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misses-kiseki-san · 8 hours ago
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I have the headcannon that, if everyting goes rigth and no one dies, they get back home and, acording to Curly and Anya, it wuld have happened a long time, enougth to be imposible to Anya to abort, but here is the thing, she has the baby and puts it into adopciĂłn, and finishes nursing school, Jimmy goes to pricion afther Anya and Curly report the thing that Jimmy did, eventually someone in Daisuke's family adopts the child, and Daisuke becomes a big cousing or uncle, Daisuke tells Anya abaut the kid sometimes and Anya is glad that the kid is fine. Swansea and Daisuke helped Anya and Curly trough theyr trauma and breack contanct with Jimmy and Swansea starts to see a new meaning in his life, goes with his wife and Childreen and helps Daisuke in finding a new purpose in his life.
Years latter Anya becomes a Doctor and keeps helping Curly into recovering. Prostetic legs and arms has been used for him and a new tipe of neuro-skin (a robotic-like tipe of subtance that resembles human Skin controles by the patient's neuronal activity, i invented it) just to help the captain out of his sufering, but Curly is doing better. Probably confesing to Anya in a really corny way and then they both getting married, but withaut childreen, for both of them traumas
Daisuke becomes the New mecanic of the New company that purchased Ponny Express and has a decent paychek, his family now calls him whenever something is brocken
Swansea retires later on and becomes a grumpy grandpa of a transgender girl, he wuld die for her, even thoug his wife died he is really keeping going on, Daisuke visits him some times, Curly and Anya lives nerby, so they ofthen pass by and salutate them some times when Anya takes Curly to a little walk
To Jimmy shit culdn’t been worse, his family doesn’t calls him and he breack contact with almost everyone he knew, he has been in pricion again for purchasing drugs and had also tried to sexually harras someone again, but we know him for not taking responsability, so he always said that he was inocent in every single time that he comited another crime, he never changed, he died oyt of an overdose and they only found out because his apartament room was stinking dead person
Curly was the only one to asist at his funeral, not to spit in his grave, even though he shuld, but to remember who was the person that he was friends with, or well, more likely the person who he though he was... who he wanted him to be
Welp this was my headcannon of what culd have happened to the Mounthwash cast
Hope you like it
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How (SOME) people in the mouthwashing fandom sound
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seulw0nz · 3 days ago
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MORE THAN MY FAKE DATE : ìŽíŹìŠč
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heeseung x f!reader warnings not fully proofread && 1090wc 𓈃 ♡ fluff, oneshot, fake dating, inspired by all the boys i've loved before ─── à­šà­§
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THE CAFETERIA IS BUZZING, a blend of laughter, conversations, and the clatter of trays. you and heeseung are seated across from each other, a half-eaten plate of fries between you, but neither of you is really paying attention to the food.
“okay, let’s get this straight,” heeseung says, leaning forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “no telling my mom about our ‘relationship.’ she’s already on my case about finding a nice girl.”
you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “deal, but only if you promise not to make it too believable around my friends. yunjin has a tendency to make everything dramatic, and i’m not in the mood for her wedding-themed pinterest board to start filling up.”
heeseung’s laugh is warm, effortless, and for a moment, you forget the whole reason you’re sitting here, planning out a fake relationship. “pinterest boards aside, you really think i’d take it that far?” he teases. “i’m not that committed.”
you pick up a fry and wave it in the air before popping it into your mouth. “you? committed? please. the day you take something seriously is the day pigs fly.”
heeseung’s eyes narrow playfully. “i take some things seriously.”
“like what?” you challenge, tilting your head.
“like making this fake relationship believable enough so we don’t look stupid,” he retorts, leaning back in his chair, his grin broadening. “besides, aren’t you the one who came up with this whole plan?”
you roll your eyes, reaching for another fry. “oh, right. blame me. as if you weren’t desperate to keep your ex from thinking you’re miserable.”
heeseung gasps, clutching his chest in mock horror. “wow, that’s low. even for you.”
you shrug, a smile tugging at your lips. “just telling it like it is.”
heeseung leans forward, his tone softening just a little. “okay, fine. back to the rules.” he pauses, eyes twinkling with mischief. “number one: no real feelings.”
your heart skips, but you hide it with a laugh. “duh. that’s the whole point.”
“good,” he says, tapping the table for emphasis. “number two: no kissing unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“define ‘absolutely necessary,’” you retort, leaning in to mimic his serious expression. “because your definition might be skewed.”
heeseung’s ears turn pink, but he clears his throat. “you know, like if we’re in public and everyone’s watching. or if my ex just happens to be nearby.”
“you mean like she is right now?” you ask, nodding subtly toward the far end of the cafeteria, where she’s sitting with her friends.
heeseung’s jaw clenches, but he quickly recovers. “right. like now.” he shifts, and for a split second, there’s hesitation in his eyes. “so
 should we? you know. to sell it.”
your heart flutters, but you bite your lip, trying to seem unaffected. “maybe just
 hold my hand instead.”
he doesn’t hesitate, his fingers slipping between yours, and suddenly, the entire cafeteria feels smaller. “better?” he asks, his voice quieter.
you nod, ignoring the warmth spreading through you. “yeah. way more convincing.”
heeseung’s grin returns, and it’s like the moment of seriousness never happened. “good. because you know, i wouldn’t want to make anything awkward.”
you groan, yanking your hand away. “ugh, you’re the worst.”
he laughs, eyes crinkling. “admit it. you’d be bored without me.”
“please,” you scoff, but your smile gives you away. “i’d be thriving.”
heeseung nudges the plate of fries toward you. “sure, sure. keep telling yourself that.”
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iichfilwypj · 2 days ago
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heroes | percy jackson
჊ percy jackson x daughter of hypnos! reader ჊ warnings: :) ჊ wc: 692 pt 1 - pt 2 - pt 3 - pt 4 - pt 5 - pt 6
The days that followed were awkward. The trip back to camp was awkward. They didn’t look at each other, didn’t speak. They couldn’t be in the same room for more than two minutes without her wanting to escape.
And it was entirely her fault.
She stepped into her cabin, wanting to fall into bed and sleep until the next day. Or, better yet, the day after –perhaps then she'd recover the naps she hadn’t been able to take. 
But, to her surprise, she wasn’t alone. 
There he was, lying on her bed. She could see he was in his pajamas, his hair messy and breathing so slowly it almost felt like he wasn’t breathing at all. He seemed so at ease, so peaceful, so much like before.
She could only snap.
Tears welled up before she could hold them back, flowing faster and stronger than ever. Each drop hit the floor like a moment they might have shared, a word they could have said. 
Her sobs must have roused the boy, who sat up in bed, a sleepy expression on his face as he stared at her. Her vision was too blurry and weak to see him clearly, but he appeared to be just as heartbroken as she was. 
“I- I am so sorry” Her words were shaky and barely coherent, but the boy understood them perfectly. He was sorry too. 
She wanted a hug, sweet words, for him to wipe her tears away. Percy stayed where he was, trying to give her space. 
"I fucked up everything. I was afraid when I realized how much I love you, and how much I need you, and I didn’t know what to do." The tears kept flowing as she uttered the only words she didn’t want to say. “We can't be together, Percy”
He was furious, frustrated, mad. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to push her away or pull her into his arms, whether he wanted to never speak to her again or kiss every inch of her body. 
And though he wished things could go back to when she was just his best friend, the one sleeping beside him all day and unaware of his (and her own) feelings, he knew he had to give it another try.
“Why not?” he dared to say, without taking her eyes off her trembling figure. "What makes you think that?"
“I’ll be mean, and you’ll get tired of me” No. Percy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Getting tired of her? 
Without her, something was missing, something was off. 
He made his way toward her carefully, checking if she was okay with it. His hands traced her face, and he smiled without thinking as he felt her skin after so long. 
“You know that is not true. None of that bullshit it's true" She shook her head, and he nodded. She pouted, and he smiled. “We love each other, and that's a fact.”
“Nothing would keep us together” she knew he understood; the others, their stupid opinions, her own insecurities

But was she being honest with herself? Was she really unwilling to give everything she had to spend the rest of her days with him?
“I don’t believe that. We can try”
He didn't release her face as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“We could steal time.” 
A kiss on her cheek.
“Just for one day.” 
A kiss on her other cheek.
“Please.”
Their noses brushed together, their breaths merged, and their bodies inched closer without even trying.
Their lips were so, so near. 
And she nodded. Because she depended on him, she adored him, she hungered for him. She ached for him. Her body yearned and craved for his company, his hugs, his kisses, his touch. 
She wanted him. 
Without a second thought, their lips met in a soft, warm kiss. His hands pulled her closer as her fingers tangled in his hair. The world around them seemed to freeze, granting them more time, more peace. 
And the kiss became desperate, raw, and yet somehow full of sweetness.
Every part of them connecting, as if they were finally where they belonged.
heroes >>>>> any other song IT FINALLY HAPPENED AAA I COULND' STAND WIRITING MORE ANGST maybe it's rushed because i NEEDED them to kiss but i don't care
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redux-iterum · 2 days ago
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Charred Legacy: Chapter Thirty-Two
(AO3 counterpart here.)
Even a few nights after that conversation, Fireheart’s body felt lighter, like a massive stone had rolled off of his back and into the dark of the past. Goldenflower, happily, seemed more at ease too; she purred more and her voice warmed to summer-heat again.
The weather was generous, blessedly. Though clouds loomed overhead, they never dropped snow before sailing on past the Aulmir and Houses. Frost stubbornly clung to the trees and stones, but the ground very slowly drank the melting snow and made walking around easier. With the very slight rising of the forest’s temperature, prey curiously poked their heads out of their burrows, making hunting a little more successful than it had been for the rest of the month.
Fireheart and Cloudpaw came back home one night with a mouse and woodrat to their names. Cloudpaw near pranced along, his ginger tail curled over his back and draping its long, fluffy fur along his spine like a second coat. His woodrat was almost too big for him to carry, leaving him to drag it along by its neck as if it were a kitten.
Fireheart paused at the entrance of camp, dropping his mouse to gesture to Cloudpaw. “Go ahead inside. I’m going to bring this to Bluestar.”
Cloudpaw nodded and continued on his way, nearly tripping on the woodrat’s dangling tail. Fireheart watched him go affectionately before picking up the mouse again and trotting to the leader’s den. The lichen curtain had not grown back from its charred state yet, he noticed.
He wrinkled his nose as he entered the den; the air stank of dirty fur and discarded, stale prey. It didn’t take long to find the culprits: Bluestar’s fur stuck up stiffly where she was curled up and all around her shriveled-up nest of dry moss were small bones, sometimes with skin and meat still on them. Bluestar did not appear to notice this, or Fireheart himself. He set down the mouse and cleared his throat.
“Bluestar?” he said, careful to speak quietly to not startle her.
The once-elegant head raised up and she looked around blearily. “Who
wh
”
“It’s Fireheart.” He used a paw to nudge the prey closer. “I brought you some dinner. Can you eat?”
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she twisted around in her nest until she was facing him, but looking anywhere but his face. Her expression was oddly distressed as she stared around herself.
Fireheart tilted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Mosskit?” Bluestar kept turning her head this way and that, wobbling a little as she did. “Where are you?”
“Mosskit?” Fireheart echoed, confused, then—
Oh no.
“Where
” Bluestar looked to him, foggily frightened. “Where is my Mosskit?”
Fireheart barely had time to recover, answering carefully, “Mosskit is
 in the nursery, with—” The Moss- I know is a tortoiseshell, and only mollies are tortoiseshells, right? That’s what Goldenflower told me once. “—with her siblings. She’s sleeping right now. They’re being looked after while they rest. And while you rest.”
“Oh
” Bluestar settled. Even her ears lowered a bit. “I was worried
”
“You don’t have to be,” Fireheart said gently. He nudged the prey again. “We’ve got them taken care of. Here, why don’t you eat? You need to keep up your strength for your kits.”
Bluestar mumbled something that Fireheart thought was, “You’re right
 you’re right.” She craned her skinny neck and picked up the mouse loosely, dragging it into her nest. She paused, then looked at Fireheart again. “When can I see them?”
Even you don’t think you have authority anymore. Fireheart wanted to wail, but he held it together and replied cheerfully, “Let’s let them sleep for as long as they need, and then you can, okay?”
“Okay,” Bluestar said with almost kitlike sadness. She looked down at her mouse and half-heartedly pulled at the skin.
“Please eat all of that mouse,” Fireheart said. He stepped forward and nosed her forehead. When she didn’t respond, he held in a sigh and walked out of the den at a casual pace.
Once he was outside, he sprinted for the tunnel, hurrying through and only stopping once he was in camp and had to look around. He located Speckletail quickly; she was talking with Whitecloud near the elder’s den. Without a moment to waste, he rushed up to them, a few of his Clanmates looking at him with curious concern.
Speckletail, halfway through forming a word, stopped and looked at him. “Are you alright, Fireheart?”
“I’m fine,” Fireheart lied, his voice hushed. “Listen, we have a problem.”
Whitecloud leaned his head a little forward in mild alarm, keeping his voice down too. “What’s going on?”
“It’s Bluestar.” Fireheart took a breath to soothe his urge to shake. “She was just asking where her kits are.”
The response was a little delayed, then simultaneous. Speckletail closed her eyes slowly and sighed through her nose, pained. Whitecloud’s ears slid back and he lowered his head, his own eyes tightly shut in grief.
“What
” Fireheart swallowed. “What do we do?”
Gradually, Speckletail’s eyes opened. Whitecloud lifted his head and the two looked at each other, silently conversing. Speckletail gave one small nod, unhappy.
“We need to have a meeting with the whole Clan,” she said to Fireheart. “It’s time.”
Fireheart had the sudden urge to huddle on the ground like a kit, but all he said was a muted, “Okay.”
“Speckletail!”
Every eye now turned to the camp entrance, where Dustpelt had just burst through, followed by Willowpelt and both of their apprentices. Thornpaw’s fur stuck out in every direction, especially his neck-fur, and Brackenpaw looked like he’d seen a ghost.
Back to business—Speckletail approached them, brisk again. “What’s going on?”
“The dogs!” Brackenpaw shouted, trembling. “They’re back!”
A wave of hisses and gasps spread out through the clearing, the apprentice the centerpoint. Willowpelt rested a paw on Brackenpaw’s shoulders, saying something quiet and soothing. Brackenpaw stepped a little closer to her, but he didn’t look any less frightened.
“We’ll talk later,” Whitecloud whispered to Fireheart as they both followed Speckletail. Louder, he said to Dustpelt, “What did you find?”
Dustpelt, despite the fur along his back sticking up, spoke calmly. “There was blood in the snow, and tracks heading north, towards Snakerocks. They were definitely dog-tracks; far too big to be a cat’s or a fox’s and too narrow to be a badger’s. We think they killed a rabbit.”
“There was brown fur everywhere,” Willowpelt added. “And no trace of a cat. The snow’s still soaking up scents, but I could get something rabbit-like.”
ThunderClan looked at each other worriedly and many words having to do with death and danger rippled through camp. Speckletail took a moment before trotting for the meeting stump and leaping onto it. The Clan immediately crowded around it, apprentices, warriors, and elders alike.
“We should play on the side of caution and assume the dogs aren’t going to leave just yet,” she said to the gathered cats. “They’re most likely in the burnt part of the forest, but we don’t know how long they’ll be there.”
“Then what do we do?” someone called—Thornpaw, by the sound of it.
Speckletail hesitated for just a heartbeat before saying calmly, “This is a discussion I think all of us should be part of. Every time anyone goes out, they’re at risk of being hurt or killed. If there’s a solution, or an idea of a solution, to be found, then please feel free to say something.”
Dustpelt spoke up now. “Before the fire, patrols needed to have four cats to them. I think we should return to that system.”
“And there needed to be one warrior for every apprentice,” Fireheart added, recalling. “Maybe apprentices should stay in the southern part of the territory for training?”
Murmurs of agreement. Speckletail nodded. “That sounds wise.”
“We still have to be careful,” Mousefur said, head tilted in thought. “The dogs will figure out there’s nothing to eat in the north, and the snakes probably won’t wake up and bite any of them to solve our problem for us.”
“We might get lucky,” Swifttail said hopefully. “Dogs aren’t the most graceful animals out there. They could disturb the rocks and an adder could bite them in reflex.”
Whitecloud hummed. “That would be nice. It wouldn’t do to rely on that chance of an accident, though. We ought to expect their coming around at any part of the territory.”
Voices echoed between cats, everyone offering their thoughts and ideas. Fireheart glanced around camp, grimly pleased to see young and old alike being listened to. He caught sight of Ashpaw and Brightpaw with serious faces as they whispered to each other. Halftail and Teaselfoot exchanged ideas about leading the dogs away. Goldenflower had a face that made the fate of the dogs very clear if they came near her kits.
When Fireheart’s eyes landed on Cloudpaw, he paused. His nephew’s face was unreadable, but in the way that it was very clear he was thinking something he was never going to say out loud. Something in his blue eyes was distant and still. He didn’t even appear to notice Fireheart looking at him.
“Uh
” A voice piped up. “If I can, I’d like to volunteer as a patrol guard.”
Conversation faded a little and Speckletail regarded the cat below her in surprise—Greystripe, Fireheart realized, him having just stood up.
“What do you mean?” the deputy asked.
“Well, I mean
” Greystripe cleared his throat self-consciously. “I’m the biggest warrior we have right now. I’m not fast, but I’m definitely strong, and I’ve got thick fur that can protect me in an emergency. So, like, if a patrol needs to go out near where we scent or see dogs, at any point, I could be there as extra muscle.”
Dustpelt’s tail tapped the ground, stressful. “Those tracks were huge, Greystripe. I don’t think even you could handle multiple dogs if they attack a patrol.”
“Then I’ll block them,” Greystripe said with more determination. “And if nothing else, I can give the rest of the patrol time to escape while scratching out an eye or two.”
Ravenwing looked at him in horror. “You can’t be implying—”
“I’m being pretty frank about it, actually.” Greystripe’s whiskers twitched. “Look, I don’t expect to die, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. And it’s not like I have an apprentice I need to look out for. Or
 well, any family, either.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Fireheart said, walking up to see his friend properly. “You’re important, too.”
There was a small pause, Greystripe not meeting either of his friends’ gazes. He looked back up at Speckletail and said finally, “If a patrol needs to go near the dogs, put me on it.”
Fireheart clenched his teeth in anxiety.
Speckletail nodded slowly. “I appreciate your volunteering, Greystripe. But don’t throw yourself at the dogs the first chance you get.”
Greystripe chuffed. “I won’t.”
The air around him did not lighten up. Fireheart could see the concern on everyone’s faces. Even if they had calmed down about his kits months ago, it was still relieving to not catch any resentment or scorn in their eyes.
“We have that, then.” Speckletail straightened up. “As for you two, Dustpelt and Fireheart, you’re right. We’ll return to our previous rules: any patrols will have at least four cats with them, and one extra for every apprentice. Apprentices are to stay in camp unless accompanied by an adult, and training will take place closer to home—we’re not touching the training hollow until we go four days without scenting the dogs anywhere on our territory.” Her eyes roamed over the crowd. “And wherever we scent these dogs, we won’t go near. The northern part of the forest is theirs for now. When we can be sure it’s not lethally dangerous, we’ll send a scout to scent out the dogs and locate their base. Until I make that decision, do not cross over into the burned part of the forest.”
Agreement and obedience responded to her. The Clan as a whole relaxed their fur and their eyes brightened again.
“Is there anything else anyone wants to say?” Speckletail asked, and waited in silence. “No? Then we’ll be done here for now. If anyone wants to talk to me, I’ll be in camp tonight.”
With that, she jumped down off the stump. The crowd divided and dispersed, cats gathering in pairs or trios to discuss matters. Fireheart waited until everyone was busy talking to trot up to Speckletail, who had returned to sit with Whitecloud.
Evidently, they had expected him returning, because they both faced him as he came up, both of their expressions resigned and glum.
“What about Bluestar?” Fireheart whispered. “Shouldn’t we talk about that?”
Speckletail took in a breath and looked to Whitecloud, who shook his head slightly. To Fireheart, she replied, “The dogs are the main issue tonight. When we’re in a safer position, that will be the time to talk about retiring Bluestar.”
Fireheart’s lungs clenched and chilled. “Do we have to retire her? I know she’s not okay, but
 but you said you wanted her to die as a leader.”
“I do,” Speckletail said softly. “We all do. But she’s still in a position of power where her word could decide the fate of the Clan.”
“No one’s even listening to her anymore!” Fireheart hissed, barely keeping his voice down. “They don’t talk to her, or ask her what to do, nothing! You’re just missing -star at the end of your name at this point!”
“Fireheart,” Whitecloud said, a kind warning.
He didn’t heed it. “I know we need to talk to the whole Clan about her, but can’t we just wait to let her
 to let her move on to StarClan? Before you take the position?”
Speckletail’s eyes were calm, but narrowed. “We will do what the Clan decides is best. If that involves her being Bluedusk again, that will be that.”
Fireheart felt his face fall. He looked down at the ground.
“I’m sorry,” Whitecloud said quietly. “I don’t like it either.”
Fireheart said nothing. The chatter of camp swallowed his silence.
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pixieishottogo · 7 hours ago
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"Anything" ♡ Curly x Anya
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art credit: seagummies on twitter
warnings: angst, topic of miscarriage
this is a good ending au of mouthwashing! if u are a hater, then dniđŸ„° this post aint for u, babe
Chapter 1
Jimmy had been dead for the past few months due to the crash. The crew has been slowly rotting. They have lost all hope, and for good reason. Daisuke and Swansea are unconscious because of hunger and exhaustion. Curly and Anya are slowly losing grip. Despite all this, the beautiful glowing screen still showcased the moon and stars. Curly's hair sticks to his face due to anxious sweat. "Well, we had a good run. Didn't we." Curly smiled. Anya laid beside him and she smiled despite the tears rolling down her face. "Yeah." Curly's breath hitches "Anya... I'm-”
Curly opened his eyes with a jolt. There he was, in the hospital. His whole body was aching. A nurse walked over to his bed, "How are you feeling, sir?" His eyes widened harshly. "Where is my crew?" He yelled. "Are they okay? Is Anya alive? I never got to tell her I'm sorry!" Curly's heart beat spiked. Thinking about Anya's distressed face made him feel nauseous from guilt. He placed his head in his hands, as if grappling with reality. The nurse spoke gently to try and to calm him down, "Everyone is okay. Some are still waking up." He sighed, feeling relieved. A doctor came into the room. "How did we survive? How are we home?" Curly was more than shocked. The doctor walked up to him, holding his papers. "Another space ship found you guys. Some astronomers were on an expedition in the area. You all were very lucky they were out there." The doctor said, cracking a smile. Curly looked down at his hands. "What room is Anya in? If you don't mind asking." Curly asked quietly. The nurse responded, "Room 25. And this is 24." After doing some basic checkups, and giving him some medicine for the pain, the doctor and the nurse left. Curly laid there, alone with his thoughts.
A few hours pass by, and unable to just sit and do nothing, Curly sneaks out of his room. He finds Anya sitting down in the lobby. The moon light shining on her in her hospital gown. She looked tired as usual, and mentally drained, but she still smiled faintly when she heard his voice. "Anya!" He cried out, limping towards her. She looks up at him and smiles with tears in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and cried. She held his head gently. "Anya... I-I I'm so sorry. I should have done something. You already had told me that you felt uncomfortable around him. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry that I made it seem like I didn't care. I care so much. I will do anything you want to gain your forgiveness. We don't have to ever talk again if that's what you wish. I'm so sorry, Anya." The words came out almost pleadingly, and rushed. He couldn’t hold back a sob. "Captain-... Curly. Our worst moments don't define us. I don't blame you for what happened, we were in the middle of space. But it will still take me a long time to heal. Thank you." Anya was always the more quiet kind. She didn't know how to respond. After several quiet minutes spoke quietly, "I lost the baby." Curly looks up at her, his eyes slightly wide. To not offend her, he asked honestly, "How do you feel?" Tears rolled down her face, as she stared at the ground. "Empty.”
In the morning, Curly and Anya met up with Daisuke and Swansea. It seemed they were recovering well. The crew all sat together in the lobby. It was surreal, everything felt so much lighter. Almost happy. "How are you guys doing? What do you plan on doing after this?" Curly asked. Daisuke's face lights up, "That was totally crazy! I'm happy we survived. I can't wait to see my mom." Swansea pops in, "Heh, It will be nice to be with my family again. No more pony express. I get to be a retired lazy old man!" Swansea chuckles. Anya and Curly look at each other smiling. It felt like a dream.
A few days went by, and the crew slowly recovered. Everyone was released from the hospital once they were fully recovered. Getting back from the hospital was refreshing. The sterile white rooms grew to be nauseating. He could finally go home. Curly pulled up to his home, the sight of his big white house with blue shutters made him smile. That company never cared. Some random astronomers were the ones who cared enough to save them. He was free from that stupid job. He hated being glorified, he soon realized. Curly felt like a monster after everything that had happened. His loving pet guinea pig was waiting for him in his bedroom. Curly’s mother would take care of her every day while Curly was gone. Whenever anyone visits, they are surprised that he has such a small creature when he's such a big guy. Almost every time someone says the classic "Wow. I thought you would have a dog of some sort, captain." He sighed and flopped on the bed but gently held Daphne. He felt so relieved to be home, after all this time. But every time he tried to close his eyes, he would see Anya's crying face
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sooo this is my first fan fic ever that im gonna actually commit to😭 plz be patient. also, im gonna try to write the miscarriage plot as realistic as possible. i have had multiple friends and family that have suffered from miscarriages
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itmeansiris · 9 hours ago
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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Cat's out the Bag Gen 1 pt.82
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After grabbing a bite to eat at the station the cab dropped the group off at the end of the street near the Gratz house. Mercury waited outside to give them a hand with the kids and the bags. Adrianne flew into M's arms the moment she saw her.
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Adrianne: Look Aunt Mercury, I can fly now!
M: My big girl! Oh my goodness, look at you flying. Look who else got their wings.
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Crimson: Hi Auntie Mercury.
He said sadly, his wings hung limply at his back.
M: What's the matter buddy?
Crimson: I haven't learned to fly yet. Mommy says my wings aren’t strong enough.
M: Well, you're a year younger than your sister, so I'm sure by next year, your wings will be sooo strong that you can fly from Newcrest all the way to Ravenwood.
As M talked to Crimson and Adrianne, Venus and Ishtar used the distraction to make a mess.
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Kason: Really guys? Now go inside and get changed so you can come back out and clean it up..
He shook his head dissappointed. They hung their heads as he walked them inside. M set down Adrianne and sent her and Crimson inside as well.
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Kason came back outside where M lingered and kissed her cheek.
Kason: How was your day?
M: Better now, but good overall. How was the city?
Kason: Good. They moved Geekcon to the Art District. They were having some kind of festival it looked different than I remember.
M: That sounds like fun. I'm glad you took the kids. Did they have fun?
Kason: Aren't you interested if I had fun?
He teased.
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M: I know you had fun. I just hope you behaved yourself. You and Peyton are trouble together at Geekcon.
Kason: All innocent fun I assure you love. I only like to get in trouble with you these days.
During their flirty exchange he realized now was the best time to tell her what he'd seen in San Myshuno, but he hadn't thought about what he would say so he started with simple part.
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Kason: I saw Beckett there.
M: Really? That loser, he didn't say he was going to Geekcon. I guess that's not surprising, he does live in the Art District. Did you say hi?
Kason: I didn't get a chance to. He was there with Maidson.
M: Madison? Madison Miller?
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She asked stunned. Kason nodded in silent confirmation. He waited for her to recover from the initial shock. She was quiet for a moment, he could see the information working in her brain and then realization crossed her face.
M: Madison is the mystery girl.
Kason: It would make sense. Why else would he be hiding her from you?
M: That's why he was annoyed earlier when I told him to invite her to the party. He didn't think he could.
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Kason looked at her with a curious expression. It was the first time they'd talked about Madison alone. When they'd spoken with Takara she'd assured them that Madison was harmless and apologetic. It seemed to appease have Mercury at the time and helped rid her of any lingering jealousy or ill feelings for Madison, but Kason wasn't sure how he felt. He knew Madison hadn't helped Paris and she'd never meant to keep their friendship a secret from him, but her mistakes had almost cost him his wife. That wasn't something you just got over. He didn't hate her, but that didn't mean he had to be her friend either.
Kason: Could he have? Invited her I mean, if you'd known earlier?
She paused giving it some thought.
M: Yes. I know you were angry with her for not telling you about Paris and well, I didn't know what to think of her, but did she really do anything to hurt us intentionally? I trust Takara and she trust Madison. So if Beckett had told me that she was his date I would have been okay with him bringing her. What good would it do to make them both pay for Paris's mess. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable but I honestly think it would have been the right thing.
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Kason hadn't thought he could love her more and then she had proved her compassion and forgiveness went beyond anything he could have fathomed.
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Kason: How did we all get so lucky? I can agree, I was pretty hard on her without knowing all the facts. We all let Paris get in our heads and she got exactly what she wanted. The only person I trust with your safety as much as the people in that house right now is Takara. If she still thinks Madison isn't a problem then I can accept that.
M: I guess explains all his rambling earlier.
Kason: What do you mean?
M: Earlier, when he called me. I asked why they hadn't made it official, and Bek started acting weird. He said it was “complicated” and that “it was important that I like her”. He must think I hate her and won’t approve.
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She started to take out her phone and dial Becketts’ number but Kason stopped her.
Kason: It's getting late and he probably won't want to talk about it now after seeing me. Give him a chance to get his thoughts together and you guys can talk tomorrow. I'll even go and start setting up early just so you guys have time to talk.
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She fidgeted nearly giving in to the urge to call him right then.
M: You're right. Are you sure? No, you're right, I should give him some space. He said he wanted to talk in person...Right?
He smiled and led her towards the door.
Kason: Come on. I'll make you a cup of coffee and tell you about the trip.
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Sidebar: If it feels like M didn’t fight the Madison situation very hard, it’s cause she didn’t. Madison was never the problem. She was a pawn in the game just like M and once Takara explained everything any ill feelings she carried towards Madison went bye-bye. Also, M is a people person, friendly and family-oriented and her original aspiration was friend of the world so it’s safe to say she’s pretty forgiving and wants to create peace between the people in her life even if it means having to deal with some uncomfortable situations.
Also, I know there's a lot of family dialogue recently but they haven't seen each other in so long It feels necessary to get caught up on their lives.
Last, I know I write the coffee line for Kason a bit. That's because Mercury has a crazy coffee addiction since she was in college and he's constantly making cups of coffee and leaving them in the kitchen I assume for her cause he never drinks them.
Poses: @starrysimsie Walkin' and talkin' & Hold me close
Build: @vellesa-well Central Railway station No CC
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roguelioness · 1 year ago
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this word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars-
Endlessly obsessed with this gorgeous art of Alystimeric by the wonderful @harumeau. I'm incredibly insane about this, and obsessed over all the details ♄
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sophsun1 · 5 months ago
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There was a light in his eyes. A light I had not seen for years.
Interview With The Vampire – 2.07: I Could Not Prevent It
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ohnohelpitsagain · 2 months ago
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so idk if we’re getting a bard’s lament this season, but regardless of if we are or not i NEED to talk about my most favorite dynamic ever so i can get this convo back out into the universe before a bard’s lament happens because it makes me unwell.
vex and scanlan are, in many ways, the same. they’re deeply insecure, sad people that put on masks to hide it. they’re good liars. so that’s what they do. they stand in front of each other and they lie. and it’s not hard for them to know the other is lying. i mean vex LITERALLY SEES THROUGH HIS DISGUISE EVENTUALLY LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING?
and like, vex is snippy and she can be a bit of a shit and she says scanlan is just some guy without his magic. but he’s also the person she looks up to. she literally travels across the whole continent by herself to make sure his daughter can get to him and she sends kaylie back to him even though she’s distraught and terrified and alone. she’s the one person who actually gets through to him during a bard’s lament and she gets through to him by telling him to stop viewing his daughter as a sacred object. to fix his relationship with her. AND HE LISTENS. like again she is the ONLY person in that room who gets through to him and it’s because she implores him to fix his relationship with his daughter after he cruelly remarks that they went to the fey realm to “fix her daddy issues.”
and scanlan! he teases her and he deflects his seriousness around her with humor as much as he does to anyone. but he teaches vex how to use the broom and he gives her the hat to wear. and he ensures her success when he turns her into a dragon and directly tells a god that she’s mean and greedy and the most perfect one of all of them.
scanlan is a father with a fractured relationship with his daughter and vex is a daughter desperate for her father’s approval.
scanlan is not vex’s father. but when scanlan comes back she does everything she can to try and make sure he won’t leave again despite the way he hurt her.
vex is not scanlan’s daughter. but he walks her down the aisle and makes sure she can see her brother at her wedding and he’s happy to be like her father for a day.
scanlan is NOT vex’s father and vex is NOT scanlan’s daughter but really, aren’t they made of the same stuff?
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scionshtola · 8 months ago
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i want to kiss you until i lose my breath
i cannot thank @harumeau beloved enough for this gorgeous art!! based on a scene from a fic of mine (x)
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lovereadandwrite · 6 months ago
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he cooked ! he served !! HE ATEđŸ˜źâ€đŸ’šđŸ„”
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kuragesoda · 1 year ago
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so blue flame huh
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incaseofart · 1 month ago
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In the original RufAura timeline (og ff7 instead of remake), they go to Costa del Sol for several days together and really bond during that time. Post meteorfall, I imagine they might go back again, but things feel a bit different than that carefree first time.
prompt: comfort and recovery
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fairyroses · 1 year ago
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requested by @lexkent: the scene in "Shattered" where Lana sees Lex on the ground in the stable sitting curled into himself, and she looks anguished to see him in such a state, and she's so kind and compassionate to him
+ bonus Lana, after literally almost dying:
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perfectdolladvocate · 3 months ago
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dinah is stronger than me because if THE greaseball left me i'd actually shoot myself
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nickyroethemarinebiologist · 1 year ago
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Liking any piece of media is so exhausting because I can’t just like things normally. I need to consume its essence. I need to hold it gently in my hands and keep it close to my heart. I need to project it permanently into my brain. I need to give all the characters a hug and a high five. I need to bite them I need to put them in my pocket I need to throw them at the wall. I need to tuck them into bed and give them little kisses on the forehead. I need to throw them down the stairs. Do you understand.
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