#that's very uh what do the kids call it these days— sus?

[transingthoseformers]

"Now who's gonna change my oil in the mornings?"

siDESWIPE WHAT

[spadesolace]

drag me down: fool for you

synopsis: you've seen it all, from family problems to being accused of cheating, and bullying... what more can you handle when the girl you love hates your guts?

warning/s: bullying, parental absence, honestly just full on perspective of y/n.

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You’ve seen it all.

The fact that your own distant relatives fight for the claims of your family’s hard work, the way your parents are always gone and going on business trips, or the very fact that the girl you like hates your guts.

Your parents decided that it would be safe never to expose you and your sister to the public unless you choose to partake in the family business. That conversation has not seen the light of day, and you choose to keep it that way. The other reason is that your very own relatives try to drag your name down. Jealousy, hunger for power, and mostly greed, was the driving factor.  

Although given the circumstances, all you could do is understand your parents. The rare occurrences that they’re at home, giving you gifts from their travels ranging from books to puzzles, up until when you hit highschool they settled on giving you practical gifts, one that is the best of the best. That doesn’t mean your request for books regarding the business and law of each country they visit is looked upon. Somehow those interests made your parents provide even more than what you requested, a few lego sets so as to not make it feel as if you’re slowly becoming an adult.

It was compensation for missing your childhood years, holidays spent alone in the gigantic mansion you call home, watching home alone and wishing to do the same thing as Kevin. The definition of family is blurry when you never felt it with your own, yet you’re glad Jihyo’s family came through. All of the relatives residing within the village have collectively helped to raise you, from playing games, experiencing grazing your knee on the floor from playing chase with your cousins, and opening gifts on christmas day. Forever grateful for your relatives that wishes you nothing but peace and safety.

At the age of 10, it was as if your prayers were heard, your mother was pregnant with Hyejoo. For two years, the Parks were complete, business trips were handled by their right hand man, home cooked meals when you come home from school, and them actually helping you with your homeworks. It was bliss, you felt it being a true family, even being scolded made it feel like the real deal. Around the same time, a girl in your class had become your friend.

With the absence of your parents, it was a common topic going around that you were abandoned, an orphan, which led to bullies. Some days, it was just a few words thrown at you, but it was the first that you were cornered, the mischievous look, the scissors in their hands. Who knew grade schoolers could be dangerous. That was until a girl around your age alerted the closest teacher there was seeing the scenario slowly unfold. Luckily there was no harm done to you or else your parents would have sued the group of kids’ parents. The girl in front of you offered her hand, a soft smile yet worry was evident in her face.

“Hi. I’m Seol Yoona. What’s your name?” It was the first time you’ve heard her speak, despite sitting next to each other for days.

“Uh… my name is Park YN.” Sullyoon, your best friend, the first person you knew you could trust with your life. For years, you were together, she was keeping you safe as you provided the extra protection that is your bodyguard.

High school started, things turned for the worst, Hyejoo grew up with no parental figure, Sullyoon transferred schools, and you’re back to being alone. Weird part of it all, that was when you started showing interest in business, specifically in cafes. First year of high school consisted of doing extracurriculars, such as debate club, soccer; and going to Blueming cafe to work on brewing, baking, and the business aspect of it all. It was peace, Hyejoo kept you company at home, letting your inner child out as you took care of her.

There was something missing, a conversation you had with Jihyo. Sullyoon wasn’t there to keep you company, even if she had free time, she would stay at your place and play with Hyejoo, updating you on life. Jihyo cared for you so deeply that she was willing to help you with your dilemma without you knowing how it happened.

You never knew how Jihyo managed to convince your parents to let you transfer schools, but clearly she was doing some investigation on the students in your batch. In your second year of high school, you met Chaewon on your first day. She was older than you, a bit feisty, but she was fun to be with as you conversed about your experience in your old school. Slowly, you met Yunjin, Chaewon’s best friend and partner in mischief, the first friend you met who can speak english. Lastly was Kazuha and Eunchae, you were invited to lunch by Yunji. You were glad that orientation gave you a chance to spend your first week with the four.

Although you sometimes visited cafe to hone your brewing and latte art skills, that was where you met Sakura. Aside from Sullyoon, she was the second person who knew of your family, it’s the least she could do while studying and doing part-time in a foreign country. That was how your small circle came to be, Sullyoon was your classmate again, gained new friends you could trust without it being a connection from your parents.

Once the actual classes started for your new school, your eyes laid upon the most beautiful girl you’ve seen aside from your friends, she had your attention.

Pham Hanni, a pretty name for a pretty girl.

Luckily for you, Park and Pham weren’t that far off. Despite introducing yourself already in front of the class, you still did it. They did say first impressions leave an impact.

“Hi, I’m Park Y/N.”

“Pham Hanni.”

You believed that things could get better, that Pham Hanni could be your friend and someone you could trust. She’s pretty, smart, and immediately caught your heart. Messing with her was fun, from lowkey trying to one up her, joining her extracurriculars just to be close to her, and always sitting next to her despite it having no seating arrangements. For you, it was all fun and games with a hint of flirtatious banter because Pham Hanni has you wrapped around her finger. 

Things couldn’t get any better but all hopes and dreams were shattered from a single rumour, a single accusation, all of it coming from her mouth.

“Just admit it, Y/N! YOU CHEATED!” Does she hate you that much to accuse you of such things? It’s not in your character to cheat or anything that would possibly bring your name down, despite the absence of your parents, you had a good upbringing. But this accusation was a bit too much for you.

Weeks of multiple discussions with the Prefect of Discipline and the Principal. Only led to one conclusion, you were innocent as to who planted the information, it was still left for discussion. From there on, you avoided her at all cost, sure sitting next to her isn’t completely avoiding her but you had no other choice. If it weren’t for the rumours you heard of people planning on bullying Hanni or the fact someone had already done it, you would have continued to ignore her.

Hanni never knew what could have happened if you didn’t talk to her.

Hanni never knew of your feelings since your first meeting.

Hanni never knew that you’ve fallen for her.

Even when she clearly showed her distaste for you, or how little she cares, somehow you still managed to stay and celebrate every time you two would hit a milestone. In every card you had given her, each states your appreciation for the girl, and hints of your feelings. There were no clear signs that she had read it but it was better to assume she hadn't.

So, you were out of it when Hanni showed signs of possibly reciprocating your feelings. The sudden call at 3 in the morning to tell Sullyoon everything, asking her to come over (to which she agreed only if you were going to pick her up). One of the little things you’re grateful for is that your parents had put you to driving school as soon as possible.

“You seriously better have a good explanation as to why we’re going out this late.” Sullyoon will always be your best friend, the only person you trust the most. Taking a sip of your hot chocolate as the climate slowly becomes colder as the year comes to an end, you could only look at Sullyoon with sadness in your eyes.

“I like Hanni.”

“Ok, this is indeed a good explanation. What happened? Are you ok?”

Clearly, you weren’t. Pham Hanni occupied your mind and heart and it's getting concerning to the point where you do feel the pain whenever she talks to Jungwon. The jealousy and knowing damn well that you don’t have the right to feel that way. So, no, you’re not ok.

Sullyoon listened to your rant, to how you’ve liked Hanni since sophomore year, so stopping a possible bullying from happening, to giving her letters in your anniversaries, and from the pain of seeing her with Jungwon. By the time you’re done, there are tears in your eyes as your hot chocolate is forgotten and you’re shivering from the cold.

“All this time, you never hated her?” You shook your head, not a single ounce of grudge or hatred for Hanni was in your blood.

“Even after being accused of cheating?”

“Sunoo already got his punishment for that, he was just intimidated by me taking his spot.”

Your best friend was aware of the rumours but you confirmed everything to her. Spilling your guts as if you have no other choice, growing tired of lying and keeping those feelings to yourself. She could only understand the situation; Sunoo had planted the idea that maybe the reason you transferred was because you cheated on your exams and got caught to the point supervision was needed. It pained Sullyoon to hear that, to be blamed for something she knows you would never do.

“Hanni almost got bullied because of that, if she got hurt then… there’s no one else to blame but myself.”

Years of bottled up emotions are finally out in the open, a conversation with your best friend and the moon. And maybe you were indeed a fool, falling for someone who showed little to no interest until the night before…

You were really out of it as Hanni continued to fill your thoughts and heart.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

“I really just need to make an entire breakdown on Medic one of these days 😭” Well, do it. Umm, you coward —I'm so sorry for calling you a coward, Jamison :'(—.

Medic's Past Headcanons (Also Some Archimedes Content!)

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No apology needed my friend, I am but a coward 😭

I lied a little bit, I changed my mind on doing a full breakdown, just changed it to some headcanons about his past and meeting Archimedes </3

But no, I've mainly not posted this because I've had other requests and also this one will probably get heavy. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post content with actual angst and upsetting themes.

But I'm here now because looking past all the jokes and my own personal love for doctors. I should also mention, written by an American and a person with know knowledge of the German education system, and medical practices in general!

ALSO, finally writing Medic with his accent and some actual German, please forgive me if you are a native speaker for using a mix of google translate and my very poor German skills 💖

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ALSO ALSO mutual appreciation comment! Another thank you for letting me talk about Medic <3

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TW: CHILD NEGELECT, SU!C1D@L IDIATIONS, FLUFF AT THE END!

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He's been asked about his mother before, his answer has always been,

"Meine mutter? She vas good woman, she... she did her best." Said with a softer tone than anyone has ever heard him speak in.

He's lying. She severely neglected him as child. After his mother fell pregnant, his father left. His mother resented Medic for this, blaming him for his father leaving, refusing to realize how volatile their relationship had been before he was conceived. When Medic was born his mother refused to bond with him, holding him only when others gave her expecting looks. For the first years of his life his mother only tended to his basic needs to keep him from crying, his crying always annoyed her. It never got better with time, she never learned to love him like people had claimed when she started expressing her contempt for him. She would sometimes give him small bits of attention, then she would get a wicked smile on her face as he cried when she stopped paying attention to him for seemingly no reason. Always making him feel like he was responsible for the sudden lack of attention.

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His younger years in school is also something he will lie about if asked. (I'm ignoring college because uh, I have no idea what to write for that 😭)

"I vas great, top of my classes, Natürlich. Ich war sehr beliebt."

(Of course. I was very popular)

When he was younger, he was top of his classes. He always excelled at whatever class he was put in, his favorites being science, he obviously loved medical textbooks, along with zoology textbooks, always had one of the other, he'd spend lunches just reading from his books, or hiding in the library, trying to learn everything he could about both. In a way you could say he was popular, but not in the good way. He always had his books on hand, always had the best grades, was always the teachers favorite student, and the other kids hated that. He took his fair share of beatings while he was in school.

————————————————————Medic had never thought about dying, sure he watched patients die, and he knew deep down his mother had died at some point, (He never heard from her after he left his home town, despite his attempts to contact her) but he never thought about the concept of him dying. It hit him like a ton of bricks when he had his first panic attack, and it clicked in his head that he just didn't want to be alive. He couldn't tell you why the switch flipped in his head that made him reach that low, but it did, and it was awful. He almost went insane, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything besides sit in his room and feel years of emotions just hit him out of nowhere. He thought he would die, he wanted to die, dying would be preferable to whatever this was. In the midst of his panic attack, something hit his window with a loud thump. (Aren't I so clever for this transition? lmao 😭)

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The day Medic and Archimedes met continues to be one of the best days of his life. A bird had hit his window, pulling him out of whatever spiral he was currently having. Medic just looked at the window for a minute, content to just assume the bird flew off after being dazed a bit. When he heard tiny coos and chirps outside. He pushed it open and saw a little dove huddled in a corner, cooing sadly, shaking as it tried to move its wing but chirping painfully when he moved his wing. Medic put his hand out and tried to scoop up the bird, and the bird ended up attacking his hand. Medic pulled his hand back, a tad shocked, but then tried again. The bird slowly eased up to him once he understood Medic wasn't going to hurt him. Medic took him inside and checked him out. His wing was broken, and it was nothing Medic couldn't fix. He fixed up the birds wing, then decided to get some things to keep the bird comfortable while he recovered. He ended up spoiling him without realizing it. He went to go buy a bird cage and ended up buying the nicest one, the best bird food, and even toys 😭 He came back and set it up all nice for the bird. They bonded pretty quickly after that. However, time passed, and Medic found himself growing attached to the little bird, even naming him, which he knew was a mistake the moment he did so. He knew it was a bad idea, and he did it anyway. After about a month of them living together, Archimedes wing was functional again, Medic enjoyed watching him fly from his cage to the door to great him when he came home from wherever he had gone. But after the third or fourth time, Archimedes greeted him at the door. He knew he was well enough to go back out into the world. That evening, before sunset, Medic opened his window and put Archimedes on the ledge, prompting him to fly off, totally not on the verge of tears, about to experience the worst pain of his life or anything. Archimedes just tilted his head, confused, turned around, and nestled up to Medics arm that he had been propping himself on. Audible sobbing could be heard from his house that night. Medic would later find a way to keep Archimedes to live forever with him, making sure that Archimedes was spoiled to death, and was told each day the value Medic put on their friendship.

"Wir werden für immer zusammen sein, mein Freund, das verspreche ich!"

"Coo"

(It'll be us forever my friend, I promise.)

(I'm counting on it)

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Ough, im a sucker for a happy ending 😭or for some reason, I feel like this is super embarrassing, but I' going to ignore that feeling. Sorry for the angst dump, but it had to be done, and I'm sorry it's not very long! I hope you guys like this! Uh, a mini headcanons, then another Medic post, and then some new headcanons are in the works! There is so much Medic content, but I'm not complaining 💖

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

My Thoughts on Ep.06 - We Take a Zebra to Vegas, A rant (SPOILERS AHEAD!)

Actual Iris-messaging on screen! Good way to start the episode.

Yes, toss the drachma, SEAWEED BRAIN!

If you want the gods’ attention, you have to pay for it. Eh, not surprised since it’s kinda how children have to do to get their parents’ attention these days.

Wtf is Luke Castellan doing in Chiron’s office?

We know who stole the bolt. (Book-readers, we know who stole the bolt!)

*Calm expression* How do you know? and not *gasp* Really? Who is it? Very sus. 🤔

I do have a love-hate relationship with Clarisse La Rue as a character, but accusing her as the lightning thief? OH, HELL NO!

This convo:

Luke: Guys, what is this?

Percy and Annabeth: What?

Luke: When did you turn into an old married couple?

Percy and Annabeth:

Everyone in the fandom:

Luke channeling his big brother energy by teasing Annabeth, his little sister, to a boy her age. Annabeth’s going through that older-sibling-embarrassing-you-in-front-of-your-crush stage. It’s just typical sibling stuff.

Annabeth, externally: *pokerface*; Annabeth, internally: STOP EMBARRASSING ME!

Confirmed: Luke ships Percabeth. 🥰

Percy changing the subject because he’s also embarrassed.

Annabeth cuts off the connection before Percy can mention Hermes and tells him Luke and his dad aren’t on good terms.

Grover just figured out that the truck is driven by animal traffickers and insists that they free the animals is absolute peak characterization.

They’re like artists. Proceeds to release the animals in the middle of traffic.

How that convo basically went:

Percy: Idk about this, man.

Grover: Oh, they’ll be fine. I gave them the satyr’s blessing so they’ll be able to reach the wilderness safely.

Percy: Dude, I meant for these people.

Grover: Oh, uh, it’s fine. These people destroyed nature so idgaf about them. But the animals are fine, so let’s go!

Percy: So, which hotel is the Lotus Casino? It could be any building-

Annabeth: Duh! Obviously, it’s the one with the giant lotus blossom on it.

Percy: Seriously?

3 minors walking into a Casino hotel. Totally normal and not suspicious at all.

Dua Lipa’s Levitating instead of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface. I ain’t even mad.

WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! WISE GIRL! HE CALLED HER WISE GIRL! 😍🥰

Of course, Annabeth insists Percy goes with her. Percabeth! 😍

Annabeth tells Percy about May Castellan, Luke’s Mom. It’s kinda early to know about this, but I’m not complaining. It just justifies Luke’s resentment of Hermes in the show.

Grover: *finds Augustus, a fellow Satyr* *Forgets everything*

Please tell me someone else heard some kid calling out BIANCA in the background. It's not just me, right? Please tell me it's the di Angelo siblings in the Lotus Casino. UNCLE RICK, WE NEED ANSWERS!

Percy explaining his nightmares and asks if they are real.

How that convo went:

Annabeth: Hmm, idk

Percy: How do you not know?

Annabeth: I may be smart but there are things I don’t know.

Percy: Wtf does that make me then?

Hermes/Alexander Hamilton not throwing away his shot. How does a bastard, son of a god and a Pleiad. Grow up to be a master trickster, according to Homer’s Illiad…

In Vegas you can be a new man...apparently, not.

Hermes: I’m not doing this again. You’re on your own, kids. Bye!

Annabeth: We’re friends of Luke’s.

Hermes: *surprise pikachu face* Damn it, let’s talk.

Hermes being an epitome of another crappy absent godly parent. Not surprised.

Annabeth doing what probably Luke taught her to do:

Annabeth: So I stole Hermes’ keys.

Percy: You what?

Annabeth: I turned invisible and picked his pocket.

Percy: You stole from the god of thieves?

Annabeth: Yes, I’m multi-talented. Lol

Percy: *lowkey falls in love*

The lotus fruit being pumped into the air is something new.

Percy: Grover got really old. 🤣

Percy and Annabeth chases Augustus around while Grover’s playing VR games.

Grover forgetting things because he was alone, while Percy and Annabeth remember because they have each other. PERCABETH!

Grover acting all carefree like a dentist just sedated him with nitrous oxide, while Percy and Annabeth are frantically looking for Hermes’ car will never be not funny.

TO THE DUMB KIDS. Yep, that note is for you.

Percy: So, who’s driving?

Percy and Annabeth turning to Grover because he’s the adult.

Grover: *still high* Idk man. Idk what we're even doing here.

Percy: Ok, I’ll do it. How hard can it be. If I killed the Minotaur, I can drive a cab.

Percy: How hard could this be? Proceeds to hit the car on several columns.

Percy getting angry because another car didn’t slow down and nearly hit them, then slamming the horn. Bruh, you’re inner New Yorker is showing and I’m here for it.

This scene: 😍😍😍

Me, watching this scene:

Percy and Annabeth smiling at each other then realizing the car’s scraping the wall. This shit cracked me up.

The truck nearly hitting them gave me a mini-heart attack. Good thing they’re in Hermes’ cab.

Percy half-nervous and half-excited to finally meet his Dad only to find a Nereid instead, giving him 4 teleportation pearls as a gift.

The title implying they took a Zebra to Vegas but we see no zebra? Come on! Anyway, that was a good episode. Can't wait for the Percy vs Ares showdown next week.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Ok had a long car ride so guess what EP11 THOUGHTS LETS GOOOO:

(plus a good amount of ep12 predictions cause uh i am very excited bkshsjjkssk)

Couple little things first, starting with WHY DID I HAVE TO SEE NALA SE AGAIN. I mean I knew logically we would see her again but that doesn’t mean I was ready for it >:( i do not forgive u for fives u cruel cruel long lady

Then the batch telling Cid off!!! Slay!! Absolutely slay get it that is so important, especially that Omega was directly calling her out for leaving them stranded. I’m really interested to see where that storyline goes and if they either end up leaving Cid (and probably adding to Omegas trust issues in the process cause WOW everyone is letting her down these days (echo i love u but ur girl is not ok)), or if they stay with her and she gets some sort of redemption arc? Idk, can’t decide which seems more likely, but all I can say is I hope next episode has absolutely nothing to do with it. Like it’s an interesting storyline but… yeahh…

And oh god, the boys walking around the ship, why was Wrecker the only one being smart??? Like Tech just ran off on his own, knowing full well the creature was most likely still on the ship, Hunter had his just mwah chefs kiss line of “Whatever did this wasn’t human,” like… HMMM HUNTER I HADNT NOTICED (“And where there’s a farm, there’s usually a farmer!”) But Wrecker was actually paying attention!! He picked up the volt-staff (which like yeah he was gonna anyways but it was still smart) and he made note of the walls being reinforced meaning whatever they were holding must be something strong. And later in the episode he sees the Empire snag the zillo beast and he takes note of how “They’re not killing it. They’re taking it.” Like I love those little moments where Wrecker just passively shows off how smart he is?? He plays the big goofy guy since it’s just kinda his personality, but he still knows his stuff. Hell, he made a rocket launcher out of parts from a separatist tank in less than a minute while under fire from the enemy?? And it worked perfectly? And repeatedly??? Anyway Wrecker spiel over but the man is a genius and I love him.

Tech and Omega’s moments in this episode, oh i lOVE THEM. Him messing up and scaring her then kinda not knowing how to fix it, Omega unplugging his datapad to make him get going, Tech immediately covering her while they ran from explosion omG I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH they are so wonderful and sweet and perfect and Filoni I swEAR YOU BETTER NOT TOUCH THEM (I feel like they’re safe for the most part but still, I do not trust. (like of all of them I think Hunter, Omega and Wrecker are the safest? They kinda can’t be taken out; you need the leader, you can’t lose the kid, and Wrecker is pretty much the majority of the comic relief. And Tech is safe-ish too cause he’s just such a character type that I feel like you can’t get rid of him. But uh… Echo and Cross are not safe. They are very much so in danger, maybe Echo most of all and oh god I am scared for him. And also Cody if he ever comes back. …where is cody..?))

OK and now for bigger things like oMG ECHO AND REX HOLY SHIBSJSBSJBSKZNZKDNOEBEKSNSKLSMSNSJXLDNSKNSKS YES YES ABSOLUTELY CALL ECHO AND REX I NEED TO SEE THEMMMMMM!!! The way Hunter did his little main character moment slow zoom when he said that? There’s absolutely no way that’s not important to this weeks episode or at least the one after that so AAAAAA I AM SO EXCITEDDDDD. The batch has needed Echo so much in every single episode since he left; Tech going off on his own in this one felt so wrong because Echo should’ve been right there with himmm!! (i mean he should 100% be with rex but like you get what i mean)

And at the end when Lama Su mentions kidnapping Omega again? That feels equally important. Not only is the Empire going to have to admit that Clone Force 99 isn’t dead, but they’re going to have to start hunting them down again to get Omega. And to me, I wouldn’t be surprised if we saw Crosshair being ordered to hunt Omega down in particular, since he knows the batch so well and would know best how to snatch Omega from them. (Also like story-wise… who else would it be? …Boba?) Now would that be so incredibly painful and awful to see? Yes, yes it would. Am I still incredibly excited to see it? ALSO YES.

And with both of these things, the Echo and Rex mention and a target on Omega, as well as the fact that this next episode is (i’m pretty sure?) confirmed to have Crosshair in it, I’m really really hoping the episode follows either of them (Cross or Rex and Echo) and their paths end up crossing?? Like maybe Crosshair gets his orders to hunt down Omega, and in trying to track the batch he ends up finding a lead on just Echo? Or maybe it follows Rex and Echo looking into the zillo beast and in trying to find out more they run into Crosshair? And maybe they find out abt Cody??? And anD AND OOO maybe Echo has a moment where he finally decides, fuck it, I can’t leave my brother with the empire any longer and he like tries to reason with Cross? Idk but either way I am REALLY hoping they cross paths somehow plEASE ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE SEEN EITHER OF THEMMM 😭😭😭

like it is in fact womens history month and also my birthday on thursday so mr filoni is actually legally obligated to not emotionally destroy me thank you very much :D

[lyranova]

Children of the Future: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 5: Captain Alistar Vangeance

Hiya guys! So here’s chapter 5, sadly we don’t have any answers yet, instead we just get lots more questions hehe, but we also get a small celebration 🥰! You also get to see some new and familiar faces in this and you’ll see a few more in the coming chapters, so I hope you all enjoy~!

Cyra and Leon belong to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare Josslyn belongs to @crazyclownthanos

Word Count: 4,034

Warnings: Mentions of Death and Suicide

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Yami, William, and the other Captains along with Marx and Asta waited outside for their kids and squad mates to return with the captured bandits. They had a lot of questions for them, especially when it came to their robes and what they meant. Obviously, they were a part of some group, but what kind of group was it exactly? Were they just some bandit group as they first appeared to be, or were they something more sinister? Yami didn’t want to say it out loud, but, his gut was telling him it was the latter.

The sun had risen, but only a couple of hours before the kids all arrived. But as soon as they landed in front of the Headquarters, everyone frowned.

“ Uh, guys? Where are the bandits?” Asta asked with a confused tone to his voice. Alistar and Hikari looked at each other for a moment with hesitant eyes.

“ Spit it out, brats, what happened?” Yami asked, his tone serious but not angry. Hikari looked at her father and rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

“ Well, just as we ended the call, they all suddenly began to collapse, and they were vomiting and shaking and were pale. A few of them even began to hallucinate. We tried to save them but…” Hikari trailed off as she shook her head. The Captains all looked at each other with wide eyes, the bandits were dead?

“ What could have caused them to do all of that?” Sol asked with a frown, and Wendy Agrippa suddenly answered.

“ It was poison.’’ She suddenly answered, causing all the Captains to frown, she was nearly as quiet as her father.

“ It was poison?” Asta suddenly repeated, making everyone look at him in surprise. But the young man smiled before shrugging. “ What?”

“ It wasn’t just any poison, though,” Alistar suddenly continued. “ It was ‘Abrus precatorius’ to be more exact.”

“ What the hell is that?” Jack suddenly asked, causing Alistar to rub the back of his head. He sometimes forgot that not everyone was as…enthusiastic about plants as he was.

“ Right, I apologize. They’re also called Rosary peas, or crab’s eye vine. Their seeds, when unbroken, are harmless and are usually used for Rosary beads. But when the seeds are broken, or you ingest even one of them, they can be very deadly since they contain a poison called ‘Abrin’. Usually, it would take 8 hours or a few days before they began to get sick and die, but considering how quickly their symptoms appeared, I think they took well over a dozen each.” Alistar said in a matter-of-fact tone, the Captains all nodded slowly as he finished his explanation.

“ So they had those seeds as a backup plan in case they happened to be captured, which means they must be a part of a very elaborate organization. One that wants to remain secret and hidden in the shadows.” Randall Luftair, Captain of the Crimson Lions, said thoughtfully.

“ If they’re wanting to stay hidden that badly, then that means they’re planning something very big against the kingdom,” Nozel said as he crossed his arms, and suddenly Dorothy made a giggling sound from beside him.

“ Staying in the shadows doesn’t sound very fun, does it? So why don’t we find them and bring them into the light?” She suggested with a playful grin, causing the others to nod as well.

“ I have a feeling destroying this group will be my most magnificent work of art yet!” Rill said with a laugh.

“ Yeah, well, I have a feeling it’s gonna be the biggest pain in my ass,” Yami said with a sigh and a shake of his head.

“ Alright! Let’s teach these bad guys a lesson they won’t forget!” Asta suddenly shouted and all the Captains, along with the kids, shouted from beside him.

They had no idea who these guys were, but they were dangerous and posed a threat to the Kingdom and all its citizens. And that was what they needed to know right now.

—--

A Week Later

It was a celebratory day. Not only for the Magic Knights but for the citizens as well. Today they were welcoming a new leader into the Golden Dawn. The citizens, as well as the Golden Dawn members themselves, had been shocked and upset when they were first told the news a week ago. But many of them were happy and relieved when he appointed his son, Alistar, as the new Captain. Not everyone was pleased, though. There were quite a few Golden Dawn members who were angry and upset that he had appointed his ‘out of control’ son, some even threatened to leave the squad entirely if he didn’t change his mind, but William refused. He asked that they give his son a chance, since he was older now, and had improved his control greatly. And if they still felt the same way in a few months, then they could leave the squad freely and with no hard feelings.

They begrudgingly agreed.

Today was the day that Alistar was to be appointed as the new Captain, and to say that he was nervous was an understatement. He nervously fixed his uniform and Captain’s robe over and over again, he had been trying to fix his messy white hair at first, but eventually grew frustrated and decided to leave it in its normal state.

“ Well, don’t you look like the perfect image of a Magic Knight Captain right now.” A voice suddenly chuckled from behind him, and when the young man turned around, he saw it was his father.

“ I wouldn’t go that far, I personally think I look like an absolute mess right now,” Alistar said with a shaky sigh, and William chuckled again.

“ Honestly? You remind me of a nervous groom on his wedding day.” William joked, and he watched his son’s face turn bright red.

“ N-No, I don’t!” He denied as he watched his father walk over to him calmly. “ It’s just that…I can’t get this darn robe to sit right.” Alistar muttered, and his father smiled warmly at him before he reached out and began to fix his son's uniform and robe.

As William silently fixed his son's outfit, his mind began to wander, back to when his son had first joined the squad. He remembered his son's trembling hands as he tried to button his shirt, and how his son would constantly salute everyone, no matter if they were the same rank as him or not. He remembered how heartbroken he was when his first mission didn’t go exactly as planned. That was only 4 years ago, but to William, it was closer to a lifetime.

Now his son was one of the strongest, most hardworking, and most confident Magic Knights he had ever seen. He completed some of the toughest missions with ease, he protected and kept his squad members and civilians safe, and as an added bonus everyone loved him. His fan club was so large that it was in the top 5 biggest clubs for Magic Knights! He chuckled as he remembered how embarrassed his son had been when he was told that. But eventually, he saw it as a badge of honor, and said having a large fan base was a big responsibility, but it also meant he was doing something right.

“ I don’t think I can do this, Father,” Alistar suddenly said as his tone grew more nervous. “ I think you’re making a mistake, you should appoint Klaus as the new Captain!”

“ I’m not making a mistake, I’m not appointing Klaus as the new Captain, and,” William finished fixing his son's clothes before placing his hands firmly on his shoulders. “ You can do this, Alistar. I’ve watched you for a long time, and you’re more than ready for this type of responsibility.” He added with a warm and comforting smile.

“ But…what if I screw up? And the screw-up is so bad that it blows back on you?” Alistar asked and William shook his head.

“ Alistar, you will make many mistakes as Captain, that’s just how it goes. But, how you handle, correct, and try to prevent those mistakes is what matters. And if it happens to blow back on me, then that’s alright, I’ll continue to stand beside you and support you. But do note that I will correct you if I believe it’s warranted.” William said with a knowing look, causing his son to smile for the first time today.

“ And if I lose control again?”

“ You won’t. That is something I firmly believe,” William said before he patted his son on the shoulder. “ Look at the time, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now,” William added as he looked at the clock on the wall. The older man turned around and began to walk away before casually throwing over his shoulder.

“ Don’t worry so much, you’re my son, and I know you’ll be fine.”

Alistar smiled a bit more at his father’s words of encouragement. He quickly shook his head to erase all the negative thoughts before he quickly followed his father out of the room.

The two, along with the other members of the Golden Dawn, flew towards the Magic Knight Headquarters where Alistar’s appointment was to take place.

After they arrived, they noticed there were quite a few members from other squads there as well. There were Green Mantis, Purple Orcas, Crimson Lions, Blue Rose Knights, Aqua Deer, and finally some Black Bulls. Apparently, a few members from each squad were being promoted today as well, which eased Alistar’s nerves slightly, it would have been embarrassing if he was the only one up there today.

They stood outside the large ballroom for a few minutes before they were escorted inside. Standing in front of the three large windows was Asta himself, and he had a bright and proud smile on his face.

“ Welcome everyone! Today a few of you are being acknowledged, and promoted, for your hard work and dedication to the Magic Knights, To the Clover Kingdom, and to all of its citizens. I’m so proud of you all, and this gives me great hope for the future of this kingdom and its people!” Asta said brightly as he grabbed the pieces of paper that Marx was holding out to him.

“ Firstly, from the Purple Orcas, I’m promoting Josslyn Silva from Senior Magic Knight 3rd Class to Senior Magic Knight 2nd Class!”

Josslyn grinned as she quickly saluted the Wizard King, you could hear the Black Bulls and her family cheering and applauding loudly from behind her. The pink-haired girl had quickly climbed the ranks since she joined the Magic Knights, she was only 15 and had already made quite far. The only thing keeping her from obtaining the title of ‘Vice-Captain’ was her temper and attitude.

“ Next we have Leonidas Vermillion and Phoebe Luftair from the Crimson Lions. I’m promoting Leon from Senior Magic Knight 2nd Class to Senior Magic Knight 1st Class, and Phoebe from Senior Magic Knight 3rd Class to Senior Magic Knight 2nd Class, congratulations!” Asta announced as the two smiled and saluted him.

A roar of thunderous applause and cheers rang out from the Crimson Lions as soon as the words left Asta’s mouth. Leon’s entire family was there, including his Aunt Mereoleona and Uncle Leopold. Phoebe’s father Randall and her Soon-to-be Step-Mother Ilta stood there along with Phoebe’s younger sibling and were also cheering them on loudly.

Leon was very much like his father, he was smart, calm, and very intelligent. He worked through the ranks at an incredible speed and was now being promoted to Vice-Captain at the age of 19 since Randall’s former Vice-Captain decided to retire early.

Phoebe was hot on his heels and was also working through the ranks quickly, she said she had to protect the Vermillion twins and help them achieve their goals. Like her father, she wasn’t just loyal to her squad, and its Captain, she was also loyal to House Vermillion. Especially Leon and Cyraleona.

Asta continued through the Green Mantis, the Aqua Deer, and the Blue Rose Knights, and was now looking through the Black Bulls.

“ Now, from the Black Bulls. Aloys Adlai, I hereby promote you from Junior Magic Knight 3rd Class to Intermediate Magic Knight 5th Class. Alice Legolant, Wendy Agrippa, and Ezio Roulacase, I hereby promote you all from Junior Magic Knight 5th Class to Junior Magic Knight 3rd Class. Congratulations!” Asta said with an extra proud smile on his face, The Black Bulls cheered and clapped loudly. Asta had wanted to do the same, but he refrained as he didn’t want to show any partiality.

“ Hikari Yami, I hereby promote you from Senior Magic Knight 1st Class to Grand Magic Knight. Congratulations!”

The dark-haired girl grinned brightly, but you could see a bit of pink on her cheeks from embarrassment. Everyone clapped and cheered louder than they had before, and even Alistar and some members of the other squads clapped. It was a very well-deserved promotion.

Finally, it was the Golden Dawn's turn. And Alistar’s nerves from earlier came rushing back. He watched as Asta grabbed the papers, this was it.

“ Virgil Sandler, Celeste Lunettes, and Lunaria Vermillion, I hereby promote you from Junior Magic Knights 5th Class to Junior Magic Knights 3rd Class. Ulla Lunettes, I hereby promote you from Senior Magic Knight 5th Class to Senior Magic Knight 1st Class, congratulations!” Asta said, and the Golden Dawn erupted in applause and cheers. Klaus was so proud of his daughters, especially Ulla, that he began to cry, causing his wife and other children to laugh but also comfort him.

Alistar was very proud of his squad, they worked hard and did their best out there that day. He sincerely hoped that they would continue to do well in the future, under his leadership.

“ Alistar Vangeance,” Asta began suddenly, and Alistar felt his heart immediately begin to race as the Wizard King began to speak. This was it, there was no going back now. “ I hereby officially promote you to Captain of the Golden Dawn and Grand Magic Knight. Congratulations!”

Alistar, and the other Golden Dawn, immediately saluted him as he finished handing out the promotions. At first, Alistar could feel the piercing, heated gaze from some of the Golden Dawn at Asta’s announcement. But it was quickly forgotten and ignored as the rest of the Golden Dawn, as well as his other friends, began to cheer and applaud him. He felt all his fears, worries, and uncertainty melt away as he looked out at all the bright and happy faces of his friends, his father, and Hikari.

Maybe his father was right, maybe he could do this after all.

“ Now that the boring part’s over, let’s eat and have some fun!” Asta announced loudly as he clapped his hands together.

—---

As the promotion ceremony ended, they moved to the adjoining dining area, where all the guests and squad members could mingle with one another. Asta watched them all proudly, he silently wondered if this was how Julius had felt when he watched members from his squad and the newer generation get promotions and recognized for their hard work.

“ Hey, where are Sleepy and Braid boy?” Asta heard Yami ask as he looked around the room, Asta walked over and looked at the small group.

“ Captain Dorothy and Captain Nozel are out on a mission right now,” Asta explained. “ We got word that there was another group of bandits close to the border of the Heart Kingdom, so they went to see if it may be connected to the Cerberus group.” He continued and the others nodded.

“ These kids really are impressive, aren’t they?” Everyone turned at the voice of former Wizard King Fuegoleon Vermillion, the older man smiled at everyone as he stood around his former colleagues.

“ They are,” Asta agreed with a bright smile. “ It makes me hopeful for the future.” He added, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“ So I heard there’s a new…group of former Magic Knights who are attacking small villages, and they’re wearing robes with a Cerberus on them,” Fuegoleon started suddenly, and the others looked at him in mild surprise. “ I’m a former Captain and Wizard King myself, so of course I’m still going to hear things.”

They all looked at each other for a moment, it wouldn’t hurt for him to know what was going on, and maybe he could provide some assistance. But then again, it had only been a week since he retired, so would it really be right to drag him back into all of this so soon?

“ There is, but we can handle it, Wizard King Fuegoleon!” Asta suddenly said loudly and with a firm voice. “ You just focus on your retirement and spending time with your wife and kids, we’ll take it from here!”

Fuegoleon’s brows shot up in surprise, and as he looked at the others, he saw they all had similar looks on their faces and a fire in their eyes. Which showed him that they were determined to handle this without him, at least for now. So he smiled and nodded.

“ I understand, but if you need me, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

On the other side of the room stood the Magic Knights who had just been promoted, they were laughing and chatting amongst each other. Alistar stood off to the side and watched them with a warm smile on his face. But as he looked around, he noticed the Captains were off to one side, and the others were on the other side, and he was in the middle. Which side of the room did he go on, the Captains? Or did he stay with the others?

“ You look like you could use it,” Alistar suddenly heard from beside him, and he saw a glass of water suddenly being held out towards him. He followed the arm up and saw it belonged to his friend Leonidas Vermillion.

“ Thanks,” Alistar said as he took the glass thankfully, he took a sip as his friend sighed.

“ So you were the first of us to become Captain, congratulations,” Leon said genuinely as he clinked his glass against Alistar’s with a smile.

“ Yeah…” Alistar trailed off, causing his friend to frown.

“ What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?’’

“ It is, but, it’s just happened really fast. Anytime I ask my father why he suddenly wanted to retire, he just smiles and says he’ll tell me later. It’s just strange.” Alistar said softly, and he heard his friend hum in response.

“ He’s certainly hiding something,” Leon agreed with a slow nod. “ It could be something, or it could be nothing, but the only way you’re going to find out is by talking to him. Even if that means cornering him.” Leon added in a half-joking tone, causing Alistar to chuckle and shake his head.

“ The worst thing is that’s probably what I’m going to have to do.”

“ Congratulations, Captain Vangeance!” A voice suddenly said as they approached the two. Leon and Alistar looked and saw Phoebe Luftair walking toward them. “ But enjoy it while you can, because Lord Leonidas will become Captain next and I’ll be his Vice-Captain, just like our parents were!” She added with a determined tone.

“ Is that so?” Alistar asked, and he watched Phoebe nod firmly and Leon shake his head.

“ It won’t be for a long, long time, as I think Randall is still enjoying his Captain’s position. Phoebe is just very…passionate about showing the world my talents,” Leon said with a knowing smile, he watched Alistar’s brow raise slightly at him. “ Those are her words, not mine.”

“ And my words are true,” Phoebe said with a grin and wink, causing Leon to roll his eyes at her and Alistar to chuckle.

“ I’m gonna go check on Cyra, I’ll see you two later.” The girl suddenly said before quickly turning around and walking away, the two frowned before they turned and noticed Alecdora walking towards them. His eyes followed Phoebe’s retreating form with a look of disdain that he didn’t even try to hide.

“ Lord Alistar, your father’s requesting for all of us to begin heading back to the Base,” Alecdora said, and Alistar nodded.

He said his goodbyes to his friends and Hikari before leaving with his squad.

—---

Later, After the Party Ended

Asta walked into his office and plopped down tiredly into his chair, the day was far from over, and yet he was already so exhausted. He had enjoyed handing out the promotions and being able to catch up with everyone, but his mind couldn’t help but wander back to the former Magic Knights and those cloaks. He hoped that Dorothy and Nozel were able to find something while they were out on their mission.

He suddenly tilted his head as a thought came to him, since he didn’t want to ask Fuegoleon for help or advice, maybe he could ask Yuno? Yuno was a king, and he had been a Magic Knight Captain before that, so he would have lots of experience dealing with matters like this!

Asta reached over, grabbed a communication device that allowed him, not only, the ability to hear the person on the other side, but to also see them.

The device was silent for a few minutes before it suddenly showed a face, but it wasn’t the one he had thought he would see.

“ Q-Queen Dowager Ciel?!”

The older woman smiled gently at him before quickly shaking her head.

“ I’ve told you just to call me ‘Ciel’, Asta.” She said with a small giggle as the boy nodded and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“ Right, sorry,” Asta said before he frowned a bit in confusion. “ But where’s Yuno? Shouldn’t he be in his office? Or is he slacking off again?” He half-joked, both of them knew that Yuno wasn’t one to slack off, especially after he became King.

“ Well…” The woman trailed off hesitantly, causing Asta’s frown to deepen as he listened to Ciel as she began to explain.

Earlier, In the Spade Kingdom

Yuno sat quietly at his desk, the wheels in his mind still turning at what could possibly be causing the merchants to disappear. He and Ralph had requested the assistance of the Lumi Kingdom in the investigation, but so far they had received any word from them. Which was very concerning to say the least.

Yuno was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard a knock on his office door, he watched Ralph poke his head in for a moment before he opened the door fully and walked inside.

“ Your Majesty,” He saluted, and Yuno quickly waved it away, muttering that it was just them, so there was no need to be so formal.

“ Any word from Lumi yet?” He asked, but was disappointed when Ralph shook his head.

“ Not yet, but we think their communications are down due to the terrible snow storm that swept through last week. We’ll keep trying, sir.” Yuno nodded as he listened before he let out a quiet sigh.

“ If they don’t answer in 2 days, then we’ll start the investigation ourselves.” Yuno said, and Ralph nodded in agreement.

“ And if they continue to ignore our requests?”

“ Then…we’ll send a few diplomats over to check on them. If their communications really were knocked out due to the storm, then they need our help.” Yuno said, and Ralph nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, the door burst open and in rushed Neva. She looked slightly out of breath, and despite her calm appearance, Yuno could tell that something was wrong. He quickly stood up and walked over to her with a confused and slightly concerned look.

“ What-?” Before he could even finish his question, Neva cut him off.

“ Is Kya with you?” She asked quickly as her eyes moved around the office, Yuno looked around for a moment as well before he shook his head.

“ No she isn’t, why? What’s going on?” He asked, worry beginning to take over his normally calm tone, and Neva took a deep, calming breath before she looked at her husband again.

“ Kya…Kya’s missing.”

———

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[ihatepeoplesomuchuwu]

I have no idea if the anon who posted supporting Gays Against Groomers can see this, but-- the fact that you were medically transitioned as a child, presumably including surgeries and hormones, is not okay and I hope the person who did that can be sued for malpractice.

However, this doesn't change the SEVERE harm that GaG does. Allies of GaG have posted topless/unclothed images of minors on multiple occasions, without consent of those individuals. GaG has deliberately placed itself in a position where they can essentially say and claim whatever they want to, and if you protest it, you're declared a Groomer, even as GaG claims drag queens are all inherently groomers.

As someone who was groomed by a gay person, its very important to me that I make this clear. GaG is not about the victims of crimes. It is about power. It is about appealing to people who would turn against us at a moments notice. GaG is a group of "the good gays" who forget that they're, well, targets too.

What frustrates me, too, is calling the statement "minors don't transition medically" disingenuous.

It isn't.

MOST minors don't transition medically. The ones that do should not have been--and, again, hormone blockers are not medical transitioning and are given to cis kids with little issues. It isn't disingenuous at all to say that minors don't transition medically because its the general rule. I tried to do so myself when I was a minor so. Yknow. That would be how I know that.

Its pretty wild to just call GaG "brash". They actively harrass gay people and ESPECIALLY trans people. They make a big scene with their presence at pride events,implicitly calling everyone else a groomer. They quite literally lie.

I'm sorry about your experience, I'm sorry about my experience, but they're still shit people who don't understand that to people like Matt Walsh and Ben Shapiro and Ron Desantis, we are all degenerates who deserve to be made illegal.

I wish I could add to this, but you put a lot into this, and it is written so damn well. ^^

I need to personally look more into GaG because this is the first I have heard about them showing pictures of minors... That's disgusting, and I hope that isn't true.(It makes me think of peta, how they show these horrible things that happened to animals, and the claim they are "doing a good thing.") I have heard both good and bad things from GaG, so I need to take the time to do some serious digging on them to know what else is going on.

I wish I could truly add more, but just like the other anon, I feel it might be best if I don't add anything/influence people's take on this, you know? You both wrote such beautiful posts and I don't want to ruin/stir the pot with my pov(which I shouldn't even comment on them since I know barely anything about them and haven't gone through what all of you guys did) It makes me happy that we're all talking like this as civil people instead of being "NUH UH" type deal. I have huge respect for all of you! Please have a wonderful day/night and hydrate, please. UwU

(P.s. If you want to add more or private message me to add more, let me know! I'm here for you guys, in my ask box and messages. ^^ Here you go, Anon ✨️👑✨️

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

Clone Adoption Agency (Chapter 7)

So, this was originally planned to be chapter 6, but it was too long so double uploads! Woo! Enjoy!

Kaviir landed the ship with little incident and was soon back inside the stale white walls of Kamino. She was looking around rather hurriedly for Jango. However she bumped into Darman along the way.

“Ow, hey watch it- Oh! Kaviir! Hey!”

"Darman!" She hugged him excitedly, he could feel her clothes were soaking wet, "Have you seen Jango?"

“Uh, I think he and Kal’buir are speaking with Lama Su right now.” He nodded, sure of his memory, “Why? Want to talk to them?”

"Yes! Can you take me to them?" She asked

“Yeah!” He grabbed her hand, “Let’s go!” He led the girl to a large room with multiple chairs in it. Kaviir could hear arguing from the other side of the wall. She frowned and moved Darman against the wall behind her as she inched closer to listen in.

“You can’t seriously be okay with this, Fett!” Kal shouted

“I’m not, but this is their rules, and their facilities. We need to-“

“What? Play along? Bend to their rules? It was a KID, Jango. What if they-“

“Gentlemen.” A smoother voice spoke up, “I’m terribly sorry you both had to deal with this, we do our best to keep our personal affairs away from outsiders. I can assure you, this won’t be a problem again. And the responsible pods will be dealt with appropriately.”

Kaviir frowned, this didn't sound good.

Skirata cursed in mandalorian and stormed out, he didn’t even notice the two kids as he walked away. Jango spoke some more with Lama Su before leaving as well.

Darman gave her a worried look, but she nudged him to go around and catch up with Kal. He nodded, gave her another worried look, then reluctantly left.

Kaviir followed Jango as he left and got his attention,"Jango..."

He spun to look at her, “Oh, Kaviir, what’s going on?”

"Mom told me to come get you. " She looked worried,"Also... I really need to talk to you about something."

“What’s wrong?” He knelt down next to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, “Is she hurt?”

"Well..." She explained about the Aiwha

“Okay?” Fett sounded confused, “I don’t know what she’s planning, but it sounds like she just wants me to watch you, so… come on.”

"Okay." She nodded and followed him.

“So, you go to ride an Aiwha, eh?”

"Yeah." She grinned,"It was awesome."

“I’m glad you had fun, just don’t tell Boba.” He chuckled.

"Why?"

“He’s been pestering me to take him fishing for one. If he hears that you RODE one, I’d never hear the end of it.” He smiled and ruffled Kaviir’s hair.

"See, now I have to tell him." She giggled

“Ah, but then you’ll make ME sad.” He gave her a playful frowning face, “That wouldn’t be very nice, now would it?”

"Hmmm... Touchè." She grinned

“But more impressively, in my opinion, is that you learned to fly your moms ship. That thing is actually a refitted mandalorian blockade buster, don’t know if you know that.”

"I did not." She shook her head

“Yep. That bird has some major firepower. Broke through a federation blockade once back on Hutta.” Jango laughed, “Your mom was like a one woman army.”

"I believe that." She nodded,"one hundred percent."

“Maybe she’ll show you how to use the weapon systems too. You’ve never known funny til you’ve seen a Nemoidian cha’kaar trembling like a baby for you to NOT blow his treasury into low orbit.”

"That does sound funny." She giggled

They arrived back at his quarters where Boba was looking out the window. He smiled when he saw Jango, “Hey dad.”

“Boba, good news. I brought you a friend.”

Kaviir waved,"Hey Boba!"

“Oh, hey.” He smiled and walked up to her, “It’s been a while since you’ve been here.”

"Yeah, we've been busy." She smiled

“I can tell. How’s training going for you all?” He asked.

"Pretty well." She shrugged,"Eventually the boys will catch up to me in hand to hand."

“And maybe one day you’ll be able to shoot.” Boba teased.

"Ow, that hurts." She joked and clutched her chest like she was shot

“Call it how I see it. So what’s up? Why are you here? Not that I’m complaining.”

"Mom's busy, Jango gets to play babysitter for me.' she shrugged

“Fun.” He nodded, “Want to do anything?”

"Could play a game." She suggested

“What kind of game?” Boba asked

"Dunno, hide and seek?"

“Not a lot of places to do that in here.” He sighed.

'Hmm.... What do you usually do for fun?" She asked

“Umm, I usually go on jobs with dad offworld.” He shrugged, “Sometimes, anyway.”

"Wow, haven't been off world in a while."

“Really, your mom doesn’t take you?” It was weird seeing a clone call Vette anything other than commander.

"Nope. She doesn't leave either." She shook her head

“That’s weird. I wonder why dad can?” He looked over to his fathers dressing room.

"Probably because he's higher up?" She shrugged

“Fair enough.” He nodded, “Want to see some of the places we’ve been?” He smiled.

"Sure!" She grinned

Boba grabbed a holopad and began scrolling through captured images of all of the places they had visited. Kaviir looked with him excitedly and asked plenty of questions. They chatted about those things that kids do. And eventually Jango had to put Boba to bed. They said their goodnights, and soon it was just Kaviir and Jango.

Like usual when she was here after something chaotic, he brought out the sweets and they settled down to talk.

"So, you said there was something you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked sliding her a bowl of frozen sweet cream.

She nodded and looked at it,"Jango.... I need you to promise you won't say anything about any of this to Mom, or Kal, or anyone. Ever." Her eyes flicked up to his, holding a pleading gaze.

He furrowed his brow and nodded,"Of course, but what's so worrisome you can't tell your mother or Kal?"

"Well.... I think it'll make things worse for everyone...." Then she quietly began to explain about seeing the incident with Kal, then the vents, then the kaminoan child hiding in her closet.

By the end Jango was a mixture of stunned and concerned. "Twins...." He mumbled while thinking everything over.

Kaviir nodded, realizing what he meant. Leruc had lost his mother, brother, and family that day. "Jango.... he's not safe here." She frowned,"They'll kill him."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, this was a dangerous situation. They could take this childs rescue as an afront and make it a problem for them. Putting all the kids at risk. "Let me see what I can do. For now keep him hidden. I'll help with getting him extra food and clothes."

"Thank you Jango." She hugged him tightly, he sighed and returned the affection,"I know I keep asking a lot of you. But I really appreciate everything." She said softly.

"Don't worry about it kiddo, you're doing just fine." He said gently.

They ate and worked out a few details about how to help Leruc. After another hour or so, there was a knocking at the door as Vette stepped through, she was soaking from head to toe, but looked rather pleased with herself.

Kaviir looked at her concerned,"You uh....look kinda wet."

“We were out in the ocean, hun.” Vette removed her helmet and smiled

"Touchè." She nodded

“Come on, let’s get home. Unless you want to stay and pester Jango some more.”

"I do, but I am also wet and very tired." She sighed

“Then let’s go before you catch another cold and Scrubs has to give you another steroid booster.”

"Oh how terrible that would be." She said sarcastically

“So you admit it.” She ruffled Kaviir’s hair and walked her back, “Come on, little one.”

"Okay one sarcastic remark doesn't make it true." She sighed

“No, but it’s fun to tease you, I won’t get to do it forever, you know?” Vette laughed

"Eh I'm sure you'll find something." She shrugged

“Think so? What am I going to do when you’re all big and strong?” Vette pulled her close, “My baby girl all grown up?”

"Tease my husband?" She shrugged

“That will be your job, baby girl.” Vette smiled.

"Why?" She looked confused

“Teasing your husband? I’m not going to be there to pester you two all the time.” Vette laughed, “Now hush, I’m not ready for you to go yet.”

"I'm not ready for boys yet." She shook her head

“Damn right, you’re not.” Vette scooped her up and tossed her gently in the air, pulling her back down into a hug as they continued to walk. Kaviir could tell it was a little harder for her mom to lift her now with how old she was getting.

She hugged her tightly,"Yeah."

“So. Did you have fun riding the aiwha?”

"Yeah!" She grinned,"I love him, I've named him Squiggles."

“Her.” Vette corrected, “You’ve named HER squiggles.”

"Sorry, lady Squiggles." She corrected

Vette shook her head, “You named it…”

"Yes I did." She nodded

“Why did you name it?” She looked to her daughter.

"Because." She shrugged

“Well, who knows, maybe it bonded with you.” She shrugged as they returned home. She set Kaviir down and sat on her chair, leaning her head back, “What a day…”

Kaviir flopped onto the floor,"Seriously."

“What are you doing down there, goober?” Vette smiled.

"Dying." She groaned

“Aren’t you a little young to be doing that?” Vette sat on the floor next to her.

"Yes." She huffed

“That’s too bad. Guess I’ll just go eat the rest of that cake by myself.” Vette shrugged, and hauled herself up to go to the kitchen.

"That's just rude." She huffed,"I'm dying and cake is the only cure."

“I could also get you know who in here if you’re dying.” Vette teased.

"Don't you dare." She shot her a look

“Then come over here and get some cake.” Vette grabbed two plates and some cutlery.

She hopped up and went over to her.

Vette gave Kaviir the last corner piece along with a playful wink. She thanked her but was confused by the wink. Vette sat down with her own piece and they began eating. After they had finished, and Kaviir sneaking Leruc some cake, they all passed out for the night.

Hours later Kaviir woke up from a thunder clap, she went to get some water and peeked in to check on her mother. Looking at the bed she noticed that Vette wasn’t there. She frowned and rubbed her eyes,"Mom?" She called out as she looked around.

But she wasn’t anywhere in their quarters.

Something made her uneasy. Kaviir checked on Leruc, decided to let him sleep. Then she slipped out into the facility. She spent the next hour searching. Deciding it was best to narrow things down she went to see if she was with Jango. But she could hear as she traveled further the sound of an aiwha from somewhere in the facility, it did not sound happy. Furrowing her brow she followed the sound. She was soon standing over a massive hangar with a caged aiwha in the middle. Vette was feeding it something. She furrowed her brow and made her way around to get a better look. As she got closer, Kaviir could see they were simply large fish from a decently sized bucket.

She made her way down and went over to Vette,"Mom?"

Vette looked up suddenly, “Kav’ika? What are you doing here?”

"I woke up, you weren't in the room." She looked at her confused,"Why is he in a cage?"

Vette looked beyond tired, her head was swimming in thoughts as she struggled to find the right thing to say,“Kaviir, can I ask you a question, and you give me your honest opinion?”

"Sure?" She nodded still confused

“If you saw me with one of the boys, fighting off a group of bullies to keep him safe, but they killed him anyway, what would you do?”

She furrowed her brow,"Fight them? Or get an adult? Why?"

“Because your mom is about to do something very dangerous, but necessary, for all of our sakes. I can’t stop you from worrying, but please… don’t think any less of me.”

"Mom...what are you going to do?" She looked concerned, worry laced in her voice.

“I’m going to keep you safe. I’m going to keep them all safe.” Vette sighed, “Go back to bed, little Nexu.”

"O...Kay...." She said carefully,"....mom?"

“Yes, sweetheart?”

"Don't do anything stupid."

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure none of my kids get hurt… especially you.” She sighed and grabbed an long metal pole.

"Mom."

“Go to bed, Kaviir. That’s not a request.” Her eyes held dark circles beneath them as she looked back to her daughter, something was clearly eating at her, and Kaviir could guess it was only going to get worse.

She didn't move,"Mom."

“I said go to bed, Kaviir.” Vette’s voice became more stern. Her grip around the pole tightening as the Aiwha’s pupils narrowed between the two of them.

She face palmed irritated,"Mom!"

“That’s an ORDER SOLDIER!” She slammed the blunt end of the staff onto the ground as it roared to life with electricity. The aiwha roared angrily, but seemed to retreat from Vette as its eyes were filled with a primal sense of fear.

Kaviir pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled something very aggressive in mandoa, then she crossed her arms and gave Vette a glare,"Will you knock it off. Why do you always get so pissy when I want to ask for a hug. Damn."

Vette sighed, “Because I can’t keep you all safe with hugs… I can’t be a mom if you’re dead on some battlefield, or taken away by the Kaminoans in the middle of the night…”

"No, but you can keep the nightmares away with a hug." She huffed,"especially the ones that come up when you leave me alone in the middle of the night."

“I’m sorry, little one.” Vette shook her head, “the nightmares will have to wait, I need to keep you safe. Once I know they won’t take you away from me… once I keep away the monster out here, then I’ll take care of the ones in your head.”

"Fine." She huffed and turned to leave,"whatever you say Commander."

Vette could feel the tears welling up. She wanted so badly to turn around and pull her daughter into a hug, to take her away from all of this. She hated that she had to do this just to make sure Kaviir was safe. She could hate her if she wanted to, all that mattered is that she would live.

Kaviir could here her mothers sobbing through her helmet.

Every ounce of preteen angst shattered at that. Kaviir stopped and felt her chest clench. It only took a moment, the next thing Vette knew Kaviir had walked back over and wrapped her in a hug,"Mom... please don't cry." She could here the girl fighting back a sob,"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have acted like that."

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Vette deactivated the staff and held on to her daughter.

She held her tightly,"I love you."

“I love you too, baby.” Her hair was mess still.

Kaviir tried to fix her hair,"You need rest mom." She said sadly,"Please."

“I know, baby girl, I know.” Vette sighed, “I just need to do this.”

"just please, take a break afterwards." She sighed,"Just one day."

“You should listen to her, Ruusan.” A familiar voice called out.

Kaviir looked towards them.

Walon Vau was standing there with Delta Squad. “You’re no good to any of them like this.” He folded his arms over his chest, and his expression looked almost sympathetic.

For once Kaviir didn't glare at him she just looked back to her mother.

“Funny coming from you.” Vette sighed.

“Then maybe you should be curious if it’s to the point where I’M the one telling you.” He looked over, “The boys can handle watch duty for tonight, I’ve been meaning to teach them about Sentry detail anyway.”

“Vau… that’s not-“

“I don’t care, Vette.” It was odd hearing him use anyones first name, “Get to bed. Or I’ll tranq the both of you and haul you back to your quarters myself.”

"Mom, please." Kaviir asked softly

Vette looked between the two of them and sighed before nodding towards her, picking her up and carrying her off towards their home.

Getting inside Vette dropped her armor and helmet haphazardly and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Kaviir waited up for her.

Vette returned in nothing but a sleeveless top and her underwear as she collapsed into bed. Her hair was a bit neater now, but her eyes still looked glazed over.

Once they were settled Kaviir climbed into bed with Vette and cuddled up to her. Frowning she cuddled beside her,"I love you."

“I love you too, Kaviir.” She wrapped an arm over her shoulder and held her close.

"Sorry..." She said softly

“Why?” She mumbled from the pillow.

"Because it's my fault we're here.... it's my fault you're so stressed...." She wimpered and buried her face into Vette's side.

Vette pulled her close and held her, “No, don’t you EVER blame yourself for this. Jango called me in, not you. I was the one who accepted. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

"I did....I told you to stay.... I wanted to train with the boys." She mumbled

“And you’ve made them so happy. They feel like they have something to live for besides the fighting.” Vette kissed her forehead.

"But you're scared."

“Of course I am.” She sighed, “I’m always scared somethings going to hurt you, but I can’t let my own fears hold you back.”

"I want you to talk to me."

“I know, sweetheart. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to talk like we used to. It’s a hard one to get right. But let’s rest for now.”

"Okay..." She nodded quietly

“We can talk tomorrow, and I’ll take the whole day off… okay?”

"Okay."

“We can do whatever you want, just the two of us.”

"Mhm." She mumbled sleepily.

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[poughkeepsies]

cause it's literally like

oh haha two straight best friends getting mistaken for a couple isn't that a funny gag -> nope buck's actually really happy about it and softly says thanks before skipping away

their friendship is so strong eddie still trusts buck with chris even after the tsunami -> but have you considered that there's NOBODY in this world he trusts with his son more than buck? what about the fact that "loving can hurt sometimes but its the only thing that I know"? and "wait for me to come home"? well guess who's HOME bitch

oh eddie is mad at buck for suing the city that's understandable that was fucked up -> uh uh uh let's not forget what he's actually mad about is the fact that he's not allowed to talk to buck and christopher misses him

oh buck and eddie joking about who can take the other in a fight that's classic dudebro behavior -> but buck is gonna walk toward him with his hand basically full on cupping his dick and eddie's gonna put really weird emphasis on that sip of beer he's taking and then we're gonna ramp up the tension and suddenly expel it by cutting to them playing video games cause haha the gay sex you definitely thought you were about to watch didn't happen subverting expectations classic screenwriting technique

buck and chris playing video games! that's so cute! -> oh but when chris asks buck to go to his house and continue playing buck doesn't immediately defer to eddie and eddie doesn't expect him to but he does give buck a very deliberate look that asks him to back him up exactly like a coparenting partner

chris is lashing out about eddie dating again and ran away from home? very expected this is a classic single parenting moment -> oh but he's gonna run away to BUCK and be comforted by BUCK promising to not go anywhere even though this entire thing had literally nothing to do with him and eddie is also gonna look to buck for help finding chris immediately after he finds out he's gone

eddie gets shot -> eddies blood is in buck's mouth. eddie reaches out for buck with his last moments of consciousness. eddie stays awake long enough go make sure buck is fine then immediately let's go. buck is the only choice for who has to tell chris and stay with him. eddie waking up is only shown through the moment where him and buck lock eyes, not when he actually woke up. eddie gets shot and buck practically tries to commit suicide immediately.

eddie made buck christophers guardian in case he dies? that's perfectly normal for friends people make their friends their kids godparent all the time! -> but he hid it for a YEAR he kept it secret he had no intention of letting buck know about the will he was gonna take it to his grave and let his lawyer break the new and he ONLY told buck about it to literally give him a reason to live. also we're gonna make him call buck by his first name. something no one else ever does.

buck gives eddie relationship advice, something friends do all the time -> buck tells eddie to break up with his girlfriend of half a year and the next day he does

eddies gonna quit the team and distance himself cause his mental health is devolving and buck is gonna super upset about it this is all understandable from both sides -> but while eddies distancing himself he's still gonna make sure buck is the first person after his son who gets to benefit from his newfound cooking skills and then he's gonna say the most cliche breakup line of all time and leave buck looking genuinely brokenhearted and then he's gonna go to a bar and only look at buck even though the entire team is right there and involuntarily smile at him smiling and also buck is gonna be the only one covered in light in the frame just in case you couldn't pick up what we were throwing down

eddie has a mental breakdown so his good friend buck goes to take care of him and his son like a good friend should - but eddie is also gonna apologize to HIM for scaring chris like he owes buck an apology for scaring their son and buck is gonna immediately pick up exactly where eddie left off with caring for chris and also eddies gonna come home to buck having drawn him a silly little heart to make him smile

eddie buck and chris hang out in their free time. friends do that! -> eddie and chris regularly pack up all their daily stuff like homework and board games and spend the day doing everything they'd be doing at home in buck's loft while he cooks for them. all they want is his company and they go completely out of their way for it

buck is in danger and eddie is scared and he's gonna do everything he can to save him. of course he is that's his best friend -> he's gonna run up a metal latter without a harness in a lightning storm after he just got struck by lightning and he's gonna briefly try to defy gravity and physics by pulling buck to him and he's gonna count every single second buck isn't breathing and he's gonna yell at doctors for no reason and he's not gonna look at bucks body and he's gonna silently cry to himself and try to hide it and he's gonna be the first person buck remembers in his coma dream

buck can't fall asleep* -> *buck can't fall asleep unless he's on eddie's couch in eddie's home

buck will try to act like he's fine after a traumatic experience* -> *buck will try to act fine after a traumatic experience unless eddie is the he's talking to at which point he will lay it all bare. something he doesn't do for his own sister.

buck has super math skills -> eddie is now profiting off buck's super math skills and he's gonna tell him to dress fancy and take him out and their winnings are gonna be used to feed eddie's son

at every single turn the 911 writers have a choice to make these two normal and then they DON'T

911 writers are so funny cause they have every opportunity to frame buddie's actions as normal best friend stuff and every single time they instead decide to add two extra lines or framing/lighting/music choices to be like OHOHOHOHOHOHO looks who's being weird and intense about their good male friend again

[spongebobanddaddypig]

S1E2 - A Very, Merry, Holly, Jolly Daddy Pig Christmas

[Establishing shot of the Krusty Krab. It is snowing outside and the restaurant has been decorated for Christmas. SpongeBob is on his lunch break and is eating with Patrick.]

Patrick: SpongeBob, do you think Santa’s a pedophile?

SpongeBob: Patrick what the fuck-

Patrick: No, no, hear me out. Listen, he spies on children, right? And he knows where they all live. And he breaks into all their houses every year and leaves them presents!

SpongeBob: Patrick I really don’t think-

Patrick: I’m just saying it seems kinda sus, don’t you think?

[Mr. Krabs walks over.]

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob! Yer’ve got five moar minits until yer break’s up!

SpongeBob: Yes, Mr. Krabs, we’re just finishing up!

[Patrick looks over to someone walking in the restaurant.]

Patrick: Hey, isn’t that the big fat guy that’s been living at your place, SpongeBob?

[Daddy Pig walks over.]

Daddy Pig: Hello everyone!

Narrator: Daddy Pig has come to eat at The Krusty Krab.

Patrick: Hey, it’s the funny invisible guy that follows him around too!

Narrator: The SpongeBob characters aren’t used to have a narrator around saying the obvious every five seconds.

Mr. Krabs: SpongeBob, you didn’t tell me ye found yerself a boyfriend!

SpongeBob: (laughs) Oh, he’s not my boyfriend, Mr. Krabs, that’s Daddy Pig from the hit television series Peppa Pig! He’s living with me while he, uh… sorts some issues out.

Mr. Krabs: Well, it’s very nice to meet ya, Daddy Pig.

[Mr. Krabs and Daddy Pig shake hands.]

Daddy Pig: Well, it’s nice to meet you too I guess.

SpongeBob: Oh, Daddy Pig, that’s my boss Mr. Krabs. …hey, shouldn’t you be at work too?

Daddy Pig: Oh, I clogged the toilet so I called a sick day before anyone could find out it was me.

SpongeBob: Ew…

Daddy Pig: I don’t have this big tummy for nothing! (laughs)

Mr. Krabs: Say… you ‘’do’’ have a big tummy!

Daddy Pig: Well, it’s not ‘’that’’ big…

Patrick: It is ‘’quite’’ big.

Daddy Pig: My tummy is ‘’not’’ big!

[Mr. Bull walks by.]

Mr. Bull: No offence mate, but your tummy’s so big you could see it from out of space! (walks off laughing)

Narrator: Daddy Pig doesn’t like it when people make fun of his big tummy.

Daddy Pig: ‘’’’’I DON’T HAVE A BIG TUMMY!!!’’’’’

Mr. Krabs: Hey! Sorry Mr. Pig, I only brought it up because I just thought we could, you know… make some “business” out of it.

Daddy Pig: What do you mean?

Mr. Krabs: Well, I was just thinking, with that, um… small, regular sized tummy of yours you could be a valuable member of The Krusty Krab team.

Daddy Pig: Hm… I don’t know. I mean I work harder than Grandad Dog five days a week at the office.

Mr. Krabs: Oh no! We’d only need you on weekends. You see, Christmas is coming up and we’re still looking for someone to play Santa Claus. You know, for the kids.

Daddy Pig: Who’s Santa Claus?

Mr. Krabs: (laughs) Oh, that’s a good one, Mr. Pig!

Daddy Pig: No, I’m serious!

SpongeBob: Wait… you don’t know who Santa is?!

Patrick: You are missing out, dude.

Mr. Krabs: You know, he’s the big fat- I mean, slim guy who flies around the world on Christmas Eve bringing presents to everyone in the world!

Daddy Pig: ‘’OH!’’ You mean Father Christmas!

Patrick: Who the fuck is Father Christmas? Some kind of priest?!

Daddy Pig: You know, Mr. Krabs, I would ‘’love’’ to play Father Christmas!

Mr. Krabs: Great!

Daddy Pig: I mean, now that I’m not looking after my children I don’t have anything better to do and I could use the extra money! How much you paying per hour?

Mr. Krabs: Um… we’ll talk about that later. But now this is settled, I just need ya to come into me office and… ‘’sign a few contracts’’.

Daddy Pig: (gulp)

[Cut to The Krusty Krab on Saturday. There is a huge line stretching across town of people waiting to meet “Santa”.]

Scott the Woz: Hey all, Scott here… and I’m in the queue to meet Santa! No reason, just felt like it.

Miss Rabbit: Oh my God, I so can’t wait to meet Father Christmas! I’m such a big stan, you know?! We’ve all been making sure to stream Jingle Bells this year, right? Right?

[Cut to Mr. Krabs and SpongeBob waiting outside a toilet stall for Daddy Pig to finish changing.]

Daddy Pig: Um… I don’t think the costume quite fits, Mr. Krabs.

Mr. Krabs: Of course it fits! I bought the biggest size they had! Just hurry up already! Have you seen how big the line is? I’m gonna make a killing off of this!

SpongeBob: (worried) Mr. Krabs, are you really sure it’s a good idea to lie to everyone about Daddy Pig being the real Santa Claus? I mean… it’s kinda sorta fraud we’re doing here.

Mr. Krabs: Aw, don’t worry SpongeBob. I’m sure Santa doesn’t mind.

SpongeBob: …really?

Mr. Krabs: Of course! Why would he mind? He’s a busy man, he doesn’t have time for this sort of thing. Everyone knows that!

SpongeBob: (smiles) Oh, okay!

[Daddy walks out of the stall dressed as Santa.]

Daddy Pig: Okay, I think I’m ready now.

Narrator: Daddy Pig is dressed just like Father Christmas!

Mr. Krabs: Great! Now, what about you, Mr. Squidward? Are ‘’you’’ ready?

[Squidward walks out of the stall next to Daddy Pig’s dressed as an elf.]

Squidward: (frowning) Ho ho ho. Merry Christmas one and all.

Mr. Krabs: (gasps) Mr. Squidward! Do you not have ‘‘any’’ Christmas spirit?!

[Pause. Squidward sighs.]

Squidward: (pretending to be happy) Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!

[Pause.]

Mr. Krabs: Eh, the kids’ll buy it.

[Cut to the line of parents and children waiting outside the restaurant for Mr. Krabs to open the doors.]

Nat Peterson: Hey! What’s the hold up? We’ve been waiting in line for hours!

Peter Griffin: Yeah, gee Lois we’ve been waiting here longer than CrazySponge’s dick when he sees Roxa-

[Mr. Krabs kicks the doors open. In the background Daddy Pig (dressed as Santa) is seen moving over to sit on a Christmas-themed throne where Squidward’s boat should be.]

Mr. Krabs: Heh-heh. Sorry for the hold-up, folks! Santy Claus was stuck in a bit of a traffic jam coming all the way here from the North Pole!

Danny Dog: Hey doesn’t his magic reindeer pull him on his sleigh through the sky?

Mr. Krabs: His reindeer, um… died. But never mind that, it’s time to meet Santa Claus!

[Everyone cheers as they rush into the restaurant to meet Santa. There is a roped queue across the restaurant all the way to Santa’s throne. Cut to SpongeBob and Squidward at the back of the queue with Daddy Pig. Squidward is talking to the first customer.]

Squidward: Alright, so it’s twenty dollars to meet Santa, an extra fifty if you want to get the big man’s autograph, and an extra ten if you want to take a photo. For fifteen dollars we do do quote unquote “professional photos” with a camera Mr. Krabs bought from the dollar store… if you’re interested in that.

Mummy Pony: Um… I think we’ll just meet Santa.

Squidward: You’re really blowing the banks today, aren’t you?

[Mummy Pony pays Squidward and Pedro Pony, in a cowboy costume, runs over to Daddy Pig.]

Daddy Pig: Ho, ho, ho! I’m Father Christmas!

Pedro Pony: Bullshit

Daddy Pig: Eh, what?

Pedro Pony: I know you’re just some fat fucker in a costume.

Daddy Pig: I am ‘’’’’NOT’’’’’ a fat fucker!

Pedro Pony: Hey… aren’t you Peppa’s dad?

Daddy Pig: Er… I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m Father Christmas! Ho ho- (his fake beard falls off) oh shit.

Narrator: Oh dear. Daddy Pig has been outed as a fat liar.

Daddy Pig: ‘’’’’I AM NOT A FAT LIAR!!!’’’’’

[Daddy Pig puts his fake beard back on.]

Daddy Pig: I mean, merry Christmas everyone!

[Pause.]

Daddy Pig: (sighs) What would you like for Christmas, kid?

[Pedro sits on Daddy Pig’s lap.]

Pedro Pony: Well… “Father Christmas”, I would like an AK-47 to go with my cowboy costume! I already asked my mum, but she said it wasn’t very child friendly.

Daddy Pig: Um… well, I’m not sure about tha-

Pedro Pony: Do it or I’ll leak your nudes all over Twitter dot com!

Daddy Pig: Alright, alright! I’ll get you the AK-47!

Pedro Pony: (giggles) Thanks, Santa! You’re the best!

Mummy Pony: Smile for the camera now, Pedro!

[Daddy Pig and Pedro smile as Mummy Pony takes a photo with her phone.]

Squidward: That’ll be an extra ten dollars, ma’am.

[Mummy Pony groans as she hands over the money. Pedro Pony happily skips off with her.]

Squidward: Alright, who’s next?

[Cut to SpongeBob talking with Mr. Krabs.]

SpongeBob: Aw, it just warms my heart to see all the joy we’re bringing to the children of Bikini Bottom! …and Peppa Pig World, apparently.

Mr. Krabs: Well we are neighboring towns now. And you know, this warms my heart too, boy-o. And my wallet!

[Mr. Krabs starts laughing, SpongeBob half-confusingly joins in. Cut to Scott the Woz sitting on Daddy Pig’s lap.]

Scott the Woz: -and I’d like another copy of Flingsmash, one this isn’t wet this time, and one of those Chia Pet things, I broke all my other ones, and some more Madden 08, but please for the love of all that’s holy please don’t get me Madden 09 because I d-

Squidward: Alright, your time’s up. Can we move it along please people?

Scott the Woz: Ugh, fine…

[Scott sulks as he walks off.]

Squidward: Next!

[Mummy Pig approaches with Peppa and George.]

Narrator: Peppa and George have come to meet Father Christmas.

Squidward: Two children? That’ll be forty dollars, ma’am.

Mummy Pig: (handing over the money) Now, George here has autism so please be kind to him.

Narrator: George has autism.

Squidward: …whatever.

[Peppa and George skip over to Daddy Pig.]

Peppa: (giggles) Hi, Father Christmas!

Daddy Pig: Er… hi Peppa and George!

Peppa: (gasp) He knows our names, Mummy!

Daddy Pig: I- well- of course I do! I’m Father Christmas!

Narrator: Peppa and George think Daddy Pig is Father Christmas!

Peppa: What did he just say?

Daddy Pig: Er- nothing! Nothing! Now, what would you two like for Christmas this year?

George: Dinosaur! Grrr!

Peppa: Oh George! You always say dinosaur for ‘’everything’’!

Daddy Pig: Ho-ho! Well, Santa will see what he can do. And Peppa, what would ‘’you’’ like for Christmas this year?

Peppa: Well… all I ‘’really’’ want for Christmas this year is for Suzy to come back.

Narrator: Suzy Sheep is dead.

Peppa: It’s just not the same without her, and I’m missing her every day!

Narrator: Peppa and Suzy were in lesbians with each other.

Peppa: I just… I just don’t know why they had to murder her like that.

[Peppa starts crying on Daddy Pig’s lap.]

Narrator: Peppa has started to cry on Daddy Pig’s lap.

Daddy Pig: It’s… it’s okay, Peppa. Father Christmas can’t make Suzy to come back… but everything is going to be okay…

[Pause.]

Peppa: You really think so?

Daddy Pig: Of course, Peppa…

[Pause.]

Peppa: Oh yeah, I’d also like my daddy back.

Daddy Pig: Wait, what?

Peppa: Yeah! A few weeks ago they had this BIG argument and mummy kicked him out of the house! She was saying things like “you know exactly what you’ve fucking done, you fucking fucker”, and “one-time thing my ass, you bloody git! Nothing you do can unfuck the Christmas turkey now, you twat!”

Narrator: Oh dear. Daddy Pig won’t be able to spend Christmas with his family this year.

Peppa: You can bring daddy back, can’t you Santa?

[Pause.]

Daddy Pig: Hm… I’ll see what I can do.

[Bubble transition to an exterior shot of SpongeBob’s pineapple decorated for Christmas. It is heavily snowing. Cut to the inside, where a large cast of characters have gathered around the table for Christmas dinner.]

Narrator: It is Christmas Day. All of SpongeBob’s friends have come to celebrate.

Patrick: Ugh, when is the food gonna be ready? I’m starving!

SpongeBob: (yelling from the kitchen) I’m almost done, Patrick! This Tesco Turkey doesn’t fuck itself, you know.

Mr. Krabs: Nothing you do can un-Tesco the Tesco Turkey.

Mr. Bull: Hey guys, calm down! They’re just about to announce this year’s Christmas number one!

[Everyone shuts up as Mr. Bull turns the radio up.]

Peter Griffin: (on radio) Hey Lois, remember that time I hosted the Christmas charts radio show? Heheheheheheh… anyway, I am very happy to announce that this year’s Christmas number one is… Boris Johnson Is A Sausage Roll by the K**ts!

[Everyone cheers, except Daddy Pig.]

Mr. Bull: WHOOOO! FUCK YEAH!

Scott the Woz: God, I love free speech.

Squidward: Boris Johnson really is a sausage roll!

Mr. Krabs: I just knew we could do it!

Daddy Pig: Meh.

Mr. Bull: What’s the matter, Daddy Pig? You’re not saying you actually ‘’like’’ the Tories, do you?

Daddy Pig: No, no, they stink. It’s just that… something just feels weird about Christmas this year.

Mr. Krabs: (sigh) I know mate, this must be hard for you. I mean, it’s the first Christmas without your family.

Pearl: Oh my God, having Christmas without your family is like so super duper lame guys.

Narrator: Even though this show is written by a female, it apparently does not know how to write female characters.

[SpongeBob walks in.]

SpongeBob: Hey, what’s the matter Daddy Pig?

Patrick: He’s missing his family or something, I don’t fucking know.

Daddy Pig: It’s just… you know, I thought Mummy Pig and I might have made up by now.

[Pause.]

SpongeBob: Well… maybe Mummy Pig and you haven’t made up yet… but I’d say you’re not missing Christmas with your family at all!

Daddy Pig: What do you mean? My entire extended family are having Christmas dinner at my house without me, you bastard!

SpongeBob: No, no, I just mean… don’t you think you’ve got a new family right here?

[Pause. Daddy Pig looks across the table. He looks at SpongeBob, and Patrick, and Squidward, and Mr. Krabs, and Scott the Woz…]

Daddy Pig: You know what, SpongeBob, I think you’re right! I’ve got my family right here!

SpongeBob: You bet you have, pal!

Daddy Pig: And you know what else, SpongeBob?

[Daddy Pig stands up.]

Daddy Pig: I think I’ve finally figured out the true meaning of Christmas! It’s not about the presents, or the snow, or Santa Claus…

SpongeBob: …it’s about the friends and family you share it with!

Daddy Pig: What? Hell no! It’s about realising that I’m better off without that filthy cheating bitch Mummy Pig and that I’ve got everything I need right here!

SpongeBob: Um, I don’t think that’s-

Daddy Pig: Yeah! You what, everyone? I think this might have just been the best Christmas ever!

SpongeBob: …well, um. I’m glad you feel that way, Daddy Pig! Now, who’s hungry?!

[Everyone raises their hands and cheers as the camera pans out of the house and into the night sky. Santa flies by on his sleigh or some shit I don't fucking know. The end.]

[sigmaleph]

the "sherlock holmes wasn't allowed to show emotions until yersterday" thing was never true except to the extent the meme of it made it true

by which i mean: sherlock holmes, the character, has been out of copyright for ages. some specific stories about him only came into the public domain in the past couple years, the last ones doing so in Public Domain Day 2023, i.e. yesterday, but the character has been in the public domain for much longer[1].

the doyle estate doesn't like this very much. they want to own the character of sherlock holmes and have everyone making a sherlock holmes adaptation pay them money for it, which many of them do[2]. so when someone doesn't pay them, they threaten to sue. presumably both for the money and because they don't want anyone else getting ideas.

there's two notable cases here. one is from 2013: someone writes some sherlock holmes stories without paying for licensing, the doyle estate says "nobody is going to sell your book because we work with all the big retailers to prevent unlicensed holmes stories from being sold", they go in front of a judge and say "hey can we get a declaratory judgement that they can't sue us over this because the character is in the public domain?"

the doyle estate's argument here is that the character isn't in the public domain. because there are later stories still under copyright, and those later stories continue to develop holmes' character, the whole thing is under copyright. judge says lol no. the later sherlock holmes stories are under copyright, the character itself is not. doyle estate appeals and loses.

the second notable case is the enola holmes one, the one from where 'sherlock holmes can't show emotions or respect women' comes from. someone writes a book series about sherlock holmes' kid sister called enola holmes, it gets popular, netflix makes a movie. doyle estate smells money in the water because they also didn't pay for licensing and they sue.

since the thing they tried last time didn't work, their new angle is: this sherlock holmes adaptation is using aspects of the character that only were developed in the later, still-under-copyright stories. like uh... [loud noises of scrambling to make up a justification] having... emotions...?

this is a terribly flimsy argument, it doesn't work either, and they lose[3]. again. it was never a real constraint unlicensed sherlock holmes adaptations had to work with. it never had any power, because it was nonsense. nothing changed yesterday regarding sherlock holmes' ability to show emotions.

but the doyle estate has been making money off people thinking being sued is a hassle for a while now. their real power is people thinking they need to ask permission, and it had been decisively proven that they don't. which, i guess is why the meme bothered me. by saying 'sherlock holmes isn't allowed to show emotions until the last stories enter the public domain' you give them power they want and don't really have.

yesterday, the last flimsy justifications the doyle estate was clinging onto for dear life finally vanished. you can even rewrite the adventure of the veiled lodger to have holmes and watson make out in between every sentence and nobody can stop you. they'll try something to continue to have a reason to exist, who knows what, but it'll have no legal force and hopefully everyone will know it. maybe they'll just keep the licensing page up and hope nobody actually checks that they don't need to pay, it's worked so far.

[1] this post will focus on the US law aspect of it, which matters most for various things (mostly: dealing with companies headquartered in the US to distribute your stuff). the laws in e.g. the UK are different and there even the last few stories have been in the public domain for over twenty years

[2] their licensing page proudly displays any number of recent holmes adaptations which didn't actually have to give them a cent, but, y'know, easier to just pay them than figure it out in court.

[3] suit is dismissed with prejudice by stipulation of both parties. there's no judge actually saying 'wow that is complete nonsense' but like. enola holmes didn't have to pay licensing, is the outcome.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

HIII ITS ME💪💪

OKOK SO- THIS IS IN A WAY SPECIFIC ??

(also i cant tell if this is against ur boundaries so if it is just feel free to ignore it !!)

SO IVE BEEN LIKE- BEING HARASSED BY A FEW OLD, TOXIC FRIENDS (thats the part that may or may not be against ur boundaries cause like- toxic relationships except like- its not like- uh- in at toxic relationship if that makes sense lol-pls tell me if it is ^^) BUT LIKE- ITS BEEN A TOUGH COUPLE OF DAYS LOL, VERY MUCH NEED SOME PHIL COMFORT FOR IT LMAOOOO

AGAIN IF THIS IS UNCOMFY PLSPLSPSL TELL ME- OKOK THANKS BYE ILY/P

Oh this is fine! Not against my boundaries at all. I'm sorry to hear you've been harassed and I hope this scenario I thought of helps <3

.........

Managing a Freddy’s establishment wasn’t exactly what you or Phil dreamed of. But as his assistant manager (and bf) you both made it work somehow.

While he handled the paperwork you usually scoped out the place to make sure things were running smoothly.

One day you find some people harassing Toy Freddy when he’s just trying to sing a song, mocking him and calling him mean names.

And they were grown adults, for that matter. Which was even worse.

You go to confront them is but suddenly recognize the group as your old friends. A mean bunch that you previously cut out of your life.

One of them spots you and says “oh hey [y/n] long time no see, you're working at another one of these dumps?”

“..uh yeah.”

“Why?”

“Come again?”

“Everyone knows what happened at the last place. Did you forget five kids vanished under your watch?” Another sneered, backing you into a corner. “I bet you had something to do with it..or maybe your stupid boyfriend did. What’s his last name again? Guy?”

“It’s pronounced “Gee”, for your information.” That irked you. Even after all these years their toxic attitudes didn’t change. “Listen. I won’t hesitate to kick you guys out. Now leave Toy Freddy alone-”

“But what if he bites another kid???” One feigns a terrified look, before laughing. “Can’t wait to see your stupid asses get sued. Maybe you'll be out on the streets. It’s what you deserve for working in this trashy place.”

Their immaturity was too much for you to handle, but before they could mock you further, they see Phil coming up behind you, literally seething red.

“At least [y/n] is at a job he loves. What the hell are you all doing with your lives besides being disrespectful fucks?” He’s speaking irrationally calm, though you knew he’s pissed off. “I won’t say this again: Get. Out. NOW!!!”

All at once your ex-friends flee the restaurant and you turn back to Phil, grateful he saved you.

“Thanks, hun.” You smiled, sighing as you looked down at your shaky hands.

‘When did they start doing that?’

“Of course. I guess those were the friends you mentioned..” He notices your hands and takes them into his own. There’s guilt flashing in his eyes, and a bit of lingering anger. “Why would they say those awful things?”

“Once an asshole, always an asshole I guess.” You shrugged, feeling a lot better now he was here. “They won’t change. But that’s fine. In the end I’ve grown and they didn’t.”

Phil was silent as you both went back to the office, and once there he suddenly turned around and hugged you. “If anyone ever harasses you like that again..please let me know. I’m always here for you, even if I may seem busy. You can always talk to me about anything.”

You were surprised, but smiled and hugged him back, feeling warmth and happiness in your chest.

“Thanks, Philly. Since when did you become so affectionate at work, hm?”

“...j-just now.” He blushes, hiding his face.

‘What a protective man’ You felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself. 

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win. 

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!” 

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them. 

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points. 

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders. 

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed. 

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough. 

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once. 

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed. 

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation. 

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out. 

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history. 

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test. 

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test. 

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them. 

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain. 

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike. 

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match. 

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump. 

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down. 

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did. 

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly. 

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them. 

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly. 

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.” 

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home. 

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out. 

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot. 

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!” 

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually. 

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp. 

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered 

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders. 

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations. 

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all. 

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better. 

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you. 

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest. 

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears. 

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.” 

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient. 

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back. 

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway. 

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Since you talked about Papyrus, what about the skeletons taking a night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?

Undertale Sans - He slept through the entire shift. Sure, he finds it odd to wake up inside one of the bear costume but it's not like he couldn't just teleport out of here. It looks like a great nap spot too. Maybe he'll come back to sleep here the next day. The Animatronics are so confused.

Undertale Papyrus - He makes friend with the nice ghosts inside of the costume. He didn't know there were other monsters here! The kids are confused about everything he's talking about and can't decide what to do of the new guard because he... He can't stop talking omg.

Underswap Sans - Man, he took the job only so he could climb on Freddy without anyone seeing him. He got quite a surprise when Freddy started to move, but he was also enjoying the ride very much so he doesn't care. The robots tried to grab him but Freddy is bigger, the other robots can't reach him, and Freddy's arms can't get up enough to grab his legs. Blue is taunting them, having fun.

Underswap Papyrus - Dude, the second Bonnie moved, he teleported his bony ass out of here. This place is creeping him out and this is way too much. He doesn't want to stay here, he's leaving. Fuck this job.

Underfell Sans - Uh. Bonnie is in front of the door. Chica is in front of the other door. Are they trying to assert dominance? Because he is more dominant, don't challenge him. He grabs a crowbar, opens the door and beats the hell out of the rabbit. He's fired in the morning.

Underfell Papyrus - He heard a noise and got out of the office to investigate. He found Chica half walking out of the stage and gasped, offended. "YOU! YOU CAN'T DO THAT. THAT'S NOT A THING ROBOTS DO. GO BACK TO YOUR STAGE OR I'M TELLING THE DIRECTOR. NOW." Chica is looking at him in bewilderment, so scared and confused she actually obeyed??? And all the other Animatronics are too scared to move now? How the hell that skeleton is so intimidating?

Horrortale Sans - He was in the kitchen for a midnight snack when something touched his shoulder. He grabbed a wok and hit Chica so hard in the face her head fled through the room. Oops. Don't scare him like that!

Horrortale Papyrus - He befriended the little ghosts and was so shocked to learn they are dead little humans. In the morning, William Afton is greeting by a very angry and pissed off skeleton that throws him through the door of the pizzeria asking him how he could have done that to innocent children, right in front of a police officer who was passing by. The end.

Swapfell Sans - The second Freddy moved, he ran to the main door, screaming hysterically, and banged on it, screaming for help. The neighbour called the police on the crazy skeleton yelling in the restaurant. Nox kept telling the officers the restaurant is haunted but no one believe him. But he doesn't want the ghosts to follow him home so he will make everyone blue until someone decide to go in the pizzeria and do something about the damn robots.

Swapfell Papyrus - "neato." He's having a blinking contest with some yellow Freddy that entered his office somehow despite him blocking both of the doors. It's a bit awkward, since Golden Freddy is not talking much, contrary to him who is trying to understand the hell he wants. Thank god he can't blink because he has eye sockets. Because he feels like if he blinks, he's dead. But that surely just an impression... right?

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well, he ran out of power and Freddy threatened him, so he grabbed the emergency ask and destroyed the robot, one by one, as they tried to attack him. The dude survived Underground, it's not four stupid Napstaton who are going to dust him. He's fired in the morning too. And sued by the company.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He locked himself in the toilets after Foxy chased him down through the entire pizzeria. All the robots are now banging on the door and he doesn't know how to teleport anymore because of how scared he is. He's just crying, begging for the robot to leave, until he remembers he has a phone and call Wine. A second later, a loud crash can be hear in the main hall as Nox rushed through the wall with his car to rescue his brother.

[joyful-soul-collector]

For the Weird Questions for Writers (because writers are weird) number 10 please (only if you want to answer 😄♥️)

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Oooh this is a good one. Yes, in a way! See I also upload my fanfic to Wattpad as well as AO3. I don't have any particular ties to Wattpad, I just like to make the stories available to as wide an audience as possible. However, Wattpad has an algorithm that's bunk as all hell so normally I don't get more than like 50 or so hits on there, and definitely no "votes" as they call them, nor any comments.

Except, on Here to Help (link to ao3 version here), which seemed to have caught the algorithm's eye.

This fucking thing has 171k hits on there. 5.4k votes. For context, HtH has 104k hits on AO3 and 2k kudos. There's more votes on Wattpad since you can vote on each individual chapter there, but still like. That's a fucking lot.

I have not updated this thing in two years. It still gets regular comments on it on wattpad. They're all from like 12-15 year olds, and most of them are completely irrelevant to the fic itself.

There's been a pair of kids sending lyrics to "American Pie" back and forth to each other in the comments section. They're sending one line at a time. They're not done with the song yet. It's very annoying and I could just delete the conversation and stop it altogether, but I can tell they're having fun so I'm waiting until they're done with it to delete it.

That has been happening for a full week now.

Two children actively told another child NOT to go on ao3 because "it's full of depressed su!c!dal kids who feel pain alot" and "the tags Will definitely not hold back on description. I got traumatised just by reading some tags. Be careful commrade……be careful *hobbles away like an old witch*".

That happened yesterday.

A child yelled at me in the comments for the story containing the spideypool ship. "At least WARN us about spideypool I hate spideypool more than I hate myself and that's saying something" the child cried. I told them they should've looked at the tags of the story before reading it, as it was clearly tagged as spideypool. The child yelled more, saying I should have put the spideypool tag AT THE TOP instead of near the bottom, where I had tagged all the other ships contained in the story. At the top is where I tagged all the trigger warnings I thought would be helpful to see first. I told them they needed to be responsible for their own internet experience and then blocked em.

That was after the story had been on hiatus for a full year already.

I COULD GO ON

This story has been on hiatus for 2 years and it still haunts me to this fucking day. There's obviously more good than there is bad tbh, I get lots of funny comments and compliments on this story I worked very hard on. One of my favorite upsides however was the day it became #1 in the tag for PTSD:

Mainly because I could screenshot it and turn into a meme:

So uh. TLDR of this is Yes. I do have a fic that haunts me. It's haunted by very entitled 13 year olds.

[seiijohhh]

the slow demise [1/?]

summary: He’d found you coated in blood, surrounded by death, and decided then and there, you were perfect. pairing: megumi fushiguro x f!gojo!reader a/n: this has been reposted from my original account @justauthoring​ -- so, if you recognize it, that’s why. im also tagging those who originally requested to be tagged in it, so they know where to find future parts. tags: @thatprofessionalfangirl - @sugarandsoft - @honeyy-honeyy-sweets - @strawberryflavoredjeans - @flowersbloominthedark - @juliajempire​ - @princess-bumblebee - @sageandberries-png - @yue-caelum - @a–nonymousse - @aryksworld - @godsentkita​ - @kat-su-ki

part one - part two - part three - part four

“This is a hundred percent your fault.”

Deadpanned, Fushiguro glowers down at you. “How is this my fault.”

“Dunno,” you shrug, stretching your arms above your head with an exaggerated sigh, making sure to keep your eyes trained on Fushiguro. Your intent is to make him feel guilty (even if he is right, it isn’t his fault) but that’s far easier said then done. The boy’s as stoic as ever. “Just is.”

“It was about time you came back to the school anyway,” Fushiguro huffs, and you blink slightly at the somewhat distressed tone of his voice – that was definitely off.

He doesn’t let you dwell on it very long before he’s walking off ahead of you, glancing around the rugby field the both of you found yourselves on. Purely because of curse power that basically reeked from it.

“I never was part of Jujutsu High School,” you cut in, rushing to catch up with him. “So I wouldn’t be returning. I’m not returning.” He turns to look at you, to which you glare at him, hoping that’ll make it perfectly clear. But he merely shrugs, not even bothering to respond to you, turning back to the field.

Huffing, you cross your arms over your chest, glancing down just as a curse pops beneath the veil, gurgling and groaning, before disappearing from sight once more. “What’s with this rugby field anyway?” You call out, turning to look over your shoulder at Fushiguro whose gone off the other direction. “Is there a dead body buried here or something?”

“Even if there is,” Fushiguro mumbles, and you turn to see the same curse from before climbing up a pole, “I’m surprised to see one this high-leveled. It’s probably a grade two curse.” Then, meeting your eyes, he frowns. “Must be that cursed objects influence.”

Shuffling on your feet slightly, you glance up at it; “should we exorcise it?”

“Nah,” Fushiguro shrugs, walking past you and up the steps from the field.

Frowning, you glance back at the curse before moving to catch up with Fushiguro. “Why not? It could hurt somebody, the schools littered with stupid teenagers all day.”

“Nobodies walking on this field,” he gestures to the sign in front of him. “Not for a long time anyway.”

Eyeing the sign the blocks off the entrance to the rugby field, reading the words ‘No Unauthorized Entry’, you shrug. You were just tagging along because he forced you to, no need to put in anymore effort then necessary if Fushiguro wasn’t going to.

“Still, it’s presence is too strong to pin down. It feels like it’s close by, but it could still be far away, too. This special-grade curse is really a pain.”

Glancing over the boys shoulder at the photo of the curse he’d been provided, you raise a brow; “it’s been moved, right?” Fushiguro nods, “who could’ve been stupid enough to move it? And where is it now?”

“I have–”

“Over here! Coach Takagi is taking on Itadori from West Middle.”

“Woah, what are they competing for?”

Blinking at the new, bolstering voices, your head turns in the direction before your eyes gleam with excitement. Now, this is what you called exciting. Tugging on the sleeve of Fushiguro’s shirt, you turn to him with a gleam in his eyes; “we have to watch, Megumi!”

“We should really look for the–”

But you’re already pulling him along by the wrist, barely giving him any time to argue further, making it just in time to see what you assume is the coach previously mentioned lugging a weighted ball across the field. He throws it a respective distance, eyes lighting up with excitement as he cheers himself on in celebration.

“Fourteen meters!”

“Oooh,” you sing, clasping your hands in front of you.

Fushiguro eyes you, “what’s so exciting about track and field?”

Turning to him, you laugh; “it’s so…. simple!”

“Simple?”

“Yeah!” You nod eagerly. “I mean, we train every day, exercise curses every other day, but everyone here,” you gesture around you to the kids the exact same age as you, “has no idea and is living a perfectly normal teenage kid’s life. It’s… It’s amazing.”

You’re back to the scene before you, eyes caught by a shade of bright pink, that you don’t notice Fushiguro’s wandering gaze. You’d said it all with a smile on your face, but Fushiguro couldn’t help but notice the absolute longing in your gaze as you watched.

His attention, however, is caught by the growing volume of the crowd as they all cheer on ‘Itadori’ – the boy with pink hair and lanky arms that nearly topples over when the weighted ball is dropped into his hands. However, he swings it with ease and your jaw all but drops when it tosses it as if it weighed nothing, soaring through the air.

“Uh, roughly thirty meters.”

You turn to Fushiguro with a blank expression; “that wasn’t simple.”

All Fushiguro can do is nod.

“Or normal.”

Tugging you forward, Fushiguro and you come to a stop in front of the boy and who can assume is his friends. Knowing Fushiguro is doing the same, you pause, eyeing the boy.

“No curse energy.”

You nod, “pretty amazing.”

“I wonder if he’s like Zen’in-senpai.”

You shrug; “maybe.”

“Well, c’mon,” he sets a hand against your back, gently guiding you forward, “we should start looking for the–”

“Megumi!”

Pulling him back and out of the way from the approaching steps, your head turns in time just to see the boy from before, Itadori, racing past the both of you, with incredible speed. However, it’s the sharp shock of cursed energy you feel the second he runs past and the pair of eyes that seem to stare deep within your sole that have you gasping for air, blinking in surprise.

“Hey! You!” Fushiguro calls, obviously having sensed the same thing, but it’s hopeless – the boys too quick.

“Y/N,” Fushiguro calls, setting a hand on your back as you press your own against your chest. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, shaking your head. “I’m fine.” Then, meeting his eyes, you glance in the direction Itadori had run off. “Are you going to follow him?”

“Try to, at least,” he huffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You felt it too, yeah?”

“Nearly took my breath away,” you sigh, “but I think I should stay here.”

His brows furrow; “why?”

“I can still sense it here.”

Fushiguro frowns, glancing in the direction of the boy before back at you, lips pursed and worry clear in his gaze. He may pretend not to care, but it’s moments like these the truth bleeds through.

Shaking your head, you huff; “go.” You nod at him, “I’ll be fine. It’s not like I have been sitting on my ass these past months,” you tease lightly, sending him a wink but Fushiguro continues to just stare down at you, causing you to sigh.

“I’ll call you the second something shows up.”

He nods, content, moving to walk off.

“But Megumi?”

He glances back at you, brow raised.

“You call too, okay?” And at the look he sends you, you keep your face impassive, nodding; “the second something happens.”

With a simple nod, he’s off.

-

You really should’ve trained more.

“Fuck!”

Ignoring the pang that radiates throughout your entire body, and the blood that fades into your vision, you push yourself up, pressed against the wall. Originally, you’d thought that you’d be able to control the curse for just long enough that it’d let go of the two students it was trying to swallow and then you’d focus on getting the curse.

Fushiguro would scold you – tell you that getting the curse was the first priority, but you could stomach the thought of sacrificing lives just for a single finger. Even if that finger was one part of a whole to an incredibly strong, the strongest of all, King of Curses, Sukuna…

None of it really matter however – the finger was making the curse stronger, and you could barely control it for a second before you’d been flung back by your own power. Now, both kids and the finger were about to be swallowed, and you had no idea what to do.

And your phone had been crushed long ago that you had no way of contacting Fushiguro. You had no idea where he was or if he’d be coming back; which meant you were utterly and completely alone.

Ducking from a hit made directly for your head, you slipped past, sliding your hand along the body of the curse, infusing it with your curse power. You used speed you didn’t know you could still have with a pounding head and blurring vision, pointing your left point finger up, the right down, thumbs connection; “Cursed Technique; Domination: The Imprisonment Of One!” before flipping your hands.

The curse stops, your heart thumping and chest panging, but you can barely focus on that when you need to move fast. Rushing forward, you slide to your hip, moving to strike your hand up. And you land a good hit, moving to grab the girl first, before something wraps around your ankle, and pulls you up and away before flinging you across the hall.

You smack into the ground, rolling, your chest seizing as the wind is knocked out of you. Your vision darkens for a moment, and you think you’re going to pass out, but the pain is all too conscious and you realize with a huff that your ankle has been sprained with how it had thrown you.

“Fuck!” You call again, putting all strength in your hands to sit up.

“Y/N!”

Relief floods you almost instantly. You may be half awake, but you’d recognize that voice from anywhere. Hands land on you, and a small smile curls onto your lips almost subconsciously when you find Fushiguro staring down at you. His eyes flicker across your entire body taking in the blood and wounds, before meeting your eyes.

“It’s strong,” you huff, voice raspy, “I can’t hold it and fight.”

Glancing back, Fushiguro growls; “it’s trying to swallow her along with the cursed object?”

“I can hold it,” you call, grabbing his arm and squeezing, pulling his eyes back on you.

“Y/N, you can barely–”

“Just go! I can do it,” you interrupt, voice sharp, “you just have to–”

You’re interrupted by the sound of glass shattering, and before you know it a blur of familiar pink is flickering across your eyes once more. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s the boy from before, Itadori. What the hell was he doing here?

“Itadori!” Fushiguro calls, just as stunned as you. He moves to a stand in front of you, blocking you from sight, and huffing, you lean forward, trying to find the strength to stand.

He grabs the two students, pulling them from the curses grasp, making your eyes bulge in surprise – how did he…?

“So, this is a cruse? Not what I was expecting.”

Pushing yourself to a stand, ignoring the way your ankle throbs, you grab Fushiguro firm around the arm; “Megumi, what the hell is he doing here?”

Sighing, Fushiguro shakes his head; “it’s a long story.” And with a final glance forward, he steps towards the curse, exorcising with one more simple hit since it no longer has the finger so close in it’s grasp, before he moves towards Itadori.

“Honestly,” you huff quietly to yourself, “I leave him alone for a few hours and he’s already dragging an innocent kid into this.”

“I want to ask you what you’re doing here,” Fushiguro calls to him, his demon dogs snacking on the curse behind him, “but good job.”

“Not good job,” you growl, leaning on the wall for support as you glare at the two boys, specifically Itadori; “you could’ve gotten seriously injured,” you ignore the pointed look Fushiguro sends you, “or worse, killed.”

“Why so haughty?” The boy tilts his head; “by the way, what’s that munching on the curse?”

“My shikagami,” Fushiguro answers, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You can see them, then? Normally a curse can’t be seen. Not unless you’re on the verge of death or in special places like this.”

“Oh,” Itadori’s lips part in understanding; “I’ve never seen a ghost or anything before tonight.”

Lips parted, you eye the boy; “you’re not scared?”

“Well, I was scared for a bit,” he answers honestly, still holding his classmate in his arms. “But did you know? People really can die.”

“Y/N, help me!”

“Please. Y/N, stop…!”

“I… I–I can’t–I don’t–!”

Blinking, you force the memory away, shaking your head.

“Huh?”

“So I at least want the people I know to have proper deaths.”

“You’re killing us!”

Pressing your hand against the wall, your breath hitches, Fushiguro turning to you in concern briefly before turning back to Itadori as moves to stand; “not that I really get it myself.” And as he does, the curse slips from his classmate’s skirt pocket, catching it with ease reflexes; “this it?”

“Yeah,” Fushiguro nods, “that’s the special-grade cursed object, Ryomen Sukuna’s finger. It’s a miracle it didn’t get swallowed, though, I think that’s mainly thanks to Y/N,” both eyes fall on you, to which you offer a half-smile.

“Why would anything eat it?” Is the first question that leaves Itadori’s lips, “is it tasty?”

“Don’t be stupid,” you cut in, shaking your head, “you’d do it to gain stronger cursed energy.”

“It’s dangerous,” Fushiguro adds, holding his palm out; “so hand it over already.”

“Sure, sure.”

You notice it a second too late, the curse from above.

“Megumi–!”

You move to pull him back, just as he pushed Itadori out of the way, but the sudden weight on your ankle causes you to lose balance and instead, the hand from above crashes directly onto Megumi. Dust and debris make everything blurry for a moment, but the huge curse holding Megumi is easy to spot as your eyes widen in panic.

“Megumi!”

“Fushiguro!”

It pulls Megumi to it’s mouth, but Fushiguro makes quick hand signs, calling for another one of his shikagami; Nue. However, before he can, a burst of lightening flashes from the curse and he’s slammed against the wall, blood splurting from his lips. Heart racing, you move to stand once more, cursing the way your ankle throbs and throws you off balance once more.

Before you know it, the curse is breaking a hole through the concrete and sending Fushiguro flying through it.

“No…” Teeth clenching, you turn to Itadori who looks torn between helping you and rushing after Fushiguro.

“Go!” You call, shaking your head and ignoring the worry in your chest; you were the one to scold Fushiguro for bring an innocent kid into this fight and now you were sending him off to save your comrade. But this was the only option. Fushiguro wouldn’t last on his own, so, if Itadori could just hold off the curse long enough for you to get your bearings, it’d be okay. “Help him! Please!”

Itadori doesn’t need another word otherwise.

“Get up!” You call to yourself, the bangs and commotion from outside causing your heart soar. “No one else dies because of you, remember? That was your promise!”

Forcing yourself to your feet, you ignore the pang and force the other foot to step in front of you the other. It takes you a minute, but when you look out the gaping hole in the wall and get a good look at what’s happened; you can tell you’d made a severe error in judgement.

“There is a way to save everyone!”

He can’t be serious…

“I just need some cursed energy, right, Fushiguro?”

He really is.

He just… ate Sukuna’s finger…

You just cost a boy his life…

Then, a flash of cursed energy burst from him, ripping the curses hands to shreds, and your eyes widen. It couldn’t be possible. That was rare, incredibly rare…

But the markings that start to cover his skin and the cursed energy pooling around him tell you otherwise.

Itadori… no, Sukuna destroys the curse in one hit.

His laugh echoes, even from where you’re stood, his claws clear as day to your eyes, you’re unable to look away. “I knew it!” He laughs, his voice more deep, twisted then Itadori’s; “the light feels best in the flesh!” Shredding his hoody into pieces without any effort, Sukuna races towards the edge of the roof, glancing at the open area. “A cursed spirit’s flesh is so boring. Where are the people? The women?!

“What a wonderful era to be in. Women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. Wonderful! It’ll be a massacre!”

But then he’s pulled back, a hand gripping his own jaw, feet stammering backwards; “what do you think you’re doing with my body? Give it back.”

It’s Itadori’s voice.

“How are you able to move?” Sukuna.

“I mean, it’s my body.” Itadori.

“Don’t move,” Fushiguro calls out, voice sharp; “you’re no longer human.” And he crouches, hands moving to make the necessary signs. “Under Jujutsu regulations, Itadori Yuji, I will exorcise you as a curse!”

“Wait, Megumi–!”

You’re suddenly picked up in a pair of arms, a flash of white and purple, before, somehow, you’re behind Fushiguro.

“What’s the situation?”

Turning to the person carrying you, you glower when you realize it’s him.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?”

Setting you down carefully, he smiles at Fushiguro; “hey! I wasn’t planning on coming, but man,” his eyes drift from you to Fushiguro, “you’re both roughed up. I should show the second years.” He starts to take pictures, specifically of Fushiguro, to which you slap him sharply on the arm.

Huffing, you glare up at him; “never mind that, I’ve told you to stop doing that with me!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he waves you off, “but you looked a little stuck.”

Flushing, you turn away from him.

“The higher-ups wouldn’t shut up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing,” he moves to explain, “so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing. So, did you find it?”

“Um,” Itadori slowly speaks up, raising his hand as Gojo turns to him; “sorry, but I ate it.”

There’s a pause, then; “for real.”

And all at once, all three of you answer; “for real.”

Gently letting go of you, Gojo sets you against the rock the Fushiguro’s leaning on, and you notice the way your vision blurs in response, dark peering in around the edges, before blinking it away and focusing on Gojo. He’s stepped towards Itadori, leaning forward with his head in his hands, eyeing him closely.

After a moment, he lets out a laugh; “damn, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious.” He steps back, as nonchalant as ever. “Anything off with your body?”

Looking at his arm, Itadori shrugs; “not particularly.”

“Can you swap out with Sukuna?”

Your eyes widen.

“Sukuna?”

“The curse you ate.”

“Oh,” Itadori shuffles on his feet, “yeah, I think I can do that.”

You really, at this point, shouldn’t be surprise.

Moving away for more room, Gojo lowers into a crouch, stretching out; “then, give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

“But…” Itadori tries to argue.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo calls out with a smug grin, “I’m the strongest.”

“Megumi,” he calls out, “hold this.”

He tosses the bag that’s been in his hands this entire time, and, falling to a seat next Fushiguro, you curiously peek in.

“What is it?”

“Kikifuki from Kikusuian,” he explains, still stretching, and your eyes dull. “It’s Sendai’s specialty, and it’s super good. I recommend the zunda and cream flavour.”

“You went out and bought mochi while people nearly died!” You call, glaring at him.

“It’s not a souvenir, and it’s not just mochi,” he turns to grin at you and Fushiguro, “I’m going to eat it on the bullet train home.”

Yeah, and I think I’m going to throw up.

“Behind you!”

Gojo is barely phased by Fushiguro’s call, and even as Sukuna gains on him he continues to explain; “Kikufuku’s not like other souvenirs…” Before there’s a crash, dust flooding your already wobbling vision. Fushiguro pushes you behind him, arm outstretched as you both prepare for impact, only for you to open your eyes and see Sukuna directly before you, Gojo sitting on him.

“And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite…”

You can’t focus on the fight. Things start to fade and the sounds of a fight almost seem like it’s miles away. Your skin feels hot, sweat beading on it, and the edges of your vision is turning black; except this time it isn’t fading away. You feel tired, extremely so, all strength fading. You don’t hear Fushiguro call for you, nor do you feel your body falling.

It’s okay though, right?

After all, despite how annoying he can be, you know you can trust Gojo…

He really is the strongest.

A little girl covered in red, coated in it.

Bodies surround her. Torn, ripped apart, limbs apart from bodies, heads apart from bodies.

Everything is silent except for the sound of wailing.

Loud, screaming wailing. Sobs retching, coughs echoing, but the girl doesn’t move, even as she sobs.

She’s frozen in place.

Terrifed.

“I can help you, don’t you trust me?”

“What’s this? Who are you?”

“So little to be covered in so much blood.”

“How about I train you, huh?”

“I’ll help you control them.”

“All of them.”

-

Eyes blinking open, you frown at the familiar ceiling above you.

You were home. Or at least, your room. It didn’t feel like home to you, but the soft cushion beneath you was definitely comforting with the lasting panging in your head.

Raising your arm, you glance at yourself, the faint bruises, before pushing yourself up so you’re sitting. A small groan leaves your lips, but you ignore the pain, pulling back the sheets to glance at your ankle; it’s been wrapped and treated, but you’re sure that if you were to try and walk on it, it’d still hurt.

You were alive, but you hated being stuck bedridden.

Head falling, you sigh; you wonder what happened with Itadori and Sukuna–

“I’m visiting Y/N.”

“Oooh! I want to say hi, I never properly introduced myself.”

Clearly, he was still alive.

Eyes flickering over to your bedroom door, you simply smile as Fushiguro pops his head in, making sure you’re awake before inviting himself further inside. Itadori bops in after him excitedly, a happy grin on his face despite his scenario which you could only imagine, and of course; Gojo behind the two, smiling down at you.

“Glad to see you both okay,” you smile softly at the two, eyes lingering on Fushiguro’s a little longer.

“You gave us a quite a scare,” Gojo comments, leaning against the frame of your door. “Passing out like that.”

Rubbing the back of your neck abashedly, you let out a small laugh, flushing slightly at the intense look Fushiguro regards you with. “Guess I hit my head harder then I thought,” you mumble, “sorry…”

There’s an echo of silence, and hating it, you hurriedly turn to Itadori.

Sticking your hand out, you grin; “Y/N Gojo,” you laugh at the wide look in his eyes, “it looks like you and me are classmates.”

But honestly, the widened looks on both Satoru and Fushiguro are way better.

“What?” You call to Fushiguro who hasn’t stopped staring at you; “I’d miss all the fun if I didn’t come back to school now.”

And at that, Fushiguro lets a small smile curl onto his lips, Gojo clapping his hands like a small child as he calls out cheerfully “I knew you’d change your mind!” all while Itadori continues to stare at you blankly.

“Gojo?”