#tried to be vague w some spoilers

[mordremrose]

I’m just gonna write a little thing! A little thought for Bloom, nothing too intense, just so I don’t forget it!

1000 words later? Whoops

Writing below the cut, major spoilers for the end of Heart of Thorns and implied End of Dragons spoilers but nothing explicit from EoD :]

Bloom

“Kill me, Commander.” Trahearne could hear his own voice tremble, as horror overtook his dear friend’s face. Around them all, their friends— Rytlock, Caithe, Canach, Marjory, Braham— were exhausted. Worn thin by the fight against the jungle dragon, both physical and within the Dream.

“What? No! Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside.” The commander protested, their fingers curled around the hilt of Caladbolg.

“But I still hear its voice.” Trahearne looked down at his hands, twisted and blighted as they were. His body was not his— he was corrupted. It was only cruel fate that he had kept his mind this long. Or perhaps something more sinister.

“Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige… a terrible seed, planted deep in my mind.”

Trahearne’s hands curled into fist, as he took a deep steadying breath.

“You must kill me, Commander, before that seed grows. Before… before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost.”

He reached out now, hands on his friend’s shoulders. The tears streaming down their face broke his heart. He did not want this. He didn’t want to hurt them, to see them suffer so.

Trahearne wished there was another way.

“What is left of me can’t survive on its own, my friend.” He croaked, and felt the Commander tremble beneath his hands. Were they always so small?

“Strike now or—“

Against his will, a rage rose up. A sick bile that boiled in his stomach and burned through his chest as his mind lurched.

Through his mouth, Mordremoth spoke.

“I am the future! I am this world! You cannot destroy me!” The dragon roared, hands tightening around the commander.

“Run while you can!” It took everything he had left to force his fingers to uncurl, to release the commander even as the dragon wanted to tear them to shreds to be remade anew.

Caladbolg flashed in the corner of his eye.

“No!” The commander yelled. Strike true my friend! Trahearne wanted to yell. But he couldn’t, and his mind went dark.

There was no great explosion. There was no dying scream.

If you asked those present what happened, none of them gave any concrete answer.

Canach hesitated to answer, but would confirm that Mordremoth was no longer hounding his mind, or any of the sylvari.

All Rytlock would say was that the confrontation wasn’t pretty.

Caithe mourned Trahearne, in her quiet and melancholic manner, and asked not to push the matter further.

Braham would scowl, shake his head, and shove his way past, unwilling or perhaps unable to describe that final blow.

Marjory Delaqua, normally so elegant and clever with her words, who could see the twists of a plot before anyone else— when she was asked, she could only shake her head and reply ‘I don’t know’.

The Commander didn’t answer at all, because no one was able to find them to ask.

Eventually, researchers at the newly established lab of Rata Novus confirmed what the entire world held its breath to hear.

Mordremoth was dead. He had to be, to explain the slow steady trickle of magic escaping the jungle, supposedly as the dragon… decayed wasn’t the right word, but it conveyed the idea well enough. It was a slow death, they said, not quite the explosive reaction from Zhaitan, who had gorged itself on magic before its death, but a gradual decay. It changed things, about magic, about how the people of Tyria and the soon to be established Dragon’s Watch understood the flow of magic around and through the Elder Dragons. But it was dead.

It had to be.

He woke up. His body ached, as it always did, as he woke. A consequence of being too bigsmall. He stirred slowly, limbs stretching out and tail dragging behind. He had buried himself beneath massive vines this time, the weight of them both familiar and restricting. These conflicting sensations, the constant disagreement with himself… it was the only thing he could rely on. Even his name escaped his memory, although he could hear whispers of it on the edges of his mind.

Traherdremaneth.

It didn’t matter, really.

He moved slowly, not truly wanting to rise, but knowing he must.

He was something in between, and there was no stillness for him. No place of his own.

His one companion, if you could call it that, would be upon him soon. A dogged purserer, both a thorn in his side and a trusted ally, trailed behind him. For a time he thought they left him— and the feelings that had wrought left him stationary in a deep cave for nearly a week before they had reappeared.

He didn’t want them close, he knew that much, but they were one of the few things he had, a consistency. He couldn’t see them well, not with the distance between them, but he could always make out the broken blade at their hip. The one that made the scar across his chest ache.

He wondered what would happen if he let them get closer. Would they strike? Would they know him?

They were his enemyfriend. What would they make of him? Caution kept him at a distance from them.

The longer he was awake, the more memories he could half-remember.

The Orrian landscape stretches out before him and it reeks of his sibling, twisting beneath the dirt. The undead don’t notice him, not yet, and he can take a moment to look closer at the coral. It was neither alive nor dead. Not unlike himself and yet so different to him or anything he had ever encountered before.

He missed his siblings, their quiet talks among the then empty roots, among safe coils with their constant presence around him. They were too distant to feel or simply gone now and it unnerved him. This was wrong. Perhaps they could help him make it right.

There was one other thing, other than his sort-of companion and his unsteady roiling mind, that remained constant. And this was the true constant. A steady beacon, that he could not see or hear, but simply felt in a way that he could not describe. A magnetic sort of pull that had him orbiting closer and closer.

It drew him in, out of the depths and dark underbelly of the jungle and the cave systems, towards the strange golden stones, the elegant walls meant to keep out creatures that wished to destroy the beacon. He was not welcome there, not yet, even though he meant no harm. He just needed to be closer.

He didn’t know how he knew that. He just knew it.

[5-pp-man]

Ok i caved and i watched the main trailer (only allowing myself to watch it ONCE) but like. Am i crazy or was every scene w Doug in it one we've already seen. If something happens to him I'm gonna be so pissed.

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.1

Again spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine

Many of y'all liked my little DP/W idea so here is more, I tried to keep it GN so there isn't smut but it does sorta allude to it

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Wade has just woke up, he yet again sees Logan drinking and asks 'where they are and how they got here'. Logan vaguely points to the door and three people walk through. It's Elektra, Blade and Gambit. There are some not-so-pleasantries and eventually Laura makes herself known.

"We're missing Johnny and Y/N." Gambit drawls.

Wade makes a joke and turns back to Logan who looks like he's shat himself. "Peanut?"

"You said Y/N?" Logan settles his drink onto the first available surface and runs a hand through his hair. "We saw Johnny but not Y/N."

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Later on he had slumped down and made a fire. He didn't want to be part of the heroics, he couldn't be. He wasn't worth it. Laura had tried to convince him in her unique way. He could see himself in her, see why he'd fight for her.

Logan took another swig and stared off into the treeline. It was unclear how long he just sat but eventually he noticed movement.

Wolverine stood, ready to protect the others. Why was he ready to protect the others?

Then he saw you.

You were wide eyed. Your suit was practically undamaged except for a little cut on your thigh. Not a hair out of place. There was dirt on your face and body but you were beautiful.

"Y/N." He involuntarily took a step towards you.

You stayed completely still. Wary. Why were you wary of him? “Logan.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard it. Would always hear you. You were the main voice rattling around his adamantium skull.

“Y/N.” He took another step forward and tried to erase his frown, tried to ease his expression into something you wouldn't be wary of. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

Your eyes scanned him and the trees behind before you gave a nod and slowly approached, favouring your right leg.

“It's been a while.” The fire light bounced gloriously off your skin, illuminating your very being as though you were an angel. Well you were. You were perfect. Are perfect.

“For me as well.” He nodded too enthusiastically, too eager to be speaking to you. He didn't deserve this.

You lowered yourself onto a patch of grass, crossing your legs to the best of your ability, pupils glued to the flames. They danced along and lit up your eyes. Surely, you couldn't be more beautiful. Logan hadn't even realised but he had sat himself back down on his perch across from you. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn't help it, his frown was back in full force. What could you possibly have to apologise for? “I don-”

“You're not the first Wolverine to come sniffing me out.” You explained. “There's been others and they've- they've not all been friendly.”

What the fuck had he done? “I swear, I am not here to hurt you.” He placed a hand over his heart. “I promise.”

“I know. I just- it's not often you see your husband's-” Husband? “- face and he doesn't know you or is feral or-” You took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. “You at least recognise me.”

“Of course I do.”

“Okay, that's good.” You nod mostly to yourself before asking, “what happened in your world?”

“My world?”

You nod again.

“We're X-Men. I'm shitty. You're perfect. Scott nags me. Storm married a king and moved away, visits every so often. Jean was in the process of taking over from Charles…” If he didn't tell you they all died, maybe they didn't. Maybe they could live in your head. Maybe he wasn't a monster. “Yours?”

“Much the same really.” One shoulder lifted in a half shrug. “‘cept you weren't shitty. You were just you. Sabertooth was the shitty Howlett.”

Logan chuckled at that.

“Did you have a Laura? Or a Gabby?”

He shook his head. “Uh, no. But I've met Laura. She's nice. Fierce.”

“She's your DNA spliced with some poor unfortunate ladies. Essentially your offspring.” You informed. “Gabby is a clone of a clone. She's lovely though. Friends with Wa-Deadpool.”

“He's here.” Logan scratched his chin. “He's the reason I am.”

“Oh, you're friends as well?”

“God, no.” He shook his head. “Kinda just thrust together.”

“He always wanted to hang with you but usually just ended up with Spidey.”

Logan had heard of Spidey -Spiderman- but he hadn't met the guy, yet. If he hung out with Wade he was probably just as mad.

You both fell into a fairly comfortable silence but he didn't like that. You were here. He could actually talk to you. Actually be around you. “What happened to your leg?” He motioned to it as you carefully repositioned yourself.

“Angel.” You whispered darkly.

“Warren?”

“Yeah. Sometimes your friends aren't your friends. He had metal wings and weird tattoos. I called out to him and he just attacked. He was so quick I couldn't put up a forcefield in time.”

“I'm sorry.” It was a lame response but he had nothing else. You merely sat there, watching him, scanning his reactions. “I don't know how to convince you I am your friend. But I am. I won't harm you.”

You gave him a small lopsided smile. And he remembered.

“Wait. I do know how.” Logan rummaged around his very tiny suit pockets. He knew it was somewhere. He made sure it was always on him. Hidden away where no one would find it. Tucked into a sleeve that he kept safe by his ankle, usually people hit his torso, they don't always go for feet so he felt secure in it's position. Well, he did until he fought Wade in that fucking Honda.

Logan found it. It was scrappy and definitely worse for wear but the picture was clear. He stood and slowly walked around the fire to your side. You didn't back away but he caught your involuntary shoulder flinch.

“Here.”

You delicately took the piece of paper from his hands. It felt glossy, like magazine print. It was folded and on the visible side was a photo of you smiling wide, proud, in front of the X mansion. You unfolded it to see Logan standing next to you with a barely-there smirk. He looked almost bored but you knew him. Knew he was smiling, it was in his eyes, the softness in his face.

You were confused because he was smiling yet it was clear that he folded it to hide himself.

“Why have you folded it like that?”

Because I look awful. Because you are perfect and happy and brilliant and I pretended I didn't want the photo. Because it's the only faculty photo of me they ever took. Because they all knew I was sweet on you when you stopped me for a photo and I agreed. Because I had to take this from a yearbook after the school was raided. Because it's the only photo of us that I have and I hate that I'm in it. “Easier to fit the little pocket.”

“I have a similar one.” You confessed, knowing he was lying but that's okay. You all had secrets. “It's with my other bits, in the base.”

He felt his cheeks warm so looked away to the base. “Speaking of, it's late and you're hurt. They were planning on leaving at sun up, but I'm not sure that's still happening.”

“Why are we leaving?”

“We're storming Cassandra Nova’s lair.”

You let out a full body laugh. The noise was heavenly. “Fuck off, you come here and suddenly talk them into a full frontal assault? Brilliant.”

He rolled his eyes at you but extended a hand. “Come on, bub, let's get you updated and checked out.”

It wasn't much really, not to a bystander, but you actually accepting his hand meant the world to him and you. Both for similar and completely different reasons.

He definitely didn't need to but insisted on helping you to the base. It was hardly worth it but being back in his arms was lovely. It felt like home. He was maybe a few inches taller and definitely a little older looking than you recalled but he was your Logan. And a helpful one. He wasn't chasing you like a wild dog because you smelt nice. He was helping you limp back.

“Y/N.” Elektra spoke as soon as you entered the threshold.

“El.” You smiled widely.

She gave you a subtle look - raising her eyebrows a fraction and flickering her eyes at Logan - before taking your hand and leading you out of his arms. “We were worried.”

“You shouldn't have worried.” Rolling your eyes. “You know me.”

“That is why I was worried.”

She gave you a quick hug and assessed your leg. You had known her for five years. She had been here longer than you, travelling with Blade, and quickly intervened when she saw a Ghost Rider trying to lasso you. You three had met Johnny, who had been here a while too, and eventually met Laura. She was the only familiar face to you, it was a breath of fresh air to see her. It was a shame she didn't know you but you explained who you were and where she was and she slowly came around to trusting you. Gambit was the newest addition to your ragtag gang. He, bless him, tried to be as useful as possible and you're sure he was but there were times when you had no idea what went on in his mind. He was his own enigma.

The cut wasn't awful, a fact you had said multiple times, but Elektra still insisted on using alcohol to clean and one of the rags you recycled from an old duvet to wrap it, explaining the idiotic plan that you were all taking part of as she went.

“Oh!” Wade loudly exclaimed as Elektra tightened the makeshift bandage. “The self insert! I can't believe it, the movie’s been out like three days!”

You exchanged a glance with El and gave him an odd look as you greeted the man. “Hiya Wade.”

“Y/N.” He bowed. “I'm a little star struck.”

“Why?” Elektra stood to her full height and quickly made an exit, this wasn't the first Deadpool she had seen but this was one of the high energy ones.

“Well, you're Logan's thing.” The man behind perked up, his shoulders tense. He had been watching you the whole time and clearly wasn't a fan of DP rambling. “You're his reason to keep on. One of the reasons my Logan saved Laura. To keep his promise to you or something like that, I don't know the writing is a bit clunky.”

“Right.” You nodded, not quite understanding. But it was funny to see the mortified expression Logan was wearing. “So I'm Logan's ‘thing’.”

“Well, duh-”

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Logan ordered.

“Gosh, was he always this snappy?” Wade chirped.

“I dunno, Lo always had a soft spot for me so..”

“Awwwww.” He clasped his hands and held them at his heart. “Did you hear that she said ‘Lo’?” Wade had just turned to see the man in question but Wolverine was behind him and quickly dragging the Merc away, not quite whispering another ‘shut your fucking mouth’.

Blade, who was one to skulk hidden in corners before making himself known, had watched the interaction and gave you a fright as he stepped from the shadows. “So that's him, huh?”

“Jesus!” You whisper-yelled. “How many times have I asked you to not do that?”

“Daywalker, can't help it.” He shrugged and sat next to you on the sofa. It was old and ugly but so so comfortable.

You gave a sigh, holding your hammering heart. “Yes. He's Logan. A version of him. That actually doesn't wanna kill me.”

“Maybe you should let it play out.”

“And maybe I shouldn't.” You counter. “We'll all be dead tomorrow anyway.”

“All the more reason to."

He was correct of course. You had missed Logan so much and this one clearly had missed you. It would be folly to not spend the last night you may be alive together. In whatever way you were both comfortable with. But you didnt want to give him the satisfaction of being right, so merely huffed in response.

"Elektra told you the plan?”

“Well, Laura hardly speaks and I can't understand Gambit.”

Blade let out a low laugh. He was one of the coolest people you'd ever met, even his chuckle was cool. You were so envious.

Logan came back with red cheeks and quickly apologised. “I'm sorry, he talks so much and I don't think he actually hears himself.”

You waved him off. “It's fine.”

“No, he embarrassed you.” Logan sighed, his jaw set like he was biting the inside of his cheek.

“Logan, really. Don't worry.” You could see that he wasn't going to 'not worry' so decided to just remove yourself from the situation. Clapping Blade’s leg you stood. “Right, bed time. Big day tomorrow.”

“You aren't coming.” Logan replied immediately.

“Uhm. Pretty sure I am.”

“No, you're injured.” He stated as though that was obvious.

“This is literally the smallest injury I've had out here.”

“But you are hurt.”

“Logan.”

“Y/N.”

Blade watched the back and forth with a smirk, you were both clearly a married couple.

“I think you two should take this to Y/N’s room.” Your eyes widened dramatically. “You can argue all night when the door is shut and no one else can hear you.” The sly bastard.

“Okay.” Logan agreed. “I'll convince you to stay, where's your room?”

You let out a few noises, dying arguments, and then the biggest sigh. “Fuck my life. This way.”

The base was an old temple. You had wondered who it belonged to. The statues of her were beautiful. You had yet to see a variant of whoever this was, maybe that was a good thing. She might not take lightly to you guys using her sacred temple as a hotel. There were a few corridors you had to walk down to get to your room. You'd dragged an old mattress into it and made sure to keep the room dust free. There weren't a lot of luxuries in this world but you had an orb that when touched lit up delicately. There were a few sets of clothes you'd scavenged so you kept yourself clean and had a set of ‘pjs’. Your room was covered in marks where you had flung a knife or practised a forcefield. He assumed there weren't that many guns here, or if there were ammo was rare.

“You can't fight.” Logan started.

Oh. You were actually going to argue. “Logan, I could fight you right now.”

“Go on then.” He called your bluff.

You gave him a playful smirk. “You really wanna fight? It could be our last day alive and you wanna spend it fighting?”

“I know you can't fight with that leg.” He was so sure of himself. You couldn't wait to prove him wrong.

With a twitch of your hand you flung him towards you with a forcefield, side stepping out of his way. It took him by surprise how strong you had gotten and he had to catch himself before he hit the wall.

Logan twisted around to find you at his throat with a small blade in your hand. Your chest pressed into his, causing his back to hit the wall. “That was over pretty quick, Lo.”

Logan was in awe of your swift moves. You were tenfold who he knew. God could you get more attractive? He felt himself get warm and not from embarrassment. You were making him hot, you holding a knife to his throat was making him horny. What did that say about him?

Your eyebrows pinched minutely as you observed him swallow. “You like this, don't you?”

Was there a point in lying? “Maybe.”

“Well... Maybe I do, too.”

God he was ruined.

You were literally amazing.

How could he be so lucky? He really didn't deserve this.

Logan glanced down to your lips and you smirked. "Go on." He didn't need any other invitations. He captured your lips and kissed you with the full force of his years of loneliness.

He loved you, by god, he did.

Logan's left hand found your nape whilst his right landed on your ass. He growled as you pushed into him a fraction more.

Your leg moved by itself, wrapping around his waist as you took advantage of his growl. Kissing the exposed areas of his neck. You'd missed this. You'd missed him.

Logan hoisted you the rest of the way up and gazed into your eyes. You were looking down at him, lips plump and cheeks hot, you panted a little and fuck. He was going to fuck you. He wasn't sure he could actually pull himself away from you. You both should be sleeping, preparing for the fight tomorrow. No, you shouldn't be fighting. You should be safe. Somewhere safe and warm, waiting for him to return.

"Come with me." He begged.

"I'm sure I will." You winked.

"No, tomorrow, after the fight. Come with me, wherever I end up." He didn't want to go back but he would if you followed. If you came with him he could do it. Go anywhere. Be anyone.

"So you agree I'm fighting fit." You pecked his nose, playfully.

He huffed but found your lips again, leading you both to the mattress you called a bed.

He'd buy you a bed, a grand one. One worthy of you. He hated that you only had this. He needed to provide for you. Keep you warm, safe, loved, full. Keep you.

Logan was going to keep you and he didn't care how.

.

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Part 2

[h0useslut]

my little dove, why do you cry? ⋆.˚

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pairing : spencer reid x fem! bau! reader

w/c : 1,7k

warnings : grief, death of a major character (will lamontagne), 18x03 spoilers, funeral scene, hurt/comfort, crying, implied past abandonment, mention of migraines, mild angst with comfort

summary : spencer returns for will’s funeral, seeing reader at her most vulnerable. grief has its cracks. and maybe, he’s ready to stay with her this time.

a/n : i missed spencer reid. therefore, i wrote another angsty fic!

The funeral had a brutality of its own. The entire scene of Will dying was surreal to most of you - let alone JJ.

You tried to stay strong because you shouldn’t have been the one to break, cry, and mourn someone you weren’t that close to. Being there for JJ came first.

But seeing your friend shattered, crying when she gave the eulogy… The tears you’d swallowed down were making it hard for you to breathe.

Spencer watched you, from the corner of his eye— struggling to look composed, and serious. He knew you all too well.

You hadn’t been long with the BAU when Spencer left the team. It was a sabbatical first, then another… and then he was gone. No proper goodbye, nothing. Just a vague promise to keep in touch that faded before it even began.

Something between you had sparked. You weren’t delusional. The quiet conversations in the break room, eyes that lingered too long… You reminded him of himself in some way - quietly observant, always watching the room instead of taking up space in it. And he just couldn’t stay away.

You understood why he didn’t keep in touch. You did. You didn’t blame him, or hold any grudges against him. But it still hurt, it still made your chest ache when you thought of what could’ve been.

Now, watching your closest friend sobbing over her loss - over a love she lost, you couldn’t help but wonder if your grief had roots deeper than death.

You could feel him behind you, feel his eyes digging holes into you. You knew better than to hold back in front of him.

The service blurred around you, faces and voices melting into static. Your head throbbed with the ongoing migraine you had, making it harder to focus on what was happening. Grief has a way of finding all the cracks in you and widening them.

You slipped out as soon as it ended. You needed air.

The hallway was empty, quiet. A moment of stillness after the storm. You barely heard the footsteps behind you, until his large frame came into your sight.

Spencer.

He hadn’t aged at all. His eyes had the same soft look, his brown hair still tousled like he’d just woken up. The purple scarf around his neck made you feel nostalgic— like a glimpse into a version of him you hadn’t seen in years.

Your chest hurt too much.

“Hey,” He said softly.

You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed with confusion? hurt? Even he couldn’t decipher it. But he definitely knew you were hurting.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Are any of us, really?” you said in a broken voice. He knew you’d say this.

Spencer knew you had a habit of deflecting your pain, of minimising it so you could stay strong for the others. You didn’t have to stay strong for him, though.

He didn’t answer you at first. Instead, he glanced around, and without a word, he guided you into a small, empty room off the main hall. A quiet and sunlit place that smelled faintly of old flowers and wood polish.

“I know you think you have to be strong all the time. But you don’t have to be. Especially not in front of me, sweetheart” He spoke, gently and kindly. Just like he always spoke to you.

The endearment did it for you. The tears you’d struggled to hide made your vision blurry, and you hid your face in your hands.

He didn’t say anything else right away. He simply stepped closer, and when you didn’t pull away he brought you into his arms. Carefully, like you were something delicate.

You sank into him without hesitation.

The feeling of being wrapped around him— his warmth, his scent… It was all familiar. Maybe too familiar. It made everything crack at once.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there” He whispered, his hand coming to card through your hair. “I should’ve… I should’ve said goodbye. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Your throat felt too tight to answer. You stayed in his arms, body trembling with suppressed sobs. Instead, your hands came to grip the lapel of his coat, clutching at the fabric right where that familiar scarf rested, the one you’d spent far too many nights missing.

“Shh, I’ve got you” he murmured, gently rocking you. Like it was second nature. Like he’d done this before. Or more correctly, like he wished he had done this more often.

You felt it in the way his chin dipped against your temple, the way his hands moved in slow, steady circles across your back. He didn’t flinch when your sobs grew messier. He held you through it, every broken sound met with silence and softness.

His lips grazed your forehead, lingering there before pressing a soothing kiss. In his arms, you felt small—like all the overwhelming sensations from the day were crashing down on you.

When you calmed down a little, Spencer pulled back slightly, just enough so he could hold your face in his hands. His fingers wiped leftover tears from your eyes, handling you with the utmost care.

“Let’s get you home, okay sweetheart?”

You barely nodded, just needing to rest for a moment. He guided you out of the room, his hand resting on your lower back as he led you down the quiet hallway. Outside, the cool air hit your face, but Spencer’s presence was the warmth you clung to.

His car was parked just a few steps away, and without a word, he opened the passenger door for you, waiting till you were settled to slip into the driver's seat. The silence between you wasn’t empty - it was filled with unspoken words, memories, and feelings too heavy to voice just yet.

As he started the engine, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once in a while, his hand finding yours and threading your fingers easily. You looked over to meet his gaze, silent tears falling down your cheeks.

For a moment, the world outside disappeared.

The car pulled up in front of your apartment, and Spencer turned off the engine, breaking the silence softly. “Come on” he murmured, opening the door and helping you out. Your legs felt heavy, crumbling down under your weight. But Spencer held you, his grip steady and firm every time you stumbled a little.

Inside, the warmth of your apartment wrapped around you, but it was nothing compared to the comfort in Spencer’s eyes. He guided you gently to the couch, his hand still holding yours.

“I’ll get you some water,” he said, moving towards the kitchen. You watched him intently, curling up on the couch while you waited.

He returned quickly, handing you a glass. You took it with shaky hands, and he sat beside you, close enough to offer warmth but also give you space.

You didn’t need space right now. You needed his presence. Needed to feel his arms wrapping around your frame again.

Without warning, Spencer reached out to tuck a loose strand behind your ear, thumb brushing against your cheek. His eyes searched for yours, full of care and something deeper. Something vulnerable.

Then slowly, he leaned in, lips brushing against yours in a tender, slow kiss. When he pulled back just enough to look at you, his voice was a soft whisper, full of emotion.

A small tear had slipped down your cheek, this time not from sadness. He wiped it, pressing another kiss right below the spot where your tear had fallen.

“My little dove, why do you cry?”

You didn’t have to answer. The question hung between you, filled with the pain and the hope you both felt. And in that moment, it felt like maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to face it alone.

“Missed you”

His eyes softened even more at your whisper. “Missed you”. The words felt like a confession and a surrender. Spencer received them both with the reverence they deserved.

“I missed you too, my angel,” he said, almost breathless. His hand found yours again, fingers intertwining like they belonged there. “Everyday”

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I shouldn’t have left without saying goodbye” He repeated, breath hitching. “You deserved more than that”

You nodded slightly, your voice small when you spoke. “I kept thinking for a long time that- that I didn’t matter”

He stayed silent, waiting for you to finish your thoughts.

“That maybe it was all in my head. The way you looked at me. The way I felt”

Spencer’s heart twisted. He hated that his silence made you question your worth.

“No, no baby. It was never in your head. I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.” He shushed you, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“You did matter. And you matter now.” He said, his words holding weight. “I thought about you every single day. But once I left… I didn’t know how to come back after walking away”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, and saw the weight he still carried behind his eyes. Regret, guilt, longing. All of it right there, exposed.

“I would’ve forgiven you” you whispered.

“I know that now,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “But I didn’t think I deserved it back then”

A beat of silence passed between you, his scent filling your nostrils. He lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers.

“I’m here now” he whispered. “I want to stay.” A beat of silence passed between you, his scent filling your nostrils. He lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to the back of your fingers.Let me make it up to you. If you’ll let me”

Your breath caught, but you nodded, the answer evident in your eyes.

He leaned in again, this time slower - capturing your lips in a deep kiss, filled with tenderness. It told you everything you needed to hear. That you were wanted, cherished, and certainly not forgotten. Never forgotten.

When the kiss broke, his lips hovered just above yours, breath fanning over you as he murmured,

“I’ve got you, dove. I’ve got you”

The storm hadn’t passed, not fully—but in the eye of it, there was him. And with him, there was peace.

[issybee06]

Trust the process pt 2

By popular demand! Part 2!

I provide 🫶

This panel of him crashing out like a toddler is so funny, I enjoy him so much

Like bro stop your diva is showing you little brat

He might be a littleeeeee ooc but I enjoyed writing this so 😝 the thought that all Viltrumites slowly began to change as they are on earth is cannon so I thought I'd have Earth change Thragg…not completely just enough so he doesn't become an asshole.

Comic spoilers! You have been warned so don't stone me

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Your eye twitched when you opened your fridge, absolutely done with this shit. You had been gone for two months on an assignment Cecil put you on and before you left you made sure to clear out the fridge and the cupboards of tarnishable food.

They were full now.

“Fucking weird-ohhhh, hi. You’re here…again.”

He was on your balcony, that ever present frown on his stupidly perfect face. He wasn’t in his dressy robes, preferring a more comfortable appearance to great you in.

“…you had no food.”

“Yeah…it was purposeful.” You muttered, crossing your arms as you walk out to meet him. His jaw tightened at your lake of pants, you had chosen just a college sweatshirt and some boy shorts. He looked away from you, out at the city.

He did that a lot, not look at you. It was like it wounded his pride that he had lowered himself so much as to want a human…and you didn’t want him back.

That made him angry above all else, you not wanting him back. He could literally provide you with EVERYTHING yet you refuse him time and time again, unimpressed with him.

He doesn’t get it. All his other subordinates have families now, some with multiple partners with multiple children on the way or already here, why can’t he convince one fucking human to be his? If he wasn’t so stubborn he would have abandoned this game of yours, go after another human female who he could probably charm with little effort. But he’d grow bored, he knows this.

You? You intrigued him.

He silently turns to you, walking forward until you almost touched. You stiffened, he saw, on defense if he tried anything. Stupid, really, you had no chance of he actually wanted to force himself on you…but he wouldn’t.

He grasped your wrist, gently for someone of his nature, and placed something in your hand.

“I won’t stop. Not at this point.”

You furrowed your brows, opening your hand as he steps back. Your heart stuttered, staring down at the gift. It was a pretty necklace, metal crafted with care, the jewel was definitely not of earth origin.

“W…what is thi-“

“Courting gift, it’s from a planet I conquered.”

Your lips formed a line, “ah.”

He glares, fists clenching, “my gift…displeases you?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. You squinted at him, vaguely picturing your old cat. He glare at you too as you groaned and whined at the little presents he’d present on your bed in a bloody mess.

“It’s not that-no, I-i like it. I like it.” Please don’t crush my windpipe.

He nods, pleased. He watched you again, expectantly.

“Oh.” You put it on, and he relaxed.

“…so you accept?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He glared at you, offended, “you put the gift o-“

You raise your hand, and he surprisingly quiets, “…why do you keep trying?”

He sighs, hands clasped behind his back. He’s frowning again, you didn’t think he could ever bring himself to smile.

“My people are dwindling…humans have the same genetic makeup as Viltrumites-“

“No. No…why do you keep trying with me?” You cross your arms, the movement causing your breasts to-

His jaw tightens again, “you…fascinate me. No human woman has been able to even capture my interest…not one.”

You sigh, flattered but really done with all this stalking, “look, uh…Grand Regent Thra-” “Thragg.”

You physically pull back, surprised, “what?”

He doesn't move, dark eyes staring at you like he was trying to memorize your genetic makeup.

“Thragg is just fine.”

“Okay…Thragg, um, look, we…i just don't think we'd work out. I'm...a hero on earth…youre kinda a bad guy but not really but yes you are, I mean you did try to kill my best friend a couple of times-” he frowns “-im in college! I can't marry someone, let alone have a baby! Oh god what would I tell my parents… “hey guys! You know how I went and became a hero? Now look what I brought home! My billions of years old baby daddy alien Columbus!”

“���Columbus?”

“Not important right now- the point is that…i don't think you understand what you actually want from me.”

“I know exactly what I want,” he says firmly, “I want you to become my mate and produce my offsprings-”

“That! Yes! That right there! You can do that with anyone! Fuck, just go down to a club and you'll have girls swarming you!”

“I already told you, I want you-”

“You can't have me!”

You both go silent and you're now 100% convinced he's going to kill you now in a hissy fit of rage. This is it. Marks gonna find your body mangled and unrecognizable. Your poor plants. Your poor student dept!

“I…understand.”

What the what now?

“I understand you feel unsure of my pursuit of you as my mate…please…let me convince you in the fashion of two individuals going to a respective establishment to partake in the consumption of edible delicacies.”

“…do you mean going out to eat?”

He nods once, “yes.”

“Youre…asking me on a date?” a small unconscious smile rises on your lips, and you step forward a bit.

“Would you accept if I did?” he watches you, eyes lidded.

“I…”

“You can say no…and I won't try anymore. I will…respect your denial of my offer.”

Fucking pathetic black cat core men…

“I…we can go for coffee.”

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Coffee turned to ice cream, ice cream turned to breakfast, breakfast turned to lunches, lunches turned to midnight trips to burgerMart(much to the displeasure of the Grand Regent). You two had grown on each other, patience complementing understanding and acceptance of your two completely different backgrounds.

It was rocky at first, lots of screaming and ignoring and gifts left on your windowsill.

And now, finally, dinner.

“WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR?!”

Mark was wide-eyed, never in all the years he's known you has he seen you get this worked up over a date. He seen you worry, seen you excited, but never has he seen you panic.

“(y/n)…i thought you didn't even like him-”

“I DONT!”

You pause, eyes narrowed at him.

“Why…why the fuck did I invite you? Get your girlfriend on the phone she's smarter than both of us.”

“Rude, but okay.”

“Hey (Y/n)-oh my god what the fuck are you wearing?” Eves green eyes widened, moving into the bedroom as Mark leads her in and being mindful of her pregnant belly.

“Eveeeee your stupid boyfriend has no style and its rubbing off on me, save me from my own devices.”

She laughed at your pittiful look, patting your head, “Babe if I had my powers right now I'd make you look like a goddess…but I don't do were gonna have to work with your closet.”

“I haven't had a hot outfit since I was a virgin slut in highschool EVE SAVE MY UNLAID ASS ITS BEDN SO LONG SINCE IVE BEEN TAPPED!”

“I could have sworn you hated this guy-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MARK!” “MARK GET THE HINT!”

You show up late, fashionable of course, but still sweating bullets as you scan the room for the 6’10 piece of ass you were definitely hitting tonig-oh, there he is. That actually was so hard.

You walk over to the bar, heels clicking softly.

He groans into his glass, “for the last time, no I am not going to go up to your roo—(Y/n).”

He breaths your name and it has you combusting, he was so different than when you first met…earth really changes people.

“Sorry, I'm late…and that you had to deal with getting hit on.” you chuckled, sliding into the chair next to him. His eyes shamelessly rank over you, drinking you in and swallowing.

“You look like stardust.” he grinned softly, holding your hand up gently to kiss your pulse and ohhhhh

You guys might not even make it back to your apartment.

You blush, surprised by him. A year ago, he wouldn't be sitting next to you right now looking at you like you hung the fabric that shaped the universe. He'd...changed.

You smile at him, playing with the straw of the drink.

Maybe being his wouldn't be so bad?

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[sanjisleggy]

this love of mine (trafalgar law x reader) [pt1]

summary: Trafalgar Law’s sudden discovery of your past ties to Straw Hat Luffy and Fire Fist Ace leaves his emotions in shambles

a/n: it’s my first time writing for Law and i’m a bit nervous but imma try my best!! i’m basing my interpretation of his personality on his appearance so far in punk hazard + some fics i’ve read of him before ;;0;; i’ve been struggling with this for like almost 3 days now so imma split this into 2 parts and hope the second part isn’t as tough to write :’D 

contents: set during Sabaody Archipelago arc w/ spoilers (?) from Luffy’s childhood, Luffy’s older sister!reader, Law has to deal with his feelings and is a Mess, Ace is causing trouble without even being physically present, jealousy, insecurity, angst

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part 2

i. 

as Trafalgar Law watches the infamous Straw Hat captain sucker punch a Celestial Dragon, the very last thing he expects to hear is you shouting the boy’s name.

“Luffy?!” you nearly scream, jumping out of your seat beside your captain. all of the eyes that were initially glued to the ruckus now turn to you, including that of Monkey D. Luffy; and it isn’t lost on Law how the furious scowl on the younger man’s face almost instantly morphs into a giant smile.

“(Y/N)!” Luffy yells in return as he waves his arms around wildly. “i can’t believe you’re here! you made it, too!!”

Law is vaguely aware of Shachi and Penguin whispering animatedly to each other behind him but he can’t really be bothered to listen to them right now, not when you so recklessly leap into action once the fighting begins.

he and Bepo watch silently as you strike guard after guard with your signature weapon–a long metal pipe–while you move in tandem with Straw Hat Luffy. it’s almost seamless, the way he and you work around each other’s moves, as if the other’s fighting pattern is almost engraved into your very muscles.

“woah, what the hell?” Shachi comments aloud. “i never knew (Y/N) was friends with Straw Hat. did you, captain?” Law only manages a loose shake of his head, a million thoughts running through his mind as he continues to observe how different you seem as you fight beside Luffy.

in all the years Law has known you, you’ve always struck him as a level-headed fighter and an overall extremely calm and collected person–it’s one of the many reasons he fell for you to begin with. and yet here you are, having leapt into action seemingly without a second thought, all for a boy Law didn’t even know you were associated with until right now.

“you guys don’t think she hid this from us on purpose, right?” Penguin suggests in a tone tinged with slight embarrassment, as though uncomfortable at the idea of even thinking you’d been wilfully hiding something from everyone.

“no… she must’ve had a reason…” Bepo replies, idly hugging Law’s sword as his eyes continue to trace your movements at the front of the auction house. he winces when you land a particularly harsh blow against one of the Celestial Dragon’s guards.

as the conversation awkwardly dies out, Law can’t help but feel the eyes of his crewmates looking his way almost expectedly. he doesn’t blame them, after all, it’s no secret you’ve been dating for quite a while now. if anyone was to be the most shocked at this discovery, it’d have to be him.

“and here i was thinking you were never gonna wake up,” an unfamiliar voice spoke as Law’s eyes fluttered open. head spinning, he groaned and tried to rub his face with his hands, only to wince when a sharp pain bloomed over his palms. “your hands got burned a bit. i don’t think they’ll scar but you shouldn’t try to move them so much for now.”

“who are you?” he croaked as he blinked away the blurriness in his vision and was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar room. “where am i?”

“i’m (Y/N) and i don’t know where we are,” you replied simply. “all i know is that you almost died and i saved your life.”

“why?”

“do i need a reason?”

the sudden sound of a gunshot tears across the auditorium and is followed by a cacophony of gasps as all eyes turn to the stage where just mere seconds ago, one of the Celestial Dragons stood with a gun pointed at a mermaid. 

Law feels his heart sink when he realises what you’ve done.

standing on wobbly knees, you let your pipe fall to the ground with a loud clang. before you lies the unconscious body of a lady Celestial Dragon with her gun now sitting a few metres away from her unmoving hand. 

you’d moved without thinking after seeing the way Luffy and his crewmates shouted when the mermaid’s life was put in danger. the dots connected in your head and it gave you all the reason you needed to risk it all for his friend.

he is, after all, your beloved baby brother.

“(Y/N)!” two distinct voices cry your name at the same time as blood begins to pour out of your stomach, the warm red liquid seeping through your fingers as you clutch your wound in vain. out of the corner of your eye, you can see Luffy sprinting towards you but out of instinct, you scan the scattering crowd in search of your captain. 

the moment your eyes meet, you’re shambled into his arms. 

“what’s the matter with you?!” Law hisses under his breath before he lays you down carefully on the ground. “you’re never this reckless. why’d you–”

“hey! you!” Luffy barks, pointing a finger in your partner’s direction. in true Luffy-fashion, he completely ignores the countless guards and marines as they continue to charge towards him, only to get beaten down by his crewmates before they can even get close. “give me my big sister back!”

“SISTER?!” exclaims a chorus of voices, a combination of his crew and your own.

you can only manage a sheepish smile when Law glances down at you with a flabbergasted look on his face.

ii.

“you should join my crew.” he’d spoken so casually, as though such a proposition wasn’t potentially life-changing for a lone wolf like yourself. 

after you managed to find his crew mates and lead them back to your temporary hideout, you’d been invited onto their submarine with the offer to drop you off anywhere you’d like. unable to think of any place in particular, you decided to stick around for a bit and before you knew it almost six months had passed by.

“i mean, you’ve stuck around this long,” Law continued after realising you weren’t going to respond any time soon, “you must trust us to some capacity, right?” 

he’d hit the bullseye without even trying. 

you liked the Heart Pirates, you really did, but your journey from the very day you departed from your home island was wrought with hurt and betrayal. after countless encounters with scummy captains and their shitty crews, you swore you’d go solo until you could find one of your brothers again. it didn’t matter which: Ace, Sabo or Luffy. 

they were the only ones you could trust, after all.

the commotion dies down after a strong wave of Haki washes over the room, followed by the thuds of countless unconscious bodies unceremoniously hitting the ground. everyone turns their attention to the culprit–everyone except you and the man currently patching you up.

kneeling over you, Law silently sanitises and bandages your gunshot wound after ensuring there wasn’t any fragments left in your flesh. he’d been deadly quiet after Luffy announced to the world his ties to you as your brother and you aren’t entirely sure if this is the regular Law kind of quiet or the bad kind of quiet. something in you heart says it’s the latter and yet your boyfriend tends to your wounds so tenderly, as if he isn’t upset in the slightest.

once he’s done, he even helps you to your feet slowly and carefully, though still not saying a single word. 

after a while of watching the Straw Hats speak to an old man who showed up out of nowhere, Luffy comes running your way. it isn’t lost on you how Law’s shoulders tense up in response as he inches closer towards you until the back of his hands brushes against yours. 

“(Y/N)!” he laughs before throwing himself against you and pulling you into a tight hug. although it really hurts your wound, you can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his cheek affectionately against yours. “i’ve missed you so much! i can’t believe you’re here of all places! did you see my wanted poster? i have a super awesome crew now, you should meet them–”

Law observes as the Straw Hat captain yaps endlessly whilst you gaze down at him with a softness in your eyes your boyfriend foolishly thought had always been reserved solely for him.

“oh! and i met Ace in Alabasta and he told me to give this to you if i ever see you,” Luffy says as he rummages through his pockets before pulling out a ring strung on a chain. “Ace also told me to tell you that he misses you lots and hopes to see you again soon!”

Ace? surely it’s not Fire Fist Ace? what connection do you have with him, of all people? what else have you been keeping from me?

though, now that he thinks about it, Law never would’ve expected you to be siblings with Straw Hat Luffy, who’s to say you aren’t associated with other infamous pirates? since the day you agreed to be his girlfriend, he’d been under the impression he knows who you are, as you do with him, but now he’s not so sure anymore. 

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[mercurio-shadowz]

Ough my gosh okay I feel rlly guilty bc Uni has me by the balls and that's like, taking art time away from me and it sucks for me bc i lIKE DRAWING FFS but also it might seem like I'm slacking off but I'm not i prommy ;-;;;;;;;

So! Here's a little (word) peek at what I'm planning on doing at some point in the future (please uni, please let me be). With GASP!

vague wording 👻

-Do you remember the comic that placed last in the first poll I made? Do you remember Rouge lowkey waterboarding Sonic in my comic where Shadow tries pretty dresses? Yeah. Yah we getting context.

- The Knight and the Jester

-> (So eat your heart out, Casanova; Love is a bittersweet ambrosia🎶)

- B O O M S O N A D O W

-> you're gonna learn how to BEHAVE edition

- You're still getting the comic w Shadow and trans Espi- OOPS SPOILERS

- Shadow at an autism screening. Need I say more.

- I'll just say the keywords for this one because I'm still debating whether or not i should draw it: Rouge, Shadow, booba, gender.

- Rouge and Shadow sillies are still on the table. Very silly. Incredibly silly. Tots. Def!

- Werehog :)

BAD NEWS

- The Blaze comic is gonna take a while, the idea I had is too all over the place for now :((

- Spinner ideas are complete but too ambitious :((, they'll take a while too

Everything is gonna take time, but I'll do my bestest to complete what I can!!!!

Now give me a hug cuz I rlly need it Jfkjskfbdb

[m1d-45]

second chances

summary: baizhu knows he isn’t your favorite, but he still finds himself hoping for the impossible. maybe, with enough prayer, he’ll get it.

word count: ~2k

-> warnings: major spoilers for baizhu story quest + lore + liyue archon quest, based on me and my experience (vaguely disliked baizhu at first due to partial information, immediately changed my mind w his quest and now adores him, doesn’t have kirara)

-> gn reader (you/yours) and unspecified traveller (they/them)

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baizhu knows he isn’t the most favored.

from the first moment the traveller set foot in his office, he knew. he wasn’t met with anything special, no big flair from his god when you first saw him. it was to be expected, with how much time he spent praying—could gods have regulars?

it was simple. a quick ‘oh, the snake talks?’ thrown his way, a comment or two about his choice of outfit or the jade pendant hanging off his vision, and that was that. mostly, you seemed preoccupied with qiqi and the funeral parlor’s consultant, something to be expected. he was a quick stop on your journey, a note in the margins about the doctor you met at the pharmacy. it made sense, of course, that you’d be occupied with the death of rex lapis during the failed rite of descension, and the return of osial and beisht surely took priority over him. he offered little, only a dialogue or two actually shared between him and the traveller when you were present. he’d gathered as much of his energy, saved it for your arrival to make a good impression, so… it made sense you’d fret over qiqi, constantly forgetful as she was.

it made sense. he’d… made his peace. he had more to worry about, surely, what with orders to fulfill and his own condition to manage. maybe not more important—never, not maybe, what was he thinking?—but certainly more.

when your attention on qiqi flared, spurred by some unknown whim, he delighted a bit in being close to her, even if your thoughts on him weren’t entirely positive.

it was fair. you liked qiqi, and were concerned. it made sense you didn’t know every detail of teyvat, and since he’s never had the chance to come to you and spell out his story directly, it made sense you’d make some assumptions.

“i guess that makes sense, but still… qiqi deserves better.”

she probably did, in truth, but hearing it from you…

he’s had his vision for years by this point. he’s hd it for as long as he’d had changsheng, to be exact, and she was always able to remind him of exactly how long that had been.

“ssseven yearsss, four monthsss, thirteen daysss, and counting…”

“ah… thank you, changsheng.”

he knew he wasn’t special. out of the thousands of vision wielders across teyvat, only a handful have started having their constellations appear in the sky. just under a hundred, by his approximation, but he tried not to count. if he sought out the proper numbers, tried to pin down a percentage of those with a vision that had a chance to hold their god’s attention, then he’d start trying to find patterns. he was a doctor, patterns and rhythms were his literal job, but he knew that wouldn’t end well.

(a librarian, an alchemist, a lawyer: did you perhaps favor more studious types? a bartender, an exorcist, a detective: or those with a drive in their lives? a nobody, a traveller, a wandering samurai: or those seeking one out for themselves?)

there wasn’t a pattern. it was random. and part of him hated it.

baizhu had had his vision for seven years, eight months, and thirteen (was it fourteen? the sky was growing dark) days, and had never once seen his stars in the sky.

he had one. he had a constellation, something he knew was rare among vision wielders, but it didn’t guarantee him a spot in the sky any time soon. kirara had hers long before she had her chance in the heavens—they’d spoken about that, both hesitant to show the other their divine gift, but willing to speak of its existence.

and now kirara’s turn had passed. though her vision didn’t shine any brighter, he could see the pride in her smile when she dropped off another delivery at the pharmacy. sign here, check these, make sure this is what you ordered, goodbye have a good day, pretend like yours doesn’t weigh more after seeing hers.

it wasn’t as if he was unremarkable. a perfectly healthy man who had thrown himself into illness to find the cure for all of them? surely that was interesting, wasn’t it? but it wasn’t his time, he was being impatient, slipping back to the same mindset he condemned his patients for.

“patience. medicine doesn’t work in an instant, and you’ll need to be taking this for the next week at minimum.”

“but it’s so bitter!”

“then tell me, what tastes worse: bile, or this pill? if you want to stop being sick, you need to take it.”

patience.

qiqi was blessed with a place in the stars near instantly after she’d gotten her vision, but she was not the norm. perhaps his expectations were weighted, then? or maybe you disliked his work entirely? he didn’t like entertaining what ifs, but when various aches kept him up, there was little else he could do while he waited for his medication to take effect. patience, he tried to remind himself, counting his breaths. be patient. wait, be calm, don’t agitate yourself. count in, count out, are your breaths getting shorter? just stay calm, be patient…

the first time he saw you, he knew you were coming. he’d saved as much energy as he could, doing his best to make a good impression. but now, with changsheng nudging him awake urgently, pushing him into his shoes and putting his glasses on for him, the first thing he’d expected was the millelith, maybe, or perhaps the ministry of civil affairs. maybe he was needed urgently, maybe something had happened to qiqi, maybe he was late for his medication and he’d get terrible headaches if he wasn’t quick- oh, but then why would she bother to coil around his shoulders?

and yet, out of all those possibilities, none were correct.

“hey! who’s talking about me behind my back?”

“changsheng, qiqi meant that as a compliment. there’s no need to be upset.”

it had been so long since he’d felt your light, far longer since he’d been properly healthy. he’d forgotten how it felt to walk without the dull ache in his joints, and yet here he was. standing by gui and a familiar looking child, speaking with your traveller. it was easy to say words he didn’t choose, his throat not getting dry despite the lack of his morning tea.

the quest was long, and by the end he should have been exhausted. between taking on jialiang’s sickness to turning him into a zombie, he should have been out of commission for the next few days. as it was he had a nasty cough, his breath coming shorter than typical… but that was it. he took his regular medication at the dinner with your traveller, the linger of your aura on them still seeming to dull his pains. how curious, that you could cure ailments even he couldn’t name anymore…

“baizhu, are you alright?” idly, he wondered if the traveller noticed the change in their voice when they were speaking for you. it always sounded a bit lighter, a bit of your emotions bleeding through… a pity he’d never know why. “today must have been taxing for you…”

all eyes were on him now, even qiqi’s. “i’m doing fine,” he said simply, taking another sip of his tea. “better than normal, if anything, which i have to owe to our guest.”

paimon still seemed nervous. “but what about when we leave? what if everything hits you all at once? normally you stay at the pharmacy, and using your power so much…”

a fair assessment. while he was no stranger to combat, to be thrown in the middle of a pack of such vicious hilichurls was a shock. still, he had made it through—even if, privately, he doubted it would have been so clean without you there. “i will be fine. even if my condition declines, i am well equipped to handle flare ups.”

it seemed the whole group was hesitant to let him go. changsheng insisted he stay up until three hours had past since the traveller left, when his limbs again felt heavy and his head began to hurt. something odd was stirring in his chest, and he was eager to get to bed before it sparked into anything more. it was reasonable, he knew, but there were only so many prescriptions to prepare before he had nothing left to do. gui had long since went to bed, leaving just him in the lobby of the pharmacy, quietly double checking his stock of herbs.

eventually, he stood from his seat, returning the sweet flowers to their proper place. he held up an hand to let changsheng climb up his arm, closing up the pharmacy. she curled around his shoulders twice, a familiar weight. the night was cool, a slight breeze bumping the chain of his glasses against his cheek. it had been a long few days, and he was happy that everything was settled. he’d done all he could for jialiang, and he and his family hopefully wouldn’t be coming back for quite some time. back to routine…

“…baizhu?”

he checked the lock with a quick tug, “yes? what is it?”

“the ssstarsss… they’re due, aren’t they?”

ah. the cycles of constellations, switching through the sky. if he thought about it.. yes, they were, weren’t they?

“by my memory, they are. why?”

her head was turned, looking off to the part of the sky not obscured by the roof of the pharmacy.

“…changsheng-“

“look.”

“it’s late.” his heart began to pick up, false hopes being raised. patience, he chided himself, but what follower did not wish for acknowledgment from their god? “we should go to sleep before we fall too far out of schedule.”

“baizhu! i know you have better sssenses than that.”

perhaps he did. his vision burned where it was clipped to his side, invisible vines creeping up toward his heart. “don’t be too hasty,” he said quietly, the words tasting as bitter as his pills.

don’t be too hasty. you could still be wrong. don’t get your hopes up. be patient.

one hand went to his hip, undoing the clasp of his vision, the other settling on the railing. a few clouds dotted the sky, but he lifted his vision anyway, searching for any stars tinted green.

everything happened at once. the terrace was replaced with an ocean of skies, the slight mumble of “i do have a guaranteed…” getting lost in the whirlwind around him. he was weightless, trapped in by an invisible box, only dimly aware of the fact that his pain had once again disappeared. he was floating, dressed in the attire he normally saved for formal events—dressed in what he’d put on when you’d first arrived—with no sight of the pharmacy below him. it was just him and changsheng, him and changsheng and the bright light that came from everywhere, lifting him from his unseen prison.

a laugh, a smile, a rush of power flooding through him, and when he next set foot in front of the pharmacy, he did so with a new gleam to his vision. he could hear a door open behind him—qiqi, if he had to guess, as why wouldn’t she be drawn to the power the adepti could only hope to imitate?—but couldn’t turn, breathless.

“welcome home, doc.. it’s good to see you.”

it had taken seven years, four months, and 25 days, but he was here. and it was more than he could have ever asked for.

[the-voldsoy]

Parallels/references/a couple theories about TMAGP EP1:

grouped in order of actual theories, vague things i noticed, and even vaguer comments! (using the same terminology as in TMA for ease)

HEAVY Spoilers !!

Stronger:

“Colin, mate, you know you’re never getting out of here” +won't leave until they figure out the errors “Or they finally kill me” → couldn't quit the Archives because they thought they just wanted to understand and know (but later found out they could only get out by dying or blinding)

Lena talks about cake → Mr Spider doesn't like cake + Elias seemed to love the stuff

pub called The Seward -> Peter Lukas vibes?

“There has to be a way to do this online” → haha ! you wish. (AKA supernatural interferes with internet so it cant be dont online)

“There's this box for a "Response 121" on the form.” → MAG121 is the episode Jon is woken from his coma/brought back to life by Oliver Banks

Talk about how there used to be a separate “Response” department → Elias tells Jon its their job to watch, not interfere (iirc)

Old as shit computer → old as shit tape recorders

AKA: the computer seems to be the only thing that can handle the supernatural

“ "Dolls comma watching" or "Dolls comma human skin" “ → violently Stranger and possibly Eye, has me in mind of MAG24 (the one the Calliope is first mentioned in, where the boyfriend is turned into a doll iirc) 

Barely understandable, long as shit file names →barely understandable, long as shit files names by Gertrude 

[in response to where the files go] “some long dead database that no one will ever look at or care about” → the Archives were unmanaged, decrepit and barely used by anyone outside of them

Work during the night - no sun, cut off from outside world → worked in a basement - no sun, cut off from outside world

Martin (and later Jon) taking the statements → did the same in TMA but in reverse (although I’d love to know if there's any reason behind them being called Chester and Norris, besides what's stated?)

Haha Martin and Jon (and Jonah) are now part of the World Wide Web → shit now they're part of the Web (just like with the tape recorders !!)

Someone talks about how they're sorry, they should've listened, couldn't face not hearing him again → martin @ jon and vice versa

Stranger statement with hints of the Dark → first TMA statement was a Stranger in the dark, and it does put me in mind of the Anglerfish tbh

Sorting system for the statements (although there's is a Lot more detailed and v different) → Smirke’s Fourteen

Gwen openly does not like Lena → literally anyone @ Elias

Asked if they were tricked into working here → well, we know the Archives and Elias

“The awful, terrible thing that landed you here?” → most of the Archives (excluding Sasha and maybe Martin) had something that made them Marked, that mostly led to them working there

Someone who's into spelunking listed the Institute as “cleared” → who could that be (if we know them at all)? Buried avatar, i'd guess, but we don't really know any of them

Photos of the Institute don't show up → photos of the supernatural don't work

The Institute was “weird”, made the subject paranoid → lingering Eye

Fire twenty years ago that burned the Institute → Like the fire at Hilltop Road? Or like that time Gertrude tried to burn down the Institute?

Third floor was the most burned → assuming that's the top floor (and correct me if i'm wrong), wasn’t Jonah in (and later killed) on the top floor?

“offices like little cells” → employees were certainly trapped ! also Millbank Prison

Worried non-existent doors were going to slam shut → the Distortion

Weren’t any papers → left behind before the Institute came to this Somewhere Else (assuming it's the same Institute)? (we need an actual name for the original universe and this Somewhere Else)

Suspicious stains on some floors → my darling, that is blood ! or possibly squished worms, or ink. or possibly something Else

“an old wooden thing with a bunch of similar symbols on” → genuinely unsure what this could be

Strange symbols → For all the Fears, or just the Eye, i wonder? I think i remember them saying something about an Eye symbol at this point, but now i can't find where

“you get a job, I get a fresh victim. It’s all in your contract.” → Elias @ his employees

 “To new beginnings, with old friends” → to a new beginning, with our old friends Jon, Martin and Jimmy Magma :)

“You’re not as clever as you think you are. You think you've got us all fooled, that no-one knows you're listening, But I do. I know. I’m going to find you and then…” → hi what did he mean by this

They (jon, martin & jonah) are Watching and Listening and following through technology→ just like Elias (Panopticon vibes tbh) and Sergey Ushanka

Vaguer (idk if theres anyhting here, but wanted to include it anyway):

Alice loves coffee -> Martin loved tea

Meeting in a cemetery → Sasha with Michael pre-prentiss attack, Naomi Herne 

Not wanting to stay at home because it's full of memories → Jon moving with Georgie, Martin moving to the Archives

Gwen Bouchard wants Lena’s job → Bouchard (appeared to) climb the job ladder quicker than he should have

Heh bug list → corruption

 “You don’t seem like the usual hopeless wasters Lena hires” “The awful, terrible thing that landed you here?” → okayy no need to be rude. But anyways the OG Archives crew were actually pretty disconnected from the rest of the world +were barely there by choice?

“freight cars near Brighton” → hey where did Melanie get her first Slaughter mark ?

“it’s not too awkward working with an ex?” → Georgie and Jon?

FR3-d1 -> i feel like there's something there, but i cannot figure it out

Just words that made me irrationally scared:

Stranger(‘s)

Distortion

Opposites:

Starts with a party for someone leaving → couldn't quit the archives

“ …you are perfectly within your rights to resign. No one is forcing you to stay here.”

please put any opinions/additions in the tags !!

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 154 spoilers n thoughts n all that yeah

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HE DID THE THING HE DID THE >:3 THING YESS YAYYYY YAYAYAYAYY HAHAHAHAA

GOD HES SO FUCKING SILLY WAHAHAHA

jesus christ running from the cops every which way LMAO i really like their faces here javier w exasperation and lloyd just. being him

AND THE UGLY COSPLAYER BIT WHAT 😭 HELP LOL?? i guess cosplayers walking around isnt really a common thing in korea idk i feel like. they didnt really commit an offense until lloyd tried bribing that cop guy lol

like it makes me think back to dkc and how michael and the other guy (I FORGOT HIS NAME SORRY) went to seoul for a bit and kind of caused several accidents and i feel like that fits better w getting the cops attention compared to,,, rummaging thru trash? but also i am not familiar w korea's police system! nor do i know their policies on foreigners n whatnot so who am i to say yknow

EDIT: I HAVE SINCE BEEN INFORMED THAT THE THING THEY WERE LOOKING THROUGH IS A DONATION BOX WHICH IS WHY THE COPS GOT SUS

i also really really wish that besides the cop chasing, we got to see a lil bit more of javier's reaction to seoul and its citizens, the clothing and the culture and how the buildings look, what does he think of them? whats his feelings on an environment so dissimilar to his own, and does he notice anything abt it that reminds him of lloyd and his sudden acquisition of all his knowledge? maybe theres more of that in the webnovel,,, itll be a while before i get there tho unfortunately

anyways thoughts aside more reacting

UUUAGHHHH JAVIER NOTICING EVERY SINGLE TIME LLOYD APPEARS SICK OR UNWELL BUT LLOYD BRUSHING IT OFF. EXPLODES INTO TEN BILLION PIECES. AAGHH AAGHHHH AAGHH screaming crying god that engineer needs a god damn hug

also them in civilian clothes! they look so dorky lmao the hats r super cute tho AND I REALLY LIKE THAT JAVIER HAS GLASSES THATS SO SILLY how can he see though wouldn't it be like vaguely blurry . most glasses are prescription,,, tho they did find this stuff discarded so maybe theyre just,,, decorative??? do people still wear decorative glasses???

i have more thoughts on their attire but it coincides with some thoughts i have for the latter half of this ep so i'll bring it up then!

THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EPISODE THE MOUNTAIN TRAIL AAGHHH AAAHHH

i started tearing up oh my FUCKING god i feel so insane ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh my heart ohhghhh

trying to keep his bluff up all the way through even though he's visibly struggling im gonna throw up im gonna throw up

most if not all the panels in this latter half of the episode make me feel like this so i'll try not to be repetitive and jump straight into my thoughts LMAO

i think the way lloyd is drawn in these panels is really, REALLY well done, and not in just an "oh the art looks good" kind of way, but the choices they make with the posing and the camera angle makes me feel insane

because the moment we cut to the shot where they're on the trail, we do not see lloyd's entire face at ALL. the most we see is his nose and mouth, and that makes my heart squirm like a motherfucker, because who else did we see that way in the webtoon?

kim suho, all the way at the beginning.

we don't actually get to know suho's face until way, way later in the webtoon adaptation, which is once he's way more secure in his position as lloyd frontera

so seeing this,,, it's like we're thrown back to then, it's like LLOYD is thrown back to then, back to when he was just suho kim; someone who thought of himself as nothing, as someone who just couldn't function correctly in this world, and god does my heart ache

and lloyd right now feels it too, the anxieties he once had coming right back. and i think that makes the clothing choices for lloyd specifically really impactful too, specifically upper body

the blue poloshirt is eerily reminiscent of the blue tracksuit suho used to wear, and it's the layer underneath a green jacket with a collar similar to lloyd's usual coat. it's like a reminder to the reader that once upon a time, he was just suho wearing lloyd's mask in a strange, new world. i think this experience is a reminder of that to suho, too,,,

also, the bucket hat is able to cover most if not all of his hair. in some of these panels, you can't even tell that it's lloyd underneath. it might not be the same body, with the way the camera is positioned, especially with some of them being from javier's point of view, it's like,,, "who is speaking right now? the face of lloyd frontera, or the heart of suho kim?"

and in the middle of this, we hear javier speak and ask suho if he hated his behavior, blamed himself for his anxieties, and only then do we get to see one of his eyes, but just one.

idk if the timing of this is intentional (i dont know if ANY of this direction is intentional) but id like to think that javier responding in search of clarification (rather than responding in silence or in disgust) helped suho be a little more inclined to opening up and being honest with who he was in this world. i really really like that

AND THIS ARGHHH ARGHHH AAAHHHHH ROLLING AROUND ON THE FLOOR LIKE A PILLBUG HAVING A SEIZURE AGHHHH

it makes it so so telling that he's the type to live for others, he always has been, to the point of being a workaholic. a quiet, good kid, trying to make amends for the struggles he has by burdening himself with the responsibility of protecting his parents names, of protecting the people he loved. he's done that since the beginning and he keeps doing that over and over and over, both here on earth and there in lorasia.

it makes me so upset (in a character drive way! not in a "this is bad" way) that he thinks of himself as nothing without this responsibility, when this ability to move forward and endure and fight for people is something beautiful in and of itself. it's not every day that you meet people like this, selfless and hardworking and tenacious to their core. back then he encapsulated his identity based on his inability to function in a world that requires social and physical interaction - something that isn't his fault! - and while he was able to move past that in lorasia, he was thrown back to this encapsulation once in seoul. he started to think of himself as "suho in lloyd's body" again, instead of "i am lloyd frontera" as he said before his "bluff" failed. MY HEART HURTS.

and i think that's why javier's concluding note, that in the knights eyes he is just the same person, is so impactful too.

because javier doesn't see lloyd based on his anxiety. he sees him for who he is. someone who protects the people he cares about. someone who is brilliantly cunning, quick on his feet, rational and brave and tenacious tenacious tenacious. for all the things suho admitted to javier, these truths haven't changed for the knight. he's the same person.

javier sees a guardian. javier sees kim suho.

AND THAT is what gets suho to his feet and we finally see his full face again. AND OOHHHH THE LOOKS THEY GIVE EACH OTHER AGHHHH AHHH

the marks of tears streaked on his face but he's smiling with so much renewed energy and javier softly smiling back IM GONNA THROW UPPPP THESE TWO MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEE AHHHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHH

exploding. exploding. exploding. exploding. exploding.

anyway that's all (for now. if you see me on twitter i might still be agonizing over this /pos) i will SEE YOU NEXT WEEK! i hope we get a cool view from namsan tower and javier reacting to that that'd be nice :3 ANYWAYS BYE

[raiseupyourbat]

deltarune chapter 3 violent neutral time again. includes s-3

OHHHH. maybe bc i did no recruits in chapter 2?

THEY ALL ALREADY LEFT

...hmm. still wanna understand what the deal was here

darkners live concert is empty...

HATE WINSSJDHFIUJFHDGUGIHDXUIKFGHIU

...ramb isnt stone behind the stand any more..?

uhh

EXCUSE ME

HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH????

uhh

uhh. the previous time i tried the machine kris got a triangle from it then put it back in. same one?

W H A T

was this... the shadow crystal?

huh...

WHAT.

pipis????

hes half stone????

?????????

AWWWWWW

flowey-ass line 'some REAL fun' lmao

...the city? i mean, that was meant to be the bonus round right?

wait why are susie and ralsei here

...oh no

i saw some extremely vague spoilers about this part i think. im scared

i tried to hit the cactus and

where did ralsei g- NO

NO YOU CANT

YOU CANT MAKE ME

FUCK

NO

NO

NO

NO

FUCK

I DIDNT CATCH IT BUT DID KRIS FUCKING REACT TO THAT. JFC

...killing ralsei and susie unlocks the path you take when you kill berdly..?

...spamton basement..? digital roots?

what the hell is w all the golden flowers anyway

WHATS THAT

WAIT WHY IS IT ME NOW.

oh. oh i approached kris and they killed me. and then i became kris again. thats. definitely not ominous

FINALLYYYYYYYYYYYY I DIED LIKE 5 TIMES

uhh. new reblog time

[scrunglepaws]

Tried to fit all my fic ideas on one page, but I still forgot some because they're like... scrawled on random pieces of paper all over my house/in different notebooks/ect. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I tried!

The little branchy-offy things are prequels/sequels of that particular series. Bleeped out things I thought might be spoiler-y to ongoing series. Things with * are super WIP-y titles because I dunno what to call them.

More ramblings under the cut! (Nothing spoilery for the ongoing series; just vague things!)

No Heroes Zone // - I have a lot more generalized worldbuilding, character notes, ect than actual stories. The story ideas are mostly vague/short... Though, I suppose I could stand to write some super short fics. - The exception is an angsty sonighty fic that's basically done, but I just have to fill in all the inbetween, connecty bits. And decide how sonighty-y I really want to go with it. That ship came outta nowhere, I tell ya. - NHZ is really mostly Tails (and Metal) angst, tho. The other day I was thinking about how he tries to latch onto Shadow and even Metal in the absence of having Sonic and was like "Wow, Tails, clingy much? What are you, Nine???" then I felt really bad. T-T; He just misses his brother...!

Kaleidoscope // - The name of this fic is based on an art piece I've been wanting to do for forever: A kaleidoscope of Tails/Nine/Mangey, looking at each other and seeing them each from their own perspective. Because that's the theme of the whole story, funky scifi weirdness aside. But uh, 1) didn't have a decent digital art program for a bit and 2) I'm not good enough at drawing the subtle differences in their appearances to really make it hit how I wanted. Also 3) Tails looks basically the same to all three of them, lmao. - "Mangey Remembers" is Mangey's backstory and "Loneliness*" is... Less of a backstory for Nine, more of a brief showcase of his character in general. Because we already know Nine's whole deal from canon. Same reason Tails doesn't have a backstory- he's supposed to be canon Tails. - "Starless Sky" and "Ruination*" are both poteeeential sequels, but I'm not set on doing them. Ruination would just be a short, noncanon "what if?" bad ending for the heck of it.

Someplace AU (Aquarius) // - Also halfway calling it Aquarius for now because I ended up continuing the first part of the story under that fic name.

- It was originally more focused on Sails, hence Someplace being a play on No Place. But now it's about equally Kit and Sails. I ended up getting SO MANY effing ideas for these dudes, man. ;w;

- "Hollow Existence*" isn't a specific story, but just a sprinkling of scenes/backstory bits that detail why Kit is the way he is. Mostly his relationship with Surge growing up.

- "Sails' Tales" is likewise a collection of random Sails backstory bits. I have a lot more specific/fleshed out things for him, though. BUDDY, did I have fun with the No Place lore. Also, his relationships with Catfish and Black Rose are so cute... ;A;

- The bits to the right are basically going to be chapters in Aquarius. They're vague enough not to be spoilery (other than the blipped ones...)

- "=D?" is a sequel that I'm very excited about. Probably shouldn't say much beyond that.

Everything Else // - CaveTails is a Journey to the Center of the Earth-esque silly, silly thing. That could maybe become a bit more serious? BAsically, I was thinking "Huh, kind of weird that my main kittails fic is with Sails. That'd be funny if I did ones with Nine and Mangey, too. Just for the lulz. Especially the Mangey one." This is the Mangey one. xD Except he's sort of like... Tails AND Mangey at the same time, character-wise? So? :? Also, potentially some wholesome Sonic+Tails moments because I weirdly haven't written any of those yet.

- "Kids" is just a continuation of that goofy Tails Doll+Cream oneshot. Just small ideas for another chapter or two. Cute friendship, fluff, and lots of comfort to make up for the hurt in the first chapter. :3;;

- "Alien*" is what it says on the tin. I have a couple different ideas for how it could go. One of them boots out Silver entirely and had Metal in his place. xD But I might have enough material to write an alien Silver AND alien Metal fic. We'll see whenever I get around to it. :3

- "Nine's Shadow*" is something I've wanted to write ever since I made that joke oc, Stales the Fox aka Zombie Tails variant from the Grim. Probably just a oneshot (or a few short chapters) fic that mostly focuses on Nine being "all alone" after the ending of Sonic Prime.

- "Why is Babies?*" is the second idea I had for a fic. It's just Shadow being awkward and not knowing how to look after a chunk of the main cast that are suddenly tots for unknown reasons. It's very lighthearted, comedic, and cute. Originally a Shadow+Metal fic until I learned more about Eclipse and just HAD to include him. Dude is literally a struggling single parent in canon, how could I not include him in a story about his brother going through something similar? xD Also, I might call this fic "Rascals" as a reference to that one Star Trek episode with a similar premise. Because! Star Trek. 8D

- "The Fifth Element" ... I have put off posting anything about this fic idea for so long because I'm EMBARRASSED IT'S SO STUPID AND CORNY DON'T LOOK AT ME,,, In case you're totally lost, the 1997 film of the same name is my. Favorite movie. So naturally, this was my first idea for a fic. It's so all-over-the-place tonally, though. Obviously, got a LOT of silly, especially the parts that follow the movie almost exactly. But I also added a lot of original bits that help flesh out the characters' relationships. The protag is Shadow, who is very, very soft and introspective in it. Which, like, how did that happen??? But I love it. Metal is his co-lead and is mostly goofy because he's a fish out of water. Sonic is VERY, VERY goofy like goddamn (he's Ruby Rod- if you know, you know). Then there's just the silliest shit ever like Silver. Silver is Shadow's cat. It's stupid, but it's also fun, and maybe even matters to the plot. You don't know. Blaze is the president. Dr. Starline, Surge, Eggman, and The End are in it. Tails has the smallest part of any of my fics, but I think I cast him well. I need to stop now or I never will. Don't look at me. xDD

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But yeah, as I said, I forgot a lot of other ideas. A few more (still forgetting some, I'm sure): - "Creature from the Black Lagoon" ft. kittails - Steam Powered Giraffe-vibes 50's thing w/ Tails, Cream, and automatons of Kit, Surge, Metal, Belle, Gemerl, ect - Tails Doll trying to be a Real Boy(tm) - Kittails-focused folklore AU with Kit as a kelpie and Tails as a normal mobian. Bunch of other people as fae creatures and villagers, including Starline as the main villain. - Maybe a whispangle oneshot from the above au (Tangle is a mobian, Whisper is. basically a magic wolf? xD) - Knuckles/Tails role-swap

[sylenth-l]

Hello, I've been a big fan of your work for a while now and I absolutely love your designs for the destiny characters who don't get as much attention as they should.

But I also wanted to ask what made you choose the designs that you did?

Like Timur, Tevis, and Jaren

You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But I'm just curious.

Hey, thank you so much! I'm very glad you like my character designs, since I tend to worry a lot about them ; w ; 💙 I also get so attached to them in the process that I struggle to accept other versions, even when they appear in canon one way or another cough comicAndal COUGH cough Radegast The answer got a bit too lengthy...

Hard to say, usually I just have A Feeling how a certain character should look when I read about them. I rarely immediately imagine them in full detail (unless there's a clear description ofc), but I always have this vague image with maybe 1-2 key features inside of my head. These features may not be even directly connected to appearance - it's really just some impressions from the characters which I later think how to reflect in their looks. I then try to put it on paper and see if the result matches my impression of them or not. Sometimes it works out fast and sometimes it just feels wrong no matter what I do - in this case I usually put the character aside for some time until I come up with something more interesting for them. I also try to vary facial features and color schemes so that different characters don't look the same or way too similar to each other (unless intended). And I think about how they will look together as well - like, if these characters are from one group and will be often seen together, I want them to look good/interesting side by side and be easily distinctive from each other. There are also a lot of other nuances, but in general that's it.

With these three in particular that you've mentioned: Tevis and Jaren stayed pretty much unchanged from how I imagined them. I only tried to give them some more unique facial features, since for Tevis I was worried people will confuse him with Shin, and Jaren really looked like Andal's recolor with a different haircut at first 🤣 I like Andal and Jaren having some similarities, but not THAT much, lmao. I've also seen Jaren drawn by other great artists I'm sure you all know if you're into Palamon story; maybe these influenced me as well, though I honestly imagined him that way even before seeing any Destiny fanart at all. I've read Shin's whole story slowly opening lore books in the game itself before I've engaged with the fandom in any way; this being partly the reason why it blew my mind so much - I had literally 0 spoilers and was absolutely Not Prepared asdifaskdjhf

With Timur it's a very different story, full of pain and suffering 💀 If you've been with me since ancient times, you probably remember how I kept repeating that I have no idea how him and Felwinter are supposed to look and that however I draw them now will probably change later. And the scary revelation is... I'M STILL NOT FULLY SATISFIED ASLKHJDAKJHSA I've been much more happy with Felwinter since I've learned how to paint dark metal and it instantly made him look way better and closer to what I think he should look like (imo). Timur I guess ended up looking like a mix of all Timurs I've ever seen, read and heard about, and while at first I didn't like how he turned out at all, I think now... I've got used to him already. I don't think I can change his appearance drastically anymore. Funnily enough, but I think the turning point for me was his pipe. Somehow it put his whole image together in my eyes, and it became a lot easier for me to get him after doing that first portrait with the pipe.

[fictfrenzy]

tell me everything abt DID steph au!!!!! im so excited!!

HXJDSHFJIFNNKSJDNVJISDN SIR YES SIR ok first of all ty for giving me the permission to use your DID Cass in this :3 WE HAVE YET TO WORK OUT ANY ALTERS FOR STEPH SO IM COMING UP WITH THEM ON THE FLY LETS GO .(thats just how i operate)

Buuut before that...,,, first & foremost i have to establish that Steph is a tumblr girlie (THIS IS RELEVANT). and i 100% feel like majority of their(general & plural they/them, but i also use she/her in this) syscovery is due to tumblr. no im not projecting *twirls hair* ANYWAYS,,; this is only relevant bc unlike Cass (my interpretation, at least), they DO have a system name !! and it is their collective name . But thats later after they start telling people methinks

ANYWAYS ALTERS/PARTS:

Wait side ramble again i dont think Steph would use "headmates". i said it. they use "alter" & "part" language and WILL deck you if you say "personalities" or try to pull some MPD bullshit on her !!

OK OK ALTERS PARTS ACTUALLY .

first of all, im going basic here, they have !! Purple :3 who is a middle & EP (yes i'll use both community & medical language in here, EP is "Emotional Part"), and was sort of a Host for a while but im projecting so their "host" part switches like. a lot. so "host" is used Um vaguely here. ANYWAYS Purple was the "Host" during most of their childhood , and used to go by Stephie but as the body grew older they just wanted to detach from being one of the major trauma-holders as well ^_^ ,, PURPLE is also the one that came up with "Spoiler" & their vigilante identity YEA IDC WHAT CANON SAYS but not the one to put it into action because that one WAS

The Hobbyist !!!! a nameless alter for most of the system's life , usually just referred to as "Hobie" by the others ( which continues after they gain a sort-of name (its a title whatever) ). Hobie is an ANP , "Apparently Normal Part" , & was basically tasked in keeping the body Happy by doing things they like !! Hobie's the one who knows how to sew , draw , etc. the best , and as such has a very distinct art style compared to others :') ANYWAYS Hobie became The Hobbyist to OutsidersTM around thr time Cass started opening up abt the system , YES Hobie took blatant inspiration from The Fixer bc Hobie thinks theyre cool as fuck (special interest in medicine who?) AHEM . Nnnnext we have ,,,

Violet who is a Poison Ivy factive BUT HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT. I HAVE TO GO FETCH THE LINK ok ok back hello hi IN THIS AMAZING AWSOME INCREDIBLE WORK OF ART Steph has an encounter w/ Poison Ivy that i LOVE majorly so i went YOINK . Ans basically Violet handles SA trauma , yes she handled Dean but badly bc she constantly tried cutting him out of thrir life but everyone else refused & she ended up snappjng at Purple which kinda put her in a bad light for the others atm (not her fault she handled it badly, thats just how it turned out D: ) and i imagine they talk it out ....eventually . ANYWAYS Violet is mostly an emotional protector & takes her job very seriously , she isnt very attached to Poison Ivy irl (well irl for them anywyas) but doesnt like being aware of her for too long and MUCH less being in the same region as her. barely handles being in the same city tbh (YES give that protector a crisis! yay!)

It was just the 3 of them for a while (that they were aware of smirks) until they started ,, well , Spoiling >:3 and eventually split a subsystem of parts based off Spoiler someway. the main one (who goes by Spoiler and nicknames , EXCEPT "Banana Spoils" PURPLE.) handles all vigilante activity , side ramble Purple at some point literallt forgot they were Spoiler & came to bleeding half to death in their bathroom !! wasnt that fun Purple ^w^ ANYWAYS,, the other alters in Spoiler's subsystem handke their relationships. theyre part of Spoiler's subsystem bc one of them first split to handle The Overwhelming Public Figure that is Batman (unironically went by Batsy for a while , eventually Bessie bc YES i was a six the musical fan), and the others split to handle other Vigilante Relationship Affairs and just ended up evolving into All Relationships bc attachment issues babeyyyy gotta be ready to lose your entire support system at a moment's notice !!!

I wont go into the rest of spoiler's subsystem until i've given all of these ^ systems a name , but yeaw thats basically it THANK YOU FOR ASKING MY BELOVED SILLIEST FRIEND. 10 DABLOONS.

holy yapatron .... anyways yea feel free to ask more now that this au has ITS OWN OFFICIAL TAGG CHEERS anyways yea youre free from my yapping now <3

[melanodis]

-cartoonishly grabs you with a big hand like a squeaky toy and plops you down- please give me your testing maintenance thoughts. It’s been 84 years, I was there when it was still being written and chapters were still coming out. I’m so infinitely curious on the retrospective perspective on this fanfiction.

articulating myself legibly on this is gonna be so difficult ohhhh my god. oh my god. okay . okay.

so I have read this before during my first portal phase which, granted, was in probably... 2017? 2018? some of 2019? no clue I don't like thinking about when i was 13 that was cringe as hellll. I still have all my fanart from middle school dawg... it destroyed me the first time and by god it destroyed me the 2nd time too but now this time I can actually sort of put my thoughts to paper.

obviously this is gonna have major spoilers so if you intend on reading it I don't recommend looking under here. or do i can't control you okay here we go this is gonna be scattered as fuckkk

First of all, love the entire premise. we never know what happened to Chell after the end of Portal 2, much less Mel, but whatever did we can assume it was probably a lot better than being stuck in a facility made up of machines that want you dead but also worse in the respect that ... well, you're alone now and have to fend for yourself. Remember how to be a human being. Finding food and water and shit with zero idea if you're the last person on earth or not. Imagine being starving and exhausted and probably on the brink of death with a diet of nothing but decades old canned goods and water that probably isn't good either. Then getting basically scruffed like a cat by a robot that drags you back down into the place you fought so hard to escape from, and thrown straight back into testing. Mocked and tormented by a cold, unfeeling machine you accidentally brought back to life to save your own.

The relationship Mel and Virgil have built is so…. vague. And i love it. Neither of them would say i love you and yet both of them would die for the other. Virgil HAS died for her. He defied GLaDOS probably at least 4 different times just to protect her, fully knowing a worse fate would await her if he stood idly by and did nothing at all. His ultimate flaw, and something that is touched upon often, is that he cares. He cares so much. No other personality construct seems to have the amount of empathy he holds for Mel, and it shows. I <3 yearning. I <3 never being able to act upon it.

Something else I think about is that Mel can't even scream. Cry. All you can do is croak and even that feels like it'll make you cough blood. i think she'd be so happy to get her voice back (I can't remember if it was reversible) so she can catch up on all the screaming and crying she missed. Curl up in a little ball for a bit. The grieving she had no time to do. - some of my favorite bits. i don't really have anything to say here they just make me insane

GLaDOS spoke in the voice of a god that had all the time in the world to spare and did not care for its meaning.

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"And you can't tell me it would be a sweet deal for the two of us to be knocking about in the after life like some kind of supernatural sitcom, because I don't think robots and humans walk in the same cosmic circles after the lights go out.”

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He struggled with lifting her off the ground, not knowing exactly how to pick a human up in a situation like this, but he had seen photos of grooms holding their brides a certain way so he tried for that as his best option.

hey man why are you just looking at wedding photos first of all

Had he been human like herself, there would be nothing barring her from holding him close and seeing what she could do about his vitals, but he wasn't. He was a machine. A highly advanced machine from an age she did not belong in.

The whole flashback sort of thing with Dr. Aadland destroying the GLaDOS prototype... I'm obsessed with the very idea of all the personality constructs being formerly human. What lives they lead, the relationships they may have had with each other before being converted to machines, their memories picked and chosen, deleted by hand to cultivate a new personality, a pale imitation of the real thing.

In spite of the life you've given I'm just another version of you And somehow I'd rather forget that, too

The person he was, the person responsible for not only building her chassis but involuntarily assisted in being a guinea pig for what they would do to Caroline. Her fate was sealed with his death and yet all she has is spite for him. I guess as some form of catharsis. They took your memories from you. They did a Boeing whistleblower level cover up. You will not be remembered, you will not be mourned. You are nothing, in death and what came after. I don't think Aadland really thought about saving her in particular when he decided to have a textbook crashout, more about the impact it would have on the world overall.

“Its sick. This is sick. Its all sick. There's going to be more like you. All over the world, even. Minds jammed into a compact disc. People are forced to dodge bullets and endure toxic waste and are hooked up to IVs filled with coffee. Its all insane. This place is just… insane. Why am I even here? What am I doing here?”

No matter how strong you think you are, anyone is a mere few nights of bad sleep or none at all from entering psychosis.

"I'm not him, and you really don't want me to be.”

They took away from him the facets of his personality that made him Dr. Aadland. And while we'll never really know exactly what kind of person he was from the little flashes we get, I like to think he was sort of an uptight asshole. Thinking he's better than everyone, getting exhausted with others that fail to understand the reaches of his vast intellect. Something that Virgil could never imagine being. All torn away from him, shoved into a robot with a mere fraction of his intelligence, and all the emotional instability. Possibly one of the greatest minds among them reduced to nothing but a mumbling slurring mess of machine that can barely remember its own name.

Hard drives don't actually delete data until the old data is written over. There's still fragments that can be painstakingly pieced together.

[interactivefictionramblings]

[Spoilers for the season 2 finale of ABH and HSR, and HSR S3.]

Also vague spoilers regarding HS1.

I ended up Rambling HSR lore thoughts later, but originally this post was on Felonia’s ‘fate.’

(By the end of this post I felt like that meme of the person with the board and red strings, lol.)

Later, Lane thinking about Audrey and Astrea:

So, Cain’s job was to spread the influence of the Cult in one city - that’s probably why the author said he knew a lot about the kinds of rituals the Cult uses, if I’m remembering that little ‘hint’ right; Idr where I read that, though, an interview or what. As for Felonia, her job—unsurprisingly I guess, given her specialty with it—was to hunt down and kill Order members, while searching for the Book among them…

Siberia Base got the Book instead, and then - somehow learning Lane had translated some of it - abducted Lane and forced her to work for them (I still think my theories that one or both of her parents were from the Order, found out about her translation somehow, reported it and basically sent her away themselves, + that she and Yan were kept as babies because the Order knew the Chosen One would be born within one of their bloodlines, makes sense). Lane is working at Siberia for at least enough time to build up a muscular physique and get used to the lifestyle and people there, but then starts to sense the darkness (hearing the call?). We don’t know if the night or day of the collapse was actually the moment this began occurring for her. We do know that many or even all of the Order members seemed to have gotten called by darkness. My theory that all ‘chosen ones’ get called by ‘good and evil’ to choose a side relates to this about the Order, and the hint Cain either intentionally (pretty likely) or inadvertently gave Lane, when he said humans like to think there are chosen ones among them, some choose the side of God, and some the devil.

So, now I’m thinking about a number things:

1. Order members seem to be only from the bloodlines of the original Order members - a group of humans Sepha entrusted the Book of humanity’s salvation from the apocalypse with. This is why, in S1, it’s stated it’s incredibly hard to join the organization (I forgot the exact ep).

2. Yan’s father was apparently awful, and Portia - not an Order member? I’m not sure, although she was very familiar with all the security in the secret base of her husband’s branch, even how to get into their vault - recognized his member card, if that is what it is, which was passed on to Yan, though she didn’t seem to have one. It didn’t seem the man wanted a child ever, but he ‘raised’ Yan still, even passing membership to Yan despite not approving of his son. Why? Why Yan specifically, when he didn’t know anything of the Order, yet Portia couldn’t get membership, despite being trusted like one?

3. If the Order members are indeed all from special bloodlines, and that’s why only their children can be official members—hence why either Yan’s father or Portia’s husband tried to recruit Boris, even with his grandfather once betraying them and the Order assassinating like 95% of his family—are these bloodlines unique specifically due to having immortal or ‘fallen angel’ ancestry? It’s explained in HS1 that even many, many generations later, power resides in the bloodline if a ‘fallen angel’ was a part of it. Sepha entrusted the Book only to the humans, knowing that immortals may interfere - apparently; Idr where Lane got this, but she’s thinking over the details in the latest episodes, and this is one of the points she notes. If this is the case, what happened to the immortals he trusted to ‘deliver’ the Book to the Order?

3B. Is this why fallen angels were mentioned in S1, although the topic’s never been revisited?

4. Were all the immortals part of this mission angels? It’s not stated. But of course, nobody we’re getting the perspective of or the details from knows the specifics, so. If they were all angels - which makes sense, w/ Sepha’s Thing about the dangers of darkness and the good in the light - that could explain why ‘chosen ones’ are described as being called by both sides, yet only Lane is actually Sepha’s Chosen; because it’s the light energy that’s already passed down the bloodlines that ‘calls’ them to “God’s side.” This ‘call of light’ probably granted them some protection/resistance from the darkness, and that may be why Sepha had made this a thing.

5. What would be the purpose of this energy? Why have it be passed down at all? Not every immortal that loses their wings and lives with humans on Earth is punished - I learned this on Dino’s romance route in HS1 - so did they have children, then just return alone to Heaven? Or were they teaching Order members how to use abilities, like Yan’s enhancements? Was all this training, and possibly knowledge, meant to be used to teach the Chosen One, the Savior? If so, is this Yan’s purpose, which his father came to realize, despite Yan not having been taught what he needs to know, and that’s why fate’s led him to Lane? Did Yan’s father believe Yan would ‘fulfill his destiny’ even not knowing his ‘heritage’? And of course it would be working, like how the card he inherited did help them - as mentioned in a path-specific scene in HS1, Sepha doesn’t control fate, and it(?) decides things on it’s own. So it’s guiding Yan, then?? Yan’s abilities match Lane’s on VoG, and VoG!Lanes can activate the Spear, but not WotD. So is he supposed to teach Lane to be like him??? How to use her abilities, to fight the darkness?

6. Will Yan’s card serve any other purpose? If he’s meant to be the one teaching her, why isn’t he—because she needs to translate the Book first? Why did he want to help with that, in the first place? Yes, it makes sense, if it’s all due to fate, but what made Yan himself think to do so? What does he know, how has fate steered him to wanting to translate the Book?—Oh. Oh. The raven first shows up in S1E1, at the very start, which means Yan was nearby? Why, exactly? Was he following the raven? If he was nearby, he heard about the Book…?

7. So that’s the raven’s purpose in all this? Is the raven fate’s helper, it’s ‘hands’ to weave? But then why does it only help if you choose it has intelligent eyes? Although, free-will exists. Hence Lane not fulfilling her (offered) destiny on WotD (according to my theory, related to why the Spear doesn’t activate if not on VoG).

8. Obviously if fate is involved to this degree, we can then be sure Cain feeling Lane gives his existence purpose is because she literally does, which means Abel is similarly tied into all this by fate, as is the power which was meant for him and Cain ended up carrying. We still don’t know what this is. Is it meant to be returned to Abel and help him fight the darkness with the Savior? Did Sepha decide it was “meant for” Abel? Could it be shared between Anhea and Pileon so they’re strong enough to fight, too?