were not particularly distressing unless he wanted them to be, however, Patton had many, many bad experiences with mental powers at the hands of his family growing up. Logan didn’t even know of all of said experiences. He’d told Logan the ones he could handle speaking about, and the rest were filtering in slowly over the years as he put distance between him and his childhood and worked through past memories with a psychiatrist. The fact that Deceit had used mental powers on Patton filled Logan with rage.

“You kidnaped a doctor,” Logan said, trying and failing to sound calm like Bluebird was supposed to be.

Deceit just shrugged, not noticing the danger. “I do that sometimes.”

“And do you ever think of the possible unintentional consequences of your own actions?” Logan snapped. Deceit appeared taken aback by the question.

“I’m fine,” Patton cut in before either of them could say anything more that would escalate the situation. “No harm done. It’s fine.”

“It isn’t fine,” Logan said.

“What climbed up your ass today?” Deceit drawled.

“Thank you for coming to make sure I was okay, Bluebird,” Patton said before Logan could snap at the vigilante again, “but it was only Deceit and clearly, I’m okay.”

Logan took a few seconds to breathe. “I’ll escort you back to your hospital, Dr. Sanders.”

“Thank you,” Patton said with a professional looking smile. He turned back to Deceit. “Make sure to change the bandages at least once a day until you’re fully healed and take the antibiotics I mentioned.”

“I know how to care for a wound, thank you, doctor.” Deceit said.

“You’re welcome,” Patton said cheerily. Then, he turned to walk over to Logan. It took a lot of effort for Logan not to just grab him immediately. That is not what he’d do with a normal citizen.

Instead, he said, “May I fly you back to your workplace?”

“Yes,” Patton said. “Thank you, Bluebird.”

Logan snatched him up then and flew off with him without another word to the vigilante.

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