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berryblu-ocs · 4 months ago

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@youjustfeelthemforever hello dear friend who is holding me at gunpoint <3

*deep breath* IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY- I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX IT IM SAVING AS MANY AS I CAN *sob* *wails*

also ok, not a ship, THEY'RE FAMILY!!! but i need to inflict a bit of Blake lore on you now

so Blake is a Diamond, diamonds are a special category of guardians of which there are only 4 at a time (hence the ♦️diamond symbol lol)

they stand in "tecnically immortal" territory, they dont die of old age* , but theres definitely been diamond deaths before, at which point a new one comes into existence somewhere on earth, growing up as normal until the horrors start acting up <3

*i mean they *could* die of old age but theyre yet to find that one out lmao

Blake grows up as an only child to a commoner family in the Time´s end era (so a couple centuries behind modern time), after a particularly bad encounter with a Void, he decides he's getting away from them and only coming back when he knows how to handle himself and protect them.

problem is so many things happen after this, that what was *supposed* to be a short journey gets overshadowed by the mass memory wipe and world rearrangement (fun!) so he never got to properly say goodbye *or* come back home since he´s a Diamond and deffo on the list of things theyre trying to sweep under the rug and away from the general public at that point

he (illegally) visits them often though! always with fake identities and never staying for too long or getting too close. subtly helping wherever he can, food, money, supplies... he finds out they had another son a while later, he always wanted a little brother...

(And this is where the OC brainrot demons took over agdhsgdhgs)

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it´s a sunny, breezy spring afternoon. Over half a lifetime has passed since he first left home, his brother already married and had children of his own.

The family is together today, no one dares say why, but Blake knows, he´s sure everyone knows. His mother´s health hasn´t been the best for years now, but it´s really been on a nosedive these last couple weeks. From this distance, he can tell theres a freshly made rhubarb pie on the table, his mother´s favorite, and a vegetable stew brewing in the fireplace. it´s a little different, the ratios are probably off and he´s sure they´ve added a new ingredient, squash, maybe?

Anyways he always hated that stew, he´s sure a little change won´t be able to fix that, the carrots were always a little undercooked and the potatoes were always too big, and whatever spices his mother added always came with the threat of dirt crunching on your teeth, they'd always have to bribe him with a trip to the library and-

He finally registers the tears streaming down his face and hastily wipes them away. Its a miracle no one's noticed him yet, he's been stood here for way too long.

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That night, he sneaks his way into her room, he doesnt care if he´s getting an earful and a half from Sage and Gwen later, this is more important, he'll take whatever consequence he has to.

His Dad isnt there, he´s in the living room placating one of his precious grandchildren, whos kicking up a fuss over the creaky sounds of the woods sounding like "big scary monsters with sticks", whatever that means...

Blake stands before his mother, sleeping peacefully aside from her shallow breaths.

It´s the first time he´s seen her up close in several decades. Her once dark brown hair now almost completely white, her face as beautiful as ever but now adorned with the blatantly obvious signs of age, the way she always smiled permanently etched into the wrinkles of her face even while resting. Her once strong and firm hands, fit for a hard worker, now wrinkled and frail, yet still bearing the scar from that nasty injury she got while protecting him from the Void, the reason he left home in the first place.

Blake takes her hand without thinking (just like he used to when he was a small child, when he´d had a nightmare and was scared of the dark) (Just like he did after they´d been attacked bu the Void then drew it away covered in blood)

He holds on a little tighter, kneeling at the side of her bed. If he wasnt crying before he definitely is now. He has so much to say even if she won't hear it. But he can´t seem to get anything but choked sobs out.

"Blake...?" He´s snapped right out of his thoughts, feeling as if time has slowed down

"Mom?" He replies, barely in a whisper. Blake's heart breaks a little, if the memory spell is wearing off it means her energy is dangerously weak, this is it.

"Oh honey did you have another nightmare?" She weakly outstreches her other hand, gesturing for a hug "Come here"

"Yeah, a nightmare" Blake sinks into her side, holding on as tight as he can without hurting her "I'm okay thought".

"Of course you are, my big, brave boy!"

They stay in silence, aside from his muffled sniffles and sobs. He tries to carve everything from this moment permanently into his brain. Like a heartfelt inscription on a gravestone.

"I'm sorry I took so long" he sobs "I'm so so so sorry"

"You have nothing to be sorry for" She smiles that radiant smile at him, the one that told him everything was going to be okay "you're here" She ruffles his hair sootingly "you're home"

"I missed you so much mom, I love you, i-"

"It's okay, shh it's okay, we love you too"

Before he can say anything else, he hears footsteps outside the door, with a turn of the knob soon it creaks open, Blake sinks into the shadows before he can be spotted.

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Later, when Sage finds him, culrled up near a tree with a broken swing just outside of town, Blake expects him to berate him, ban him from the entire town or maybe turn him over to the Ensata clan.

He does catch a hint of anger in his expression, but it's quickly replaced with something else, pity? Guilt? Empathy? He doesn't look at him long enough to figure it out

they sit in silence in the cold of the night for hours, until sunlight starts peeking through the tree tops. Then Sage finally speaks up "I should get home, they'll be looking for us soon"

Blake is the first to stand up "lets go then" he dusts himself off, giving one last wipe to his puffy, tear stained mess of a face " no use worrying them over nothing" Blake offers his hand

Sage frowns but still takes his hand.

#throwing this at you bc he really doesnt get much spotlight to tell his story aughhh #also lmao got possessed by the writing demons! also cried hdfsnghsf #i dont expect this to be good but it gets info across so *shrug*#the diamonds make me ill!!#oc: Blake #oc: sage #time's end #diamonds #he watches over his brother and his descendants and keeps tabs on them btw #oc talk

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meatriarch · 5 months ago

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okay odd kinda tangent ?? im about to go on re: the Grief of a Mother so like tossing it under a readmore for obvious reasons

( cw for grief loss death etc type talk so ignore if necessary! )

but just small Disclaimer that i am Not a parent and so my thoughts on this comes purely secondhand for virginia & mama flores but anyways,

the thing with loss is it manifests and changes and twists so varying across every individual person it touches. in some people it can fester and grow bitter and harsh, it grows teeth and it gnaws on them and rips them apart piece by piece, chunk by chunk, and when it manifests in that way its so very difficult to find a way to work through it. in some people it manifests in scooping out every little bit of them slowly until theres a hollow left between skin and bone. in others it drives them forward, pushes them to the future rather than dwelling on the past. it propels them into living life to the fullest in their loved ones' place, or pulls them to doing hobbies or going places or thinking differently than they did before that piece of their heart was ripped away. its all different in how it manifests.

a mother's grief is something so profound in so many ways because its not only losing a loved one but its quite literally losing someone who was once literally one with you for a time. and that time is so minuscule in comparison to the remainder of ones life.

" its unfair. its so terribly unfair that you, as a mother, end up outliving your own child. "

repeated sentiment.

mothers' grief manifests in carmen flores like shes' been torn open and her heart ripped out from her in the cruelest and most horrible of ways. her daughters are her life, her soul, her heart, and knowing that maria was taken from her, that she was stripped away from living out her life after all the turmoil they went through, all the responsibility she had to take on that took so much living from her - it completely crushes her. theres a guilt that never eases up that she caused her daughter so much pain, so much unnecessary suffering, so much back-burner plans and time with friends and good memories and she will never forgive herself. carmen becomes a shell of herself post-house. even though she tries her best to still be present and loving and attentive to ana, there's simply clearly a gaping, eternally bleeding wound in her chest that can never be sealed, never tended to, never healed. in cases where she loses ana, too? the grief is unbearable. and she follows after her daughters. her health deteriorates rapidly.

mothers' grief for virginia comes more melancholic and steeled, more subdued and harshly swallowed down. she represses alot of her grief. tries to keep forward, level-headed. of course early on when jesse went missing, emotions were higher and harder to pin down and keep under wraps. it was frustration after frustration, dead-end after dead-end. and there was loneliness in it all. with no support for anywhere. with red being overseas. with family at all other corners of the country. virginia, when talking about texas verses, leaves that house with that understanding that she will never fully get closure for what happened to jesse, while simultaneously, knowing - or assuming - what his fate actually had been. grief, for her, is opening the front door to her home and all the lights are still off. theres a stagnant chill in the air, because its gone so long without windows creating cross-breezes throughout its rooms. its the coldness of a folded flag sealed away atop of the mantle in what should be a family room, though that now hosts only a single soul in it. grief is only having known how to make meals for four - one extra to share among her favorite boys' and their family dog - and having to finalize every recipe to fit a single mouth, excluding bites for the pup. grief, for virginia, is desperately trying to keep straight-faced while you talk into the empty air hoping for a familiar voice to answer but getting suffocating silence in return.

mothers' grief is facing unrealistic pressure and guilt and anger in oneself for not protecting your baby. because that is what they always see them as - their babies. carmen sees her little maria, as a wobbly toddler making her way down stone paths into the arms of her abuela and abuelo. virginia sees the rounded, rosied, chubby cheeks of her only boy, made all the more fuller by the toothless grin spread across his face as his dad makes him heartily laugh with the silliest of methods.

and its the pain that comes with it of knowing just how distant those memories are. and that those little faces grew up, and the last time they saw those smiles on their faces they never could have imagined it being the very last time they ever would.

its the guilt of wondering if i told them not to go, would they have stayed?

for carmen, if she had told maria not to go on that trip, alone, at all - would her beautiful girl still be here? if virginia told jesse not to go to out that summer or that break, however that panned out, would he instead have gone back home instead?

its the what-ifs, the guilt-ridden voices in the back of the head that eat away them. answers to questions they will never get. and instead of seeing their kids' smiling, warm, beautiful faces again - they both bury empty caskets, and visit empty graves, and pretend that their kid is down below their feet. because that makes it easier than wondering if they are still out there, somewhere, alive - hurt - and crying out for their mothers.

#like again : skip if necessary with the themes but.#random tangent while i was making dinner sorry-#loosely also on the mind from the other day when kels attacked me about lorelai & i countered with ginny & carmen-#[ ♡ ] ── * virginia j. / 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.#[ ♡ ] ── * the flores family. / 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦.#death cw #grief cw #loss cw #( anything else needed to tag please let me know! ♡ )

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uyjji · 1 year ago

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Hello this my first fanfication in English. Im sorry if my English is bad, hope you enjoy it.

Btw this not ship FF, i can't ship the young character cause they still too young and manga is too dark. 🙏

The night is so beutifull, but the sky isn't more beautiful than all womans in Yakiniku Q.

Lady Tsunade was come too Konoha after several time. She ask for all "girls" too eat and drunk in Yakiniku Q.

Now Shizune, Temari, Sakura,Ino, Hinata and Karui sit together in that place. Tenten can't come now beccause she was on mission in Kumogakure.

Lady Tsunade smile while see the girls her meet grow up beccome mom even there 2 new face now. But while she thinking again that just only 1 face, cause she meet Temari since her young age too.

While she see all of them talk, eat yakiniku and drunk. She thinking something weird question in her mind.

Tsunade : Girls can i ask you some funny question?

The girls see lady Tsunade that time.

Hinata : What is that?

Tsunade : Sakura, Hinata, and Karui. All of you have daughter right? And Temari, Ino and Hinata you have son too.

Sakura : Why you asking that Shisho? Isn't that obvious?

Shizune : No that not, all of you look like 20th years single girls. Esspecially Ino.

Ino did pose and make everyone laugh at that.

Tsunade : Back of topic, can i ask a question?

All of "girls" see her with serious face.

Tsunade : Hinata, Sakura and Karui all of you need answer my question in same time.

Sakura, Karui, and Hinata look her verry serious now.

Tsunade : If your daughter will marry your friends son, who is he?

Sakura, Karui, Hinata : SHIKADAI...

Everyone look at Temari in sametimes.

Ino : WTF why no one choice my beautiful son?

Hinata : It's ok Ino-chan, theres no one who choice Boruto too.

Her smile with angellic face. (OH I MiSS HER)

Sakura : Inojin, is beautifful but who want her daughter get married with boy who with sharp tounge like that? The most important his father in law is have same sharp tounge too.

Ino : Ah, i can't denied that. He was Sai in blonde hair.

The hall is full of the laugh now.

Shizune : So back too topic, so why Shikadai?

Temari sit there with bossy pose.

Temari : So girls, tell me the reason.

Sakura : So let me first. Shikadai was really smart, kind and he was the first chunnin in his generation like Shikamaru. But to be honest I want Sarada meet his destiny by her self. So sorry Temari-san.

Temari : Great idea, but why i feel like get rejected?

Everyone in that room laugh while see Temari reaction.

Hinata : Ok let me do it. Shikadai is really carrying person even he was only child in family he give older brother vibe. He was care with Boruto, he always said Boruto don't do something bad cause that can make Naruto name bad too. He look like Boruto older brother even he was younger than Boruto. Maybe that the reason.

Tsunade : That look like you want Shikadai marry Boruto than Himawari.

Temari : I'm sorry Hinata, i can't let my son marry Boruto. Temari talk that when she try not laugh .

All girls can't handle Temari face and laugh together now.

Karui : So the last is me, let talk with serious lady Temari.

She said that while she sit front of Temari. That make really fun and serious time.

Karui: Listen lady Temari, forget Inoshikacho tradition. Our husband is bestfriend since the child. Our child together since they baby. Let's beccome family.

Everyone give serious face, even Temari. That look like Shikadai get married proposal in 12 years old.

Karui : The most important, he have a lott money. He almost always pay for his teammeates and he have small portion eating. So Chocho can eat more and more. Hahahhahaha.........

Temari : Absolitelly no. You can't get my son, he will get malnutrition.

Everyone in that room laugh really hard with that session

They maybe grow up, getting older even get more but they still same. They enjoyed they live. For several time that make me happy too have longer live. TSUNADE SENJU

End.....

#temari #temari nara #shikamaru nara #shikadai #karui akimichi #sakura uchiha #sarada uchiha #tsunade #shizune #shikadai nara #chouji akimichi #chocho akimichi #sasuke uchiha #boruto

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makahimetenshi · 2 years ago

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Fooling around together - Paladin Danse x Sole Survivor Fanfic

This is the 5 part of a series of fics im writing lately, the order will be:

May I use your shower?

Volver a tener algo

Addicted to Chems

This one: Fooling around together

Traumas at the Commonwealth

Being awake

Since im in a rampage writing with this new ship I want to make some announcements

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Danse didnt know how much of his life was actually…his life…

There was Haylen and Rhys since all the other members of his squad died under his command…theres also the registers on the brotherhood…but he cant access anymore since he was banished and there also was…

Nate.

But he didn’t have much record, a few months maybe.

Now and on he has Nate to count on him, of course the man wouldn’t only be a register of his existence but…he is a relieave proof of existence…

Maybe Nate can ask about the registers of his ADN on the brotherhood files but…

Danse sighted, he didn’t know how to ask that…

He didn’t know a lot of things. He was so unsure of everything…well Nate also was unsure, more paranoid than anything…

But now he had him, and Nate refused to let him go despite his true identity

-I love you beyond that-the man said to him in an ocation he was having a dark episode, is not like he didn’t care or take it on consideration but…-I love you Danse- love was stronger

A blush appeared on his face, and when it was time to came out his thoughts…

Ok it was 19hs and they were lucky to find an abandoned house with the walls in almost acceptable state, the rest of the house of course had already been looted and scrapped but…having 4 walls to sleep was a start, at least to avoid the commonwealth animals around…it was getting dark and they needed a place to sleep for tonight, Nate learned the bad way to not travel at night so when Danse said a few hours ago to start looking for a place to settle…he obey.

It didn’t pass much time since…they confessed, and expend together their first sleep, it wasn’t a big thing tho, just a few blowjobs and handjobs, this days weren’t nice and they didn’t find a nice spot to sleep or bath, at least he can think that’s the reason why they didn��t advance much…there was rush there was definetly rush but…Nate wanted to stop, and he was fine with it, but it makes him wonder what was happening since the vault man was the one who started…and seem more hungry of his body even but he always wanted to stop at some point…

Tonight…he sighted…well it was still an awfull place for that…maybe that was the reason? A special place and ocation? It was weird since they were both pretty adult man and that was…a really childish reason…a hygiene thing? Sure they didn’t bath but sometimes Danse think that Nate was going to devour him and then stops!

Grieve? He was a widower after all…maybe he is dealing with some feelings…

The house they were now setted…was weird…small, one of that classic wood American houses of less than 10m but two floors…beautifull garden and terrain but small house, as he saw in Santuary Hills Nate had one completely different, modern, he will say, large with a low height but 4 rooms…this was weird because you enter, see the living room with the table and tv for family dinner, a little kitchen to the side… a door out to the garden…a circular stair to go up and two bedrooms but…where the hell, where the hell where the bathrooms!? This was weird!

Not like he didn’t care about the poor choices an arquitec made building this house 200 years ago but this was weird, and a lot of houses around the commonwealth have the same problems, you see that wooden furniture full of decorations…so this people had money…but not a bathroom!

-Are you done with the checkings? –scream Danse to the upside floor, they went in the house and agree that there was no much time to keep wandering at open field to walk, so better just take this one to sleep and make a fire, but but but always was important to check out, you never know when theres a feral ghoul sleeping under the bed…maybe he was a normal person until a week ago an just transformed while cooking and out of nothing you get a bit on the neck trying to rip you off, so the procedure to find a place to sleep was…

1- Find a place

2-Check open spots on the rooft, find a place to put a bed

3- Look out for people, ghouls, or some animals

4- Loot if theres anything

5- Secure doors and open windows

6-Step out the power armors and park them in front of the door the room you are sleeping

7- ?????

Finding a place with a bathroom was secondary tho, there wasn’t much of that around so better not have hopes about it…

I mean they can poop in a bag and trow the bag away from a window at least, of course that wasn’t the best but is not like there was another option…

-Seems fine…theres a lot of furniture we can use to seal the windows, help me with the power armor- As soon he went up the stairs Nate was waiting for him with a wooden table flip to the side –help me to move, I preffer to not have sunlight than let a pack of flys get inside in the night –the ex-paladin nooded and help the new-paladin to place the table as a woodenboard –theres that drawer, crate, organizer and bookshelds…none of this windows have glass so…-again, the ex-paladin noded like he was the soldier under the commander officer…but he was now so, better help…

Once the original order of the room has been complete changed in order to protect their asses, practically boarding the entire room booth looked at their work, Nate sighted.

-There are some matress here we can use? Or better unpack the sleepingbags?

-Nono…apparently two adult people lived here, no childen, theres one matress on each room, lets pick them, move them here and trow the beds into the stairs, I don’t thrust the entrance of this house, better have the way blocked.

-And how are you planning to get out the house in the morning? We cant just make our way out with the power armors its difficult to move and punch stuff, better not get stuck.

-Lets jump from the windows, we are not that high from regular ground, but imagine if some raiders have in the night the same idea as us, these roads at not so lonely as you may think, theres a lot of caravans also so better make this place…unusable for any one that isn’t us…after all this house doesn’t have a bathroom what the fuck

Danse giggled, he had his same idea, it was silly because it was an obvious thing to notice but…it melted his heart.

-Let me force the door, put a booksheld in the front, get up and then we are trowing the beds down and let them crash okay? –Nate nooded and Danse went down, as he see around the little kitchen still have the refrigerator, so with the power armor strength he took out the steel door, use it as a block on the main door of the house, and then, just for security, picked up the entire refrigerator and trow it to the entrance, crealy blocking the way out…

Well there was open windows around the living room…but thing wasn’t to let people know they were setting up for the night so the less scandal they do the better, after all it was just a place to sleep…just 8 hours and out it cant be that difficult…he went up and meet his partner, then both went to the room and pick up the bed each one from one side, moved a bit to the stairs to position and…Danse kicked it down the stairs, obviously the crash against the bars and walls make the furniture break and collapse, making a mess difficult to clean up. Then the process was repited with a second bed, and now there was two broken wood beds in the middle of the stairs, blocking the way to the first floor of the house, if anyone wanted to surprise them it would surely have to explode the entire floor to make them come down.

That was unlicky to happen, possible yes but pretty crazy also…

Behind him, Nate went to pick up another booksheld with the hands of the power armorand kick it where it was the start of the stairs, moving it, still blocking the way, more even, surprising Danse at the harsh sounds of everything crashing and breaking.

The man was paranoid lately.

-Help me with a second one-said the man looking to anoooother booksheld not so far but…

-Don’t you think is enough with this? If we block out the only source of air we left we might intoxicate if a fire starts or something

-I mean its not like the room is hermetic but…you have a point, alright –then, Nate take out his headpiece, letting it rest over his hands –lets go to the room, im all sore from walking in this all day

The ex-paladin laughted, his partner never was a fan of using a power armor, too much worry he said, it breaks so easy he said, it uses so many materials to repair he said…so winy.

He started wearing all the time after they left the brotherhood behind…well Nate didn’t say he did

Danse sighted at thinking in that and went into the room, the procedure was as always, close the door, block it with drawer and then park the power armor in front of the furniture that blocked the way…Nate did that, apparently in a hurry to be normal again and not a steel doll, the man still have his fusion core on the hand…

-Want me to have it for a bit? –Danse offer his best help at seeing him so exhausted, but it was useless, since he came back from the institute he always looked this way.

-No, just came off yours so I can hide your fusion core too, park it in front of the matress, back to us like always.

The ex-paladin was actually happy of having this security procedures together, it went all one day that one caraban stole one of Nate power armors…the ones he collected at Santuary Hills…he always left them with the fusion core on until a woman name Carla stole one and refused to get out, the vault man didn’t want to kill her but he went sure to make a few holes on the armor with a carabin…..

Still, not enough to scare her and have the armor back so…never a fusion core at anyones reach, too risky

He did as he was told, after all Nate was a paladin now and he was a…citizen of the commonwealth…not a paladin anymore…damn he broke his ass for that title…but Nate too, still he didn’t have to obey him for that but it was time to rest anyway, the day was long and difficult as most days wandering in the wastelands…

Danse sighted at coming out the power armor, and then feel the other man hugging his waist, placing his cheek over his arm, the ex-paladin place a hand over the one on his waist and smiled, Nate craved sometimes for the touch, he didn’t like being separated with the armors.

-Do you want to start a fire or better eat some cans?

-Lets eat cans, I need the aluminium and the weight off, the water ones specially…is 1lt of water so…its weight…-the ex-paladin nodded and went to pick up their stuff, getting a can of purified water and some 200 years old pasta they found somewhere…radioactive? Hell yeah, it does matter? Well not exactly now for him as he was a synth…and Nate said something weird of not being affected by rads in the food after leveling up or something he didn’t pay too much attention.

Was he now or maybe always not affected by radiation? Was his human synthetized body affected or not? He was a bio-robot, clearly bio, Nate explained him the process how a synth is created in the institute and they managed to create life…soulless life, bodys without purpose until they put synth components to give them a personality, a memory bank, a processor…his mind wouldn’t be affected never by the radiation but his body…maybe yes…but what was the limitations of a super human robot? Maybe they were designed to not be injured by radiation, after all they were designed super human robots, why not delete all flaws? If they were trying to continue human species like before the war…

Stop.

Don’t keep thinking on it.

His brain repeated, for the third time in the day.

Sometimes he looses on the confusion of now being a synth but all life before being human…his sane mental state some times appeared to take him out the thinking depressive things hole, he was gratefull that still being walking on this difficult new path he was sane and conscious of how things were developing.

And Nate was right there to help him too.

They didn’t have forks or spoons to eat, they mostly put the can in their mouths and pray for the food to decide to come down onto their throats, then clean with a tissue, poor? Yes, the only option they had now? Also yes? Confortable? Well definetly not but…Nate say they were still together like this, that it wasn’t going to be much different for him to be all alone in Post Bravo…

The new paladin sat over the matress and went to open the pasta cans, Danse was so unsure of so many things lately…does he need to eat? He preffered to give Nate the food if he really was a robot but he remember feeling hungry or fainting from starvation before…those were really vivid memories…

-You seem in pain –said Danse sitting next to him, the man looked uncomfortable, the way his back was arched didn’t look right.

-You know im not fond of 24/7 power armor as you, it wasn’t a good idea to travel with one…I don’t wanna leave it behind but I don’t wanna use it either…-it was funny how there wasn’t a real currency and still Nate managed to be miserly about resources –I could hide my face some other way…

-I preffer your safety, is important to use it

-I been picked up and trow to a wall more times than my hand fingers can count without a power armor –said giving Danse one of the cans, the man picked it and moved the cold pasta a bit with his finger to make it loose

-I still preffer you with one on

-Im eating, make a pee and go to sleep, tonight is cold and im tired, we walked a lot

-Want me to take a guard?

-No, lets sleep together, I need your warm –Danse cheeks burned, it wasn’t like a code or anything but lately that phrase ended up with them getting all horny whenever they are sleeping, it was true they sleep more confortable in each other arms but it was also true that most of the situations ended up with them making up.

Alright then, this would be the night maybe?

Danse place the can over his lips and open his mouth, waiting for the pasta to go down to think in something else.

Situation wasn’t perfect, hell yeah it was shitty, they been in this exact same position before so it wasn’t new but there wasn’t any hope of a hot shower for Danse anymore now, there wasn’t a clear future for him, it disappoint Nate so much that the only thing he can offer the man was this…poor living conditions…better this than let him sacrifice for the Brotherhood ideals but still…he save him and force him into a crusade to run around the Commonwealth and avoid his responsabilities…this was the best he can offer right now…

Of course, he can come back to Sanctuary, Codsworth was always waiting for him but…one day he saw a small camp with a perfect view to the vault 111 in the forest with one small symbol drawed very similar to the ones the Railroad uses…that realization make his spine shiver, he would never feel safe at home again, someone is always watching, no matter on which side.

The thought made his body tremble, and as fast Danse noticed this, he put an arm around his shoulders.

Nate thought that Danse did it because it was cold, but the ex-paladin knew that Nate has demons just like him inside his mind, all the time…

There was noise, a lot of dark and ugly noise around them and it was their duty to mutually take care of each other and disperse the noise away from their minds.

He often find the man zooning out, trembling, falling, sighting or wanting to suppress a unexpected cry.

And just like Nate did it with him, he would watch over him too.

Danse finished his can of pasta, trow it to the next wall and then place his head over Nates shoulder, placing a hand over his knee while the man eat.

The man became a mistery after coming back from the institute…well both have flipping life changing experiences after all…like seeing the world burn wasn’t enough for Nate…

After Nate finished eating and drinking for the night, the miserly man pick up the cans and let them next to his things, preparing to go to sleep.

-Do you realize we need to find a station to fix your power armor right? Im not going to carry your trash until we find that –Danse was already laying on the matress, looking at his boyfriend peing against a hole in the wall, goddamit the new paladin find it hilarious to do that silly stuff and Danse didn’t get it, I mean it was practicall since the liquid and the smell wouldn’t stay with them but he did this in everyplace they sleep.

-Im not planning to, when did I ever gave you my trash?

-Im still carrying your fat-man

-Oh no im not hearing this, you are carring it because when I tried to get rid of it you said “nonono you cant go around dropping valuable things like that” like a angry dad, even if theres fat-man all around the corners…

-Well i…

-If it bothers you so much I should scrap it…

-Don’t even think on that

There was a brief silence, then a buckle from Nate, and then one from Danse, both laughted.

Nate tucked his dong after using a tissue, but didn’t actually fix his pants, when he turn around Danse saw him and blushed a bit, yeah, he suspected well…The man slowly made his way to sit next to him in the second matress and hold his cheek, looking directly at his eyes.

-Are you alright? –this was a way Nate had to ask him if it was okay to…advance…if he was unconfortable, too tired, too cold, sick, hurt or emotional he preffered to wait for the next day, but yeah, today he was fine, a bit tired just like him but…as fine you can be in the wastelands…

-Im okay –Danse hands went to the sides of Nates hips, making the man tremble a bit at the touch, but as soon he did that the new paladin lift his leg to sat over his stomach.

The positive thing about being on top of Danse was the view…Danse was actually a bit skinny but in comparision he was huge in size and Nate was so in love with that...both hands went to his cheeks, caressing the tick hairs of his black beard…gosh it was so masculine and handsome…

-I look at you and I cannot think on another thing more than telling you how much I love you…-the ex-paladin laughted a bit, enyoing the sensation of his fingers in his jaw, moving his fingers in circles over his hips

-You sure you are not just lusting?

-I think I have reasons to say that I love you deeply –Nate gave him a playfull smile at it, getting more closer to his face, and then out of nothing Danse hand moved to his crotch, pressing over the pants and the underwear, surprising Nate but taking a soft moan out.

-I have my reasons too –Nate laughted and his torso went down, laying on top of Danse chest, his mouth looked for his and he was well received with a deep and warm kiss, moving his head to the side to make them space confortable.

Yeah, this was right, this was definetly the thing he looked all over the day, if they could just disappear and be this close together without having to worry about surviving…

Danse hummed on his mouth and that surprised the other man, apparently he was having a blast with just a kiss, his hands moved to his wast, securing his grip at hugging him tightly, Nate moved his head a bit and the ex-paladin went desesperate to eat his mouth, they were not getting separed for oxigen until someones head gets red and both separate laughting from the intensity

Nates hands went down, moving all around his chest, pressing firmly with the tip of his fingers all it was avalible to touch, he loved how the man feel so firm and hard anywhere, the thing that really make him have doubts in the first place was how handsome and perfect he was and…he was having it, it was his, after wishing it for so long…

Nate went off the kiss because he was smiling, took some air and then went back to eat the ex paladin mouth in a tongue kiss, hands getting brave to get under his shirt and feel the warm of his skin, not to mention the beautifull sensation of the hair of his torso and arms…

Danse felt hot, really hot, Nate always rushed, had a level of intensity hard to keep, same as fightings, the man jumped directly in the face of danger and in bed he jumped directly to what he most desired…He loved that hands, hands that didn’t despise him for what it was, he could believe that as a synth he had no right to be loved or desired but it wasn’t like that, the other man was so fonded with him that he couldn’t care less about it, having that deep conection really make the ex paladin head fly…yeah…he liked this…he whished for this moments with him…a moan died between their tongues and he could feel how Nate went more exited from it, the man moved to sit more confortable over his hips and have a better pose, moving his hands to the side of Danse body, firmly grabbing and getting delighted with his abs, again, making the ex paladin moan, it tickle but also feel good.

Danse hands moved down again, placing over Nates pants in his clothed ass gripping with a bit of strenght, the man on top of him shiver at the touch, but as he bite his tongue and rob a moan he didn’t pay much attention to the rest…the feeling of Nates fingers tangling over the hairs on his chest make him snap a bit and pay attention to the sensations over his body, above being hotheaded, he was hard, very hard, his buldge was against Nates leg where he was sitted and take a moment to check over the situation, looking down, confusing the vault man who was enjoing the kiss at being separated like it…

Well look at that…an unconscious reflex made him buckle his hips, making the man on top move a bit, a groan came from the back of his throat at how good it felt, calling Nate attention, who stood up just to look too…Danse hands secure his grip onto his hips and set a peace where he would buckle slowly and soft into him and would move him a bit, trying to be circular but of course it wasn’t perfect, he close his eyes, goddamn it felt good, the rubbing with his crotch and his body was amazing but…

-Danse –Nate called for him, Danse was in a trance that took a few more attempts of him calling his attention before he could snap-Danse! –he sluddenly open his eyes…why wasn’t Nate moving? His hands went down, wasn’t he enjoying it as much as him?

-Are you alright? –said the ex paladin, it was true, the man didn’t make any move but he also wasn’t playing much attention. Nate seemed a bit…conflicted…not confortable…

-Sorry theres something I want to tell you –the ex paladin went up on his elbows, looking at his face, Nate went to cup his cheeks with a hand and place the other over his hot neck, liking how thick it was under his fingers.

This was it, this was the moment where they stopped but he never ask to…talk before…it was good it was good it was an advance…

-Yes?

-Sorry i…-the man sighted for a moment, taking a breath before looking down again- I been thinking a lot this days…and I really try to be open and give it a chance…to like it…-one of his hands grabbed Danse to put it over his crotch, sure he had an erection, he was hot but…all rubbery…not hard hard…it was very different from him, that sadded Danse for a moment but he was willing to hear his concerns…-I do not feel comfortable receiving…this…-he said as he pushed his ass against Danse buldge- doesn’t feel right for me…

Wow…

Danse sighted in surprise…ok he could deal with this is it was nothing…

-Its okay, do not feel bad for it –while this is clearly a turn off because of how much he was enjoing it he can understand the man worries…

-I do, because I want you…but I know I don’t like this…-said again, jumping a bit over the ex paladin erection still on his underwear, he was doing it on purpose- sorry I been trying for days to try to feel confortable with the idea but I cant…

-We can do another stuff…-this hit hard because lately he was thinking what was his real sexual experience…he cant make differences between the memorys implanted by the Institute and the ones he at least lived the last months so…

-You don’t get it –the vault man went down, facing him, lips against each other, talking with his warm breath against his skin while looking directly at his eyes –I want you…

-Oh…-Danse hands moved up, to catch his shoulders and secure him there, it was a nice pose, he liked how his eyes melted over his…

God this was hot, so hot, body was burning in desire right now even if the goddamn conversation was just about not doing it…His head moved to the side and sighted frustrated but then, out of nothing, Nate went to his ear and left a little wet kiss before whispering with his hot breath..

-Don’t worry ill just have to find the best way to fuck you –hearing that last one make the ex paladin slurp saliva hard, frozen…but not frozen…completely still on his place but burning like crazy, a wave of heat danced from his toes to forehead at hearing that. God having pants on now was killing him, he didn’t want to make the other man uncomfortable but…

-I think we are kinda familiar with anal sex at his age…

Silence…

Nate went back and had to use his hand to cup his mouth, snorking hard from the nose, Danse see the little wet drops from his nose as he tried to not burst in tears of laught, seeing him like that make the man also laught silly, it wasn’t actually that funny….but it was enough to trigger the silliness in Nates mind, and that always make Danse laught with him…

A few hands fly all around, playing with each other, laughting loud at the bad joke, Danse hands went to his stomach to pinch and play a bit making tickles and Nate went to defend himself from the little attacks, hugging the big man and moving around the matress.

Joy, this moments with him bring Danse joy…he could feel the man smile against his arm and shoulder and it make him feel his chest full of a very nice sensation.

A few moments later they relaxed a bit, Nate hugged him by the waist and make a hand find a way under his pants, finding so amazing how warm the skin of that zone was…

-I can help you for tonight…

-You don’t want anything? –Nate denied with his head, his fingers went more brave and down at meeting with his pubes, playing with the thick dark hairs at their encounter

-When I say im tired from the day I mean it…and I finally let this off my chest…I been forcing myself to try to like it so this is a relief

A bit disappointing? Yes but they weren’t in a rush or anything, and it could get better, he trusted the other man…habilities…

Danse kissed his forehead.

-You sure? –while he also desired the other man, to touch and kiss and bite and get off all the goddamn clothes off him…it was okay for this night, he admitted this wasn’t the best place and the conditions weren’t favorable –Okay…

Fingers went down down, getting lost between his dark hairs, making Danse shiver at expectation.

Nate moved to be between his legs, locking their eyes together and just make the most sexy smile he had ever seen, Danse feeled like he was going to be eat…and expected it harsh

-Stay with me for the rest of the night okay? I want your warm…-wait didn’t he say before that he needed the warm? the way that words left his mouth make his cock twitch, and the next thing Danse see before being obliged to close his eyes is the other man pulling his pants down to devour him entirely.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14236049/1/Fooling-around-together

#paladin danse #paladin danse x sole survivor #fallout 4 #makahimefanfic

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wellthatschaotic · 4 months ago

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hiya i have questions :0 i would love to know about shadowens! and any particular experience with all your species you think isnt very depicted or talked about (if thats okay ofc! im always curious about how varied experiences can be)

oh! and for fae with dragonfly-like wings, are they any more delicate than other wing types? do you have to take any precautions with them when eg laying down, them clipping thru stuff? i dont have that type myself but they do look cool ngl

heron just answered about shadowen! and hmmm.

i do think that a misconception with werewolves (there are a lot of them, at least with my type of werewolves, but this is a sadder one) is the thing with "lone wolves". like wolves travel in packs for a reason. we're a very social species. packs are like family units (i HATE the "alpha wolf" thing) and are usually very...kind? welcoming? but if you mess with one of them you have now angered the entire pack. which are usually quite large. so i would recommend against that

-luke

i feel like people don't realize how hard it is to mimic someone, as a shapeshifter. like yes i can mimic their appearance pretty accurately but their friends are probably gonna notice unless i also know the person well enough to mimic their personality. one time i was Undercover(TM) and one of her friends suspected something so just turned to me and was like "whats your favorite song" and i completely blanked and said "happy birthday?". that was not the correct answer

-adrian

fauns and satyrs are DIFFERENT species!! very similar but different! fauns are smaller/lighter while satyrs are larger and tend to be more heavyset (as well as loud and annoying)

-akai

centaurs are not 50% horse and 50% human, we're 100% centaur. there is no horse half or human half. ig theres a top half and a bottom half but like humans have a top and bottom half too

-colton

forest elves are exactly the assholes they're portrayed as in media

-edyn (aerwyn burst out laughing as i typed this)

moon elves (i guess another original species?) live on a different world(?) with different light sources, meaning we see on a different light spectrum from humans. so if a room is bright to you, it very well might be dark to me, and vice-versa. which is very funny in my library. i've had people come in and try to steal from me (i keep some very valuable things) and are like "how did you see me it's pitch black????" and to me it's perfectly well lit

-aerwyn

as for fae with dragonfly-like wings, the only ones with those are pixies/small fairies (my theory is the bigger the being the "heavier" the wings have to be) which i don't know much about because i hate them (/lh)

-alisha

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mysticmilkshakeanchor · 2 years ago

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majorproblems77 · 7 months ago

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Alrighty!

So Link's parents don't exist and there is literally no information on them anywhere? Did they even exist in the first place?

So yes, Link has had parents, i dont see how he would exist without them?

Does Zelda not have a mom? (Have we ever had a game in which Zelda does have a mom??)

Zelda at the point of the game doesn't have a mother, but again like link i assume this is because of death or something to that end.

Zelda has a mother that is mentioned in BOTW but I think that's it? The rest of them i dont believe are mentioned but I've not played every zelda game so you'd have to ask around.

Actually, does anyone in Skyloft have two parents, because I am sensing a theme here.

Yes! You do a gratitude crystal quest for one of the children, Kukiel is the daughter of Wryna and Jakamar, both of whom you can meet on skyloft.

Is Skyloft a patriarchal society? You said Pipit is providing for himself and his mom, so is that because he's the only other family member or because he's "the man of the house?"

Pipit is the only other family member, that has a job. His mother is a stay-at-home mum.

I dont know? But with it being so small I cant see how that would be beneficial to them at all. Theres I think 45 named characters in Skyloft. (Give or take). Which is a Very small society of people. They cant afford to work in a system like that.

Also, favorite headcanons/backstories about this that aren't yours and why you like them (if you don't mind).

There are a lot of good ones out there so none spring to mind, I'd have to go looking. I'll go looking when I have a little more time and give you some when i can! :)

Please go ahead and explain your headcanons. I would like to hear what they are and the reasoning behind them

MY TURN :D

Under the cut to save feeds and so I can warn that this gets pretty dark because I love me a tragic backstory

So, ive got a full blown backstory written out for this so I'm in the process of making another post to go into full details but i shall summarise for you here

Link's mother : Isa

Links father: Lori

Who very much existed, are unfortunately dead, Links father was a professor of the academy but was sent beneath the clouds after his loftwing lost control in a storm when he was looking for a student. Link would have been 5 at the time.

(Theres a room downstairs which strich and cawlin stay in which i think could have been an instructors room once upon a time, like the room is tiny and is too different from the other student rooms)

His mother, who graduated at the same time (as link's father) was a night patrol flier. After losing her husband she took care of Link with the help of Zelda's dad but died from an infection of an internal wound after falling from her loftwing.

I'm not here for a neglectful mother, but I am here for a tragic story.

Link then stayed with Zelda (I say this was from 7/8 onwards), and obtained his loftwing like the rest of his class at age 8. He stayed in the knight academy like zelda did and eventually obtained his own room which he lives in long term.

I have so many headcanons I need to be stopped.

Zelda's mother died from a mysterious illness that no one could figure out, nothing would cure it. (I dont have as much about zelda's side)

Thats all I'll say for the moment :)

Um hi I was wondering if you could maybe explain Sky's background a little bit for me? I'm wondering if there's any information about his family situation and why he lives at the school. Do all the students live at the school, or only some of them? I also read your post about the beds and it said Pipit has his own house but it's dusty so does he just work all the time?

Sorry if this is a lot, I just wanted to ask what you think since not everything is in the fandom wikis and game guides.

Hi there!

So officially we dont know too much about these questions but I'll try my best to summarise what we know for you.

Links parents are not in the picture, assumed to be dead because they are never mentioned in the game or otherwise. We also know that Link is a childhood friend of Zelda and her family, (The headmaster Gaepora who is her father). He along with other students lives at the Knight Academy and from what I can find that is a choice for the other students. Link lives there because well he's got nowhere else to go.

It's possible he's lived there for most of his life like Zelda is assumed to have done, you can see he's a little more settled than the other students are which would indicate that he's more permanent than the others are.

When it comes to Pipit, he lives at home with his mother, pipit is the main breadwinner of the house which is why if you look around the knight academy at night time you can find him on patrol. (you find this out after helping his mother with cleaning the house after obtaining the gust bellows) it's understood that his mother is lazy and just doesn't like cleaning so will just live in a mess and then use's the money that Pipit earns for food and other household items to give to people to get them to do the cleaning. (The first time you do this for her she gives you a gratitude crystal)

I hope this helps!

I've got so many headcannons for Sky's backstory which I'll go into if people want me to. (As my fave I will ramble on all day)

#corner of headcanons #ramble corner with major #Isa and Lori links parents #headcanons #loz head canons #gryphon beloved!

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lecliss · 4 years ago

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Gave my mom my birthday list today and realized there's techincally only two things on it, with another being a pre-order thing. I swear I think I ask for less and less every year.

#i just care less every year #and i even told her i just want a small cake to eat alone in my room and for no one to look at me all day #but nowadays theres the issue that my grandparents are getting older so we have to savior every celebration that comes up #and like. i get that. theres(at least) not many years left to spend with them. or any of my grandparents #but the feelings of embarrassment and other things that come over me every year with my birthday are unbearable #do NOT look at me. i am not real. do not acknowledge me. do not waste your time on me when all i do is cause inconveniences #and theres other reasons too like me wishing i could have a huge cool party with only a ton of friends but.#when i was young and you had to invite the whole class only like 3-5 kids would show up #and when i got older and could just invite friends only like. 3-5 out of maybe 10 i'd invite would actually show up #its embarassing cuz with friends i get real excited and can be myself but with family its like.#'cool thanks for getting me the stuff i knew was getting cuz i gave you a list'#i faked screaming from excitement one year just to not make my mom worry and over did it a little #like. im grateful. but its hard to express it around family. im always just like. 'yeah thanks.' all nonchalant #and i know that makes my mom worry that im not happy or not satisfied #and its just. hard to express is all. i cant. and even if i could. like. i already know im getting it. i cant be happily surprised #i gave a list for gods sake. the only surprises are the pajama clothes i get for christmas and i never want that shit anyway.#so i just wanna avoid the hassle of people i view myself as a burden to being forced to give me attention #and them thinking im not happy cuz i cant properly express that i am #and then every year i get reminded im just with family instead of going out with a ton of friends #that either i dont have or dont live nearby or arent available at the time #so i just want my free shit. an excuse to eat a cake. and to be left alone with my free shit.#cuz then im not worrying anyone. im not being forced to acknowledge im real. im not feeling like im missing out on experiences #i should be having #and none of this is even mentioning that now that my dads back in contact hes gonna ask me what i want #and i always tell my mom what i want so what can i even tell him i want? he'd have to send it and it cant be expensive either #and then i feel bad cuz i know he wants to get me something cuz im his kid and he cares #but then its too much pressure cuz im always put on the spot about it #and it doesnt even matter anyway. like i said i just want my free shit and to be left alone and only hear from friends that i dont even have #thankfully i have my sino guild this year and can have tiffany and saz and crom and all them tell me happy bday. thatll be nice #personal

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I'd actually really like hearing more of your creepypasta room headcanons

LISTEN I KNOW ITS BEEN DECADES SINCE THIS WAS SENT IN BUT COLLEGE DECIDED TO CONSUME MY PHYSICAL FORM BUT HERE IT IS

Creepypasta's Bedrooms and then some Headcanons!

First off Masky and Hoodie. I feel like they would either share a room or a suit. i can see them needing to be near eachother and knowing when the other needs space. While they live in the mansion, their room(s) is very bland for the most part. The walls a beige color, with either a brown carpet, or a hardwood floor. They both have full sized beds with basic brown or white sheets. Nothing about their room screams personalized at all and most of the time they don't want to be in there.

Jeff's room is weird. It looks close to his room from before his family moved. So blue wallpaper, might be striped might not be up to you. His bed is a twin sized bed, full black sheets that are torn in some places cuz I refuse to believe this guy doesn't sleep with a knife. Theres blood stains all over that make people not want to be in his room at all. Theres one really dark one that even he doesn't like looking at so he covered it up with a carpet that he stole.

Ben's room is linked to a computer. Yup Ben lives in a computer. I fully believe this and I will die by it. That said, I think he lives in a non-glitched out Clock Town without the Moon in the sky. Everything there is just like the original Majora's Mask game minus the Moon. Thats all.

Eyeless Jack's room is interesting. I think it would be mighty nifty if this guy continued to do doctor stuff after everything happened. So he kinda has a room attached to a surgical room or a hospital type room. his bedroom area is like super small and only has a small bed and dresser, but the hospital room has a few beds or cots for bodies/other creeps so he can either dissect or patch up someone.

Sally's room is your basic little girl's room, pink walls, one wall has a bunch of little paintings on it because the Bloody Painter 100% would paint princess stuff on there for Sally because she is loved by everyone, thank you. She also has a replica dollhouse version of the mansion with little dolls of the pastas that she plays house with, the only two that she plays with by herself are her and Slender, she has to get the others to move their own dolls if she wants them moved, totally not her rules tho(they are).

Laughing Jack doesn't technically have a room but you can find him in Sally's room most of the time. Its not a creepy thing, she just happens to have created a special bond with the clown and called him Papa once and he's taken her as his own daughter now even though he hates every other kid in existence.

Toby's room is more of a safety net than anything. His ticks can get so bad that he hurts himself and adding the voices to that makes it even worse. his room is right next to EJ's room for this exact reason. Toby's room has weirdly soft carpet and his bed is just two mattresses on top of one another. He doesn't have anything hard in his room and he has to leave his hatches in EJ's lil hospital.

Bloody Painter's room is a simple white room. His bed is shoved into the corner, aswell as everything else. The only thing that makes his room special is that he has red paint smeared on his walls. And yes, it is red paint, not blood. Not saying there isn't blood stains in his room, but he doesn't like the way dried blood looks.

Creeps like Sonic.EXE, Lost Silver and Dark Link also live in similar places like Ben's, but instead of Clock Town its their own place like Lavendar Town or something.

Creeps like the Rake and BOB live in the forest mainly. They're invited into the mansion; they've just never picked out a room i guessidkwhyareyoureadingthisstill.

Most creeps, have rooms at the mansion but are never there enough to actually decorate them. They typically spend the night out at other places.

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta ben drowned #creepypasta #jeff the killer #ben drowned #marble hornets #masky #hoodie #marble hornets headcanons #Sonic.exe #lost silver #bloodypainter #darklink #creepypasta eyeless jack #laughing jack #sally #sally williams

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roxyfoxgamer150 · 3 years ago

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instead of mirabel not getting a door in this Au,she gets a door but the door shows a small her in the middle (as a child) then different versions of her, suddenly theres a knocking on the other side of the door. and another mirabel is standing on the other side albeit older.

Oh my god hell yes.

IMAGINE IF THEY MET OBSERVER AND SCRAP BECAUSE IT'S A DOOR WHERE OTHER MIRABELS COULD BE IN-

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The Bels AU

When Mirabel grabbed her doorknob, her door appeared.

Everyone celebrated, but when Alma and the other parents looked at the door, confusion intensified.

There was Mirabel in the middle of the door, but many people where behind her, they guessed it the future version of Mirabel.

But it looked... wrong and right and the same time.

There were diferent versions behind her, one held her fists raised in a fighting stance with bandages.

One looked like a pirate, one held a kind of sword on her chest (Alma was shocked because it looked a lot like the sword that killed Pedro)

One held a tablet with glowing eyes, one had a candle and had a serious face, and one held her glasses up grinning (canon Mirabel)

But the most noticable one was the Mirabel on the top middle of the door, wearing a poncho and had glowing eyes, looking downright unsettling, much more creepy than Bruno's.

They were all happy and confused, until they heard a bang knock on the other side, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Everyone went quiet, Mirabel thought it would be a good idea to open it without permission.

"Wait nieta don't-!"

The newly gifted one opened it right before an older Mirabel was about to knock on it.

The older Mirabel blinked.

"Ah- your gift kid?" The older one asked while smiling.

Mirabel nodded, everyone behind her were shocked and confused.

The older Mirabel told Dolores to cover her ears, and proceedes to yell behind her, "OI! I KNOW THE REASON WHY WE WERE TELEPORTED HERE!"

Multiple Mirabels looked to where the new door was at, some yelled and some groaned.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

"IS THAT A MINI-BEL!?"

"Thank god I was teleported away from my family for this." "You hate your family Observer" "Shut up Scrap."

"BEHIND HER YOU BUFFOONS!"

Apparently the whole family and the Encanto was still behind her.

The older Mirabel that greeted the recent one told her they would get a tour of her room/base.

Everyone was shocked but excited because it had a pool, a lab, a big living room, several guest bedrooms, several bathrooms, a massive kitchen ("MIRA DON'T YOU DARE SET THE MICROWAVE ON FIRE!" "BUT I'M AN ADULT???" "I DON'T CARE!") And more.

Modern!Mirabel pointed out that the room of Mirabel is 3 times larger than the wayne manor.

Observer Mirabel immediately knocked her out unconcious when she mentioned "wayne".

"WE DO NOT SPEAK OF CROSS OVERS, WE DON'T NEED A FUCKING CROSS OVER"

And the kid just learned a new word, yay!

Isabela looked excited when she saw a large garden, a few Mirabels chuckled when they saw her squealing happily when she summoned a new plant with her Mirabel.

Years later, it was now Antonio's Ceremony, Mirabel woke up and got dressed, but when she was about to open her door, Bruno!Mirabel tapped her shoulder.

"Uh- sorry to say this but er- you kinda have an undecided future like the rest of us." And proceeded to tell her to find the cracks.

"CRACKS!?"

"WHAT!?"

"Calm down Mira! I'm not sure because me and Bruno himself are two different people!"

The other Mirabels heard her, and was panicking because the same future was casted upon her. Again.

Observer Mirabel guided her on how to do the right actions so the fixed casita would happen.

"Why should YOU guide her!?" "Excuse me I watched the canon AU over and over again AND I READ EVERY. SINGLE. FANFICTION. THAT HAD DIFFERENT CHOICES!" "SO YOU ALSO WENT INTO THIS AU'S FUTURE?" "IDIOT I CAN GO THROUGH TIMELINES! OF COURSE I KNOW!"

Mirabel is like the canon, the only difference is that she got warned that there will be cracks later on. And the fact that the whole family's trauma was erased by a fraction, but it's still huge.

When she and Isabela dropped from the rooftop and was confronted by Abuela, something changed.

"I don't know why you weren't given a gift, but it is not an excuse to hurt this family!" Abuela yelled at Mirabel.

Mirabel began to cry, but she was grithing her teeth, while Isabela began to shrink on herself. Abuela was about to speak more when suddenly.

"FUCK YOU!"

All heads whipped to Mirabel, who stared at Abuela in unfiltered rage.

"You gave your family trauma Abuela, generational trauma."

"I get why you're scared of the candle dying Abuela, because it's from Pedro, but the fact you care about the candle and the Encanto more than your family's sanity is just full-on BULLSHIT! THE MIRACLE IS DYING BECAUSE OF YOU!"

A crack appeared below them.

The fall of casita happens, but Mirabel's door is the only one that survived, and it's opened, the magic of the door is gone, but not the magic of the room.

Abuela found Mirabel talking with a random Mirabel wearing a white pintuck shirt and black cargo pants with a back pack on her and a machete on her hip.

The canon scene happens, they rebuilt the casita with the help of the Mirabels.

Just as the picture was about to be taken, a random Mirabel suddenly becomes Pedro, some of the Mirabels throw her/him to the area just as it was about to be taken. (Reincarnation!Mirabel)

The picture can't be complete without a Pedro in it.

Sorry if it sucks lol- I'm rushing

#mirabel madrigal #encanto au #observer mirabel au #mirabel au #madrigal family #family madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto

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marvelsbanner · 4 years ago

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Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god. No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place.

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat.

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this.

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princeanxious · 3 years ago

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New au idea just dropped: abducted by aliens + found family; familial anadukeceit addition with a twist:

tw: minor abducted by aliens, mentions of illegal scientific experimentation on a minor, general au theme following the rescues of ppl getting abducted, those are the big ones, lmk if i missed anything!

Virgil and Remus are normal adult humans that are part of a galactic crew that specializes in rescuing aliens that were abducted for black market trade and experimentation purposes and rehabilitating them

Janus is a young teenage human who'd been abducted and experiemented on for two years before his rescue, leaving him half-covered in abnormally healthy scales, sharp fangs and coldblooded-like qualities, and without a way to talk like he used to.(he can growl and hiss and whine ect., but they mostly ruined his ability to mimick sounds without it being painful and thus he cannot actually try to speak without pain.) He's not seen another live human in years, and is way too young to know how to cope with it, so he doesn't trust anything anymore and often comes off as extremely violent because he doesn't know whats a threat and what isnt, and isnt honestly sure hes not experiencing a vivid nightmare half the time.

Cue this team getting a report from a different rescue group about requesting help for a specific rescue from their mostly human rescue team, this time its about a small earth-like dealthworlder that had been discovered and rescued as one of the few surviving aliens from an illegal testing facility.

Report lists it as extremely volitile and hostile, but only when provoked(see: any attempt to interact with it). If left alone, it simply cowers in a corner and cries. There have been efforts to get it to eat that have only been semi successful due to the poor thing seemingly not being able to digest certain foods, and they worry it will simply die of starvation, or loneliness, if they cant get it's condition stable.

The reason theyre requesting Virgil's team is because the original rescue has never seen this kind of alien before, but it looks mostly human and thats the assumption. Humans are known to have high-packbonding instincts, and that persistence for kinship is pretty much this rescue's last hope.

To the humans, its a bit of a far leap seeing as they arent provided with any clear pictures of the thing, but its their job and theyre getting paid to do it, might as well try.

They.. They arent prepared to arrive to the sight of a child. Well, sort of child. A teenager? Whose regardless way too thin and quite too small to look anything but vastly unhealthy.

From his one side of his ribs curled up all the way around one side of his face and down that arm are rich yellow scales, that perhaps look like the healthiest part of him.

He wears a blindfold from his previous containment, and word has it the first alien to try and take it off was met with the worst lash-out yet and was still in recovery. They had kept it on him because he wont let anyone near take it off. It keeps him calm to be sightless, and its unfortunately all they can do to keep him that way.

And well, while Remus has always been the best at taming some of the wilyest deathworld creatures, its actually Virgil who has skill in taming those few labeled 'deadly.'

He sees this 'dangerous' behavior for what it really is.

Fear.

This is a child who is scared, terrified, and lashing out at anything that doesn't feel safe.

So you can imagine the brief uptic in nervous alien chatter from the main observation room when Virgil decides to walk straight into the containment room with no gear, no food, nothing but himself and his jacket.

Its a little jarring to hear a teenager hiss angrily at you, but Virgil used to Be That Teenager, so he doesn't really react. And he can see it when he speaks, using a soft and comforting voice, the way this kid freezes at being spoken to. In a langauge he understands.

"Hey buddy."

There's an immediate growl of uncertainty, pressing himself further away. Disbelief. It cant be, right? It's been 2 years since hes been in a room with another living human, there's no way.

..Right?

"Cmon now, none of that. It's just me here right now. My names Virgil."

He doesn't really want to believe it, that hes hearing another human. But he cant help the instinctual need to turn and hide the scales, the thing that makes him a freak of nature, no human would want him after what had been done to him.

Its a slow back and forth, really. Virgil asking a mundane question and getting some cautious hiss or growl or click in reply. But slowly, ever so slowly, the boy is relaxing.

"Can I reach my hand out? I wont touch you, okay? I want you to reach out too, if you're okay with that. We can move at your pace, okay?"

And maybe he gets a slightly petulant whine, but theres no aggression. Just. stress.

He holds his hand out, palm down, and waits. And is rewarded with an extrsmely shaky hand reaching out and grasping his own with a little fumbling. And then theres a pause, where the boy is taking thw time to register the hand.

Human.

And then the boy is all but flinging himself forward, blindly reaching out with a sob. Maybe some aliens in the observation room tense, but the humans in the room remain completely calm.

And now Virgil has a lap full of entirely too distraught child and no say in the matter, but thats fine. Hes content to just hold the poor thing and let the kid cry it out, god knows he needed this.

They learn this kids name, Janus, through some shake tracing of fingers on skin, then pen to paper. He's barely 16, and was abducted at age 14.

They learn one eye had been tampered with as well to match the scales, but all that was successful was a color change to yellow. It fortunately affects Janus's sight very little, except when hes tired and finds himself with migraines from his eyes being tired.

Janus is a special case, because he cant go back home, not with the things hes seen and experienced, as the galactic rescue is still a bit of a secret to earth. But hes a minor, so he cant very well join the rescue yet, even if he wanted to.

So, Virgil and Remus adopt him. Janus is more than happy about it, despite his struggles to show it.

They have a number of humans and humanoids on their team, one of which is a therapist named Emile(human), and another who is their navigator and unofficial translator named Remy(half-human).

Janus p much gets unofficially adopted by them as well, standing in as the cool uncles most likely, but through them he learns to deal with his trauma, and gets to learn how to communicate via galactic hand-sign language.

Sometimes a family can be a Team Rescue Group Leader, his Danger Tamer Chaotic Boyfriend, and their Half Danger-Noodle Half-Sassy Human Son, and two fun uncles who collectively know how to heal trauma and 47 different ways to say 'fuck you' in alien.

#sanders sides #anxceitmus #familial dukexiety #familial anxceit #anxceit #luka writes #luka's aus #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders

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