#way + he had his home and whatnot in the long years he's been alive but he still just seemed so lonely.

[ruporas]

soft (and some bittersweet)

[yanderenightmare]

i love your hybrid au sm! the way you characterise each animal to suit not only it’s species, but the characters itself is so creative and nothing short of genius! so it got me thinking, how would you imagine the bnha characters as mythical creatures and monsters ??? ( eg. vampires, wendigos, harpies, werewolves ) etc.

Katsuki, Tomura, Hawks, Deku, Shoto, Dabi

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Shigaraki Tomura Ghost

You’ve moved into his old room, and though you furnish it a bit differently than he did when he was still alive, you’ve placed the bed in the exact same spot. It’s been all dust and dead moths up until now, it almost feels like he’s alive again as he sleeps next to your warm body.

It’s only small things in the beginning. Underwear that goes missing, unexplainable handprints on the foggy shower doors, your duvet on the floor even though you’ve never been one to kick it off in your sleep.

You’ve never been one to believe in the paranormal either, but something convinces you to search up the history of the house. You find out a boy had murdered his entire family here—parents, grandparents, his sister—and that the boy himself was never found.

Obviously, you shut your laptop with a bang and try and will it away from your mind. It happened years and years ago—whoever that boy was, he was long since dead. But the more it starts sinking in that you’re not alone, the more your belief feeds him—makes him feel real again, as though you’re slowly bringing him back to life.

Sometimes, you spot him in the mirror of your vanity, but when you twist around, there’s no one there. But you feel him—the gust of cold breath giving you goosebumps, the weight of hands and a chest pressing against yours at night, and the brush of coarse fingertips touching you in places—places that have you moaning his dead name.

Bakugou Katsuki Demonic spirit

He enjoys large houses—preferably something with a bit of history. But every now and again, some moronic humans decide it’s time to wreck the old and build something new—which means he’s often on the move.

He doesn’t mind living alone in his new house until you move in. He’s a little mad at you at first—he thinks you’re one of those wreckers, what with your renovations and whatnot—but then he understands that you’re preserving, not destroying. Apparently, the Gothic manor is your ancestral home built by one of your great-grandparents seven generations back in the 18th century—seems you were the only descendant who felt it was worthwhile to keep. 

He wouldn’t normally stay when someone else moved in—he’d often use his demonic means and scare them on their way. But with you, he settles for dwelling in the shadows, in the many dark rooms you haven’t found a use for yet. But when night comes, and you turn off the lights and go to bed, he can't help but end up in your room—watching you sleep, oh-so-peacefully and blissfully unaware of his presence. But he won’t do anything to you even though he could, even though you make it so easy—he’s grateful to you, his little housemate.

Your bedroom becomes awfully hot at night—you can’t explain it. Nor can you explain why the wind howling through the house sounds more like the groaning breaths of a beast. All you know is that your bed feels heavier than it should if you were the only one in it—and that you don’t dare twist around to see what it is sleeping next to you because whatever it might be, you don’t think it’s human.

You know it isn’t human. It’s too big to be, and its hands are too warm and too rough��and its claws too sharp where they rake into your skin and tuck you close to a chest that feels as though engulfs you. You don’t think it has a heart, only a stomach—and it sounds hungry.

You read up on sleep paralysis demons, and it brings you peace of mind, but only until night comes and you go to bed in wait. It’s the first time he talks to you. His laugh is like rusted clockwork, and his voice is like raked coals—hot and scratchy against your ear as he tells you how your human ways of rationalizing the things you don’t understand are cute and amusing.

Keigo Takami - Hawks Guardian Angel

Being a guardian angel has always been a fun hobby of his ever since the creation—he’s found it to be a nice break from all the other angelic duties he has bearing down his wings. Of course, it’s always sad when your human dies, but luckily, there’s always another one not far behind to steal your halo all over again.

You’re his most recent. He watches over you any minute he can spare, chuckling over all your silly human antics. And though he’s had plenty of humans before you in the long history of man and God, he can’t help but confess you’re his favorite so far. You’re just so cute with your big, adorable eyes and pretty smile.

He begins taking greater pride in his responsibility of being your guardian. He used to see it as but a menial little task he could take to when feeling up for a laugh, but something about you makes him want to watch over you every single second of every day.

And so he does—he has the feathers to spare, especially for something so important. But soon, simply watching over you doesn’t feel like enough anymore.

He knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—so much so he’s afraid he’ll be cast out if anyone were to find out. It’s not right for angels to feel amorous for humans—most would call it deviant and demonic. But he can’t help himself—watching you in your vulnerable state while you undress, bathe, and sleep.

Still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Maybe he’ll come to visit you one of these days.

Midoriya Izuku - Deku Hybrid between fae and troll

He protects the forest and nurses all sick and wounded animals back to health, writing down the condition of trees and brushes in his notebook as he wanders for hours until he falls asleep in a moss bed beneath the stars. And though he knows his responsibility is purely to the forest, he can’t help but feel inclined to keep an eye on the little human who lives just beyond it. You’re just so cute with the way you walk the forest and sing songs you think no one hears—wearing your human clothing and living in your human abode behind walls and a door. He just finds it absolutely fascinating. 

Sometimes, you feel like there’s something following you when you walk about the forest next to your house. You’ll turn around to see a cluster of rocks and greenery you could have sworn weren’t there when you walked by—you look away before allowing yourself to think the pile looks an awfully lot similar to a larger human’s huddled form. But sometimes you hear it—the sound of stone scraping methodically, as though walking. You don’t humor the thought until you start finding his footprints outside your house, on the path to the forest—feet thrice the size of your own and sunken as though made by something very heavy.

Your legs go out from beneath you once you first see him—not like those times you’d turned around only for him to pretend to be part of the earth—this time, he’s pretending to be more like you, and it only makes it all that much worse. He’s bigger than a bear, grey-skinned with flecks that remind you of freckles and hair like fresh moss sprouts. His eyes are as green as the fox-fire fungi when night falls—glowing with nocturnal light. When you try to run, he follows suit, making the ground shake so bad it knocks you over. 

He carries you into the mountain where he lives and keeps you there from then on. After all, the part of him that’s fae has considered you his pet from the moment you took a bite of your first forest fruit. It was his gift to you whether you knew it or not, and now you’ll belong to him forever.

Todoroki Shoto Vampire

It’s an awfully boring world. Not much to do when you feel you’ve done it all twice over. The taste of blood has become stale no matter how many different types he drowns himself in at night. Sometimes, he humors the thought of setting his manor ablaze if only to watch the fire roar until the sun rears the top of the roof and finally puts him to eternal rest. But he’s been thinking about it for two or more centuries already, and he’s beginning to doubt his nerve.

Dead things can’t make vows, so he must go on as he decided to when he was still alive—that’s the curse—only another person can break it.

You seem doable enough when you stride into his manor with your little sharpened sticks and silver daggers. It’s been a while since a hunter has graced his presence. The scent of holy water makes him lick his fangs, and the nearly irresistible urge to drink you dry almost has him pouncing on you—but he knows it would be but a fleeting high unworth it in the end when he’d have to live another millennium without the warmth of the sun or another soul.

He drops down before you with grace. You have the tip of your silver dagger pointed up under his chin in the same second but get stunted by his pale porcelain face, showing no signs of aggression and rather riddled with a bleak sort of melancholy you’re not used to seeing on the godless creatures.

He simply stands there, straight-spined and high-headed, with his hands folded behind his back as though showing you respect—and then, unprompted and to your great surprise, asks if you would please make it quick and put him out of his misery.

Todoroki Touya - Dabi Hyrbid between incubi and vampire

He preys in nightclubs on those who have that mischievous glint in their eyes in dire hope their lust can match his. Every day, it’s a dozen new—he can never seem to find the right one—always starving and never sated no matter how much he gorges himself, always thirsting, always dying for more. 

Until you.

You’re but a dainty wallflower who doesn’t want to be there, but you have this scent about you—garden-fresh, like something he’s never smelled before, and his tongue yearns for a taste. He knows what it is once he gets closer to you—the opposite of sin of all things, it’s innocence, and oh, how he craves to devour it whole.

His silver tongue has had so much practice that using it on your gullible ears makes him all but drool, asking you if you’d like some fresh air. You nod your head, big eyes looking at him as though he were some sort of saint for offering. He laps it up—it’s all he can do to pace himself. But when he has you alone, it’s all over for you.

He’s going to corrupt every last piece of you until that once peachy keen taste of innocence has become an ever sweeter taste of syrupy sin. He’s going to make you exactly like him—and your tall fall from grace will leave you blasphemous and beautiful.

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Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 1 - Home Sick

Okay, let’s start this from the top. Once upon a time and all that shit.

You had somehow, some way, ended up stranded in another universe when you were going toe-to-toe with the Spot that (unfortunately) Mile’s apparently created (unintentionally). Got it? Good.

Now the question is how you got stranded in another universe while fighting the Spot is another shebang that you do not know, and frankly, not your top priority as of right now.

Your mission is finding a way to power your web-watch (no offense but the gizmo name sucks), and either use it to find Miguel, the spider-society, or your very own earth. You honestly weren’t choosy on which option you land, as long as you safely made it out alive and unscathed. 

Speaking of unscathed, which in fact you are not, you quietly swung across many buildings, in the shadows, making sure you were hard to spot. Your dark spider suit being perfect for night patrol is a blessing for the camouflage it provides you in this god forsaken gloomy city.

Now, to get back on track, it took you an embarrassing amount of time to process that you have basically been thrown into a world where in your universe is all but fiction. 

Have you kept up with the comics?

No, of course not. After Aunt May’s passing, you honestly gave up everything and just solely dedicated yourself into fighting crime. Well, you know some things, since Peter was also a mega comic nerd.

He would go on for hours and hours and hours about Batman and his kids (adopted and biological) and whatnot. You didn’t mind, since spending time with a talkative Peter was better than being in your own headspace. If you recall the latest one to come under Batman’s wing was someone named Duke? Well, that’s as far as you remember. 

Regardless, now you're looting someone’s clothing wire. Picking out a thick gray turtleneck and black leggings (thank god) you don them over your suit, making sure nothing was visible. Now the issue is your footwear. Maybe you can get away with it? 

Taking off the mask you were able to stuff it inside your bra (extra pocket, am I right?) while your gloves were hidden among your sleeves. Making sure nothing was out of place you pulled out the wallets of the two petty criminals, counting the money.

“Four-fifty, not bad.” Though you don’t condone your actions, you are in a precarious situation at the moment. Oh well. Tossing one of the wallets away (making sure not to touch it with your fingers), you also placed it inside your bra for safe keeping.

Maybe this would be enough for a motel? How expensive- or cheap are those in Gotham? With how often crimes occur, it shouldn’t be that expensive, right? Regardless, first things first, find a place to eat, find out the date and then a place to stay. Shouldn't be too hard.

Quietly climbing down the side of a complex building, you made sure the coast was clear before heading out. The lack of a jacket made you feel very vulnerable and exposed. Head down and hands to your sides, the cool breeze of the city causes shivers down your spine. “This fucking sucks.” you mumbled, making sure to avoid gothamites as much as possible. 

No time to gawk at your environment when you’re so out of place. You honestly just kept walking around, hearing police sirens and the occasional cop car driving by while you try to not lose your goddamn mind.

Walking around, using back streets and alleys you shiver as the cold nips at your face. It’s not that you’re sensitive to cold, it’s just that you can’t afford to get sick here. In a world where you don’t exist.

“Wait a minute…” thinking back on something, it’s true that you don’t exist here. But that doesn’t mean that a you- doesn’t exist. Maybe somehow there is a version of you or spider-woman here. A far reach but hey, just hours ago, this was all fictional to you. But something worth looking into. 

With a heavy sigh you walk inside an alley, looking up to gauge the time to see- oh, what’s that? Another clothing line! And guess what? It has more clothes to loot! Score! Don’t mind if I do! Finders keepers baby!

And you thought your spider luck was ass.

Discreetly looking around to see for any cameras that can potentially identify you only to come out flat. Perfect. Using the fire escape you parkour to snag a black oversized zip up sweater. 

This would be perfect in covering you even further (and now you have pockets for your mask) and making your figure harder to identify. Now you can start acting like a true gothamite.

With a pep in your step, you exit the alleyway.

Spotting a diner up ahead, settling yourself inside you order your drink of choice and a bagel just to have something to entertain yourself while you calm your nerves.

Sitting down next to a window, taking slow sips and bites from your meal you subtly look around (making a point of subtly ignoring the gaze of the cashier). It seems to be late afternoon, heading to night. Not good, not good at all. 

Besides finding a place to stay, you glance at your wrist, the web watch looking pretty obvious and suspicious out there in the open on your wrist. But, without it, you could perish in this foreign world. Should you pull a Hobie Brown and create a new watch from scratch? No, you don’t have the time, tools, or luxury. Thank god for the hoodie covering it up.

Right now, staying on task is essential. A job, maybe? With what credentials? Hell, you don’t even have an ID. Maybe a fake one? Who would do such a thing for a reasonable price and isn’t a criminal? Another note, you need supplies, enough to build web shooters and the cartridge. Unlike other spiders, you had the ability to shoot webs from your wrist, gross. But (with Peter’s intellect) you ended up also creating webs on your own in case yours fails. And it has- a lot both in comical and crucial times. Peter wouldn’t let you live anything down (god you miss him).

And being in a new world and everything going on, the last thing you need is a web block because of the high anxiety and stress this place is already giving you. You’d rather be safe than sorry. Now, how to get supplies? Stealing them seems easier than working for it. You just don’t have the time. How were you going to steal them, and from where? Who the fuck knows. Probably from a college science room or something.

In order to do even that, you need to find out the layout and what not of this place. So maybe the best place to start is the library? Doesn’t someone from Batman’s little possie work at the library? Can you risk that? Probably.

Fuck, this was going to be harder than it looks. No phone, basically no money (not counting the one you stole from criminals), no ID (or insurance), no place to stay, no allies, ya got nothing. Zip, zero, nada. 

You feel so lost and alone, so vulnerable. And the thoughts in your head are slowly getting louder and louder. Eating away at your insecurities and feelings. God, you’re starting to get homesick. Will you make it back? Will you find a way back home? Is anyone even looking for you?

Last thing you recall was fighting the Spot with Miles, Hobie, Gwen and Pavitr. You remember hopping onto Spot’s back while he was absorbing but then he poof and you along with him. Everything went black for you and then you landed here in this city (ungracefully might I add).

You just want to go home…even if it’s lonely without Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Peter Parker.

You really have nothing, rock bottom, baby. But then again, the only place to go is up, right? 

Sighing you finished your drink and bagel before leaving the diner, making sure to look at the clock above the exit, and aimlessly walking around. Would they let you in one of those shelters? Are those even a thing? Probably, maybe. 

Couldn’t hurt to try. Buuuuut, then again, you need the privacy, so maybe the shelter was a no go. Okay, perfect, back to square fucking zero. A cheap and possibly dangerous motel it is!

Hopefully your spider luck doesn’t fuck you over. You’re honestly thankful for not coming across any batsonas and whatnot. And you were able to get clothes so you say you’re two for two.

After looking around for some time, emphasis on some, you managed to find a motel and get yourself settled. No ID required, just cash, and you internally sobbed at the remaining funds you had left. You really will need a job or a sustainable income.

“Are underground rings still a thing? Is it a thing here?” You mumbled, discarding your stolen clothes before fiddling with your watch until its screen flashes before abruptly turning dark again. “Well now, how fucked am I?” A deep sigh resonated in the empty room. Hopefully while it turned on, Miguel would somehow by some god given miracle (or your spider luck but don’t bank on it) that he received at least a signal, no matter how microscopic it is.

You had to get home. At all costs. This place isn’t your home. It’s not like you should play by the rules. But, Ben, May, and Peter would be so disappointed in you if you break laws just to return to your home universe. And if you’re being truthful, it wouldn’t sit right with you either…

But Miles needs you. 

If this world doesn’t have a- you in it, then you aren’t needed here. So you shouldn’t waste time twiddling your thumbs. Maybe you really do need to break into a computer lab to see what’s up with your watch or scavenge for parts. Hobie built it with parts from Miguel’s earth. Meaning, you can too, with whatever scraps you can find.

You’ll prioritize your watch first, then this city. It’s unfortunate, but you really have to get back home, and you can’t let your feelings get in the way and distract you.

Maybe you should call it a night? Figure things out in the morning? A yawn takes over your thoughts. “Yea, sleep sounds really good right now.” 

These problems are for tomorrow’s you. For now, you’ll catch some Zzz’s and flesh out a detailed plan on how to get back home. 

You’re banking on hacking a computer at the library despite the risks. Shooting a web at the door to prevent any possible and/or unwanted inconveniences because let’s be honest, trust no one but yourself, especially in this bat(ha)shit crazy world, better to be safe than sorry. You need your sanity to fix or at least charge your watch in order to get back home.

“Ben, May, Peter- give me strength.” and into dreamland you go.

-

“Hey B, come look at this.” A female voice spoke out, catching the attention of the adult in the cave. “I got something to show you. I got a trace of a disruption- but it happened quickly and only once.”

“Where.” A gruff and stern voice asked.

“Around the East End.”

“I’ll let Selina know.”

“Should I get someone to look into it?”

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

With that, silence once again enveloped the Bat cave as Batman stepped out.

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I'll be honest, I have no outline of where I want this story to go, this is just brainrot hour for me. Less go. A very high chance this will soon turn into somewhat of "yandere" but it's mostly just them being "possessive" honestly. Slooow burn. This was the last thing i had typed up, and I have no clue where I will drive this story, oops.

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Series:

Oh, Baby (dad!Jake Seresin): You might not have been his girlfriend, but when you left town one night a month after sleeping together, it completely broke Jake’s heart. Now, a year later, you’ve returned and you’re not alone. You have a new little companion that just so happens to bear a startling resemblance to Jake.

The One I Want (Jake Seresin x Plus Size!Reader): You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Signed Away (Arranged Marriage AU): You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plenty angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Stolen Angel (Angel/Demon AU): You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he's a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

One shots:

Forgetting: Jake forgets to pick you up at the airport because of his ex, and for the first time, you think maybe you and Jake aren't mean to be.

Can’t Let You Go: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Rather Be with You: Jake has been away for six months and he just hopes you waited for him.

It’s oh so Quiet: you are in a bad relationship, and you just want to be with Jake.

Just a Little Weak:  You are Penny’s new bartender and she warns you to stay away from one particular pilot, so you do your very best to please your boss. It is only when Penny goes out of town for the summer, leaving you in charge of the bar, that the pilot finally makes his move, and you finally give in. 18+

Touch and Go: You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind. 18+

Lazy Mornings and Whatnot: After coming home from his last mission, Jake doesn’t want you to leave the bed and will do what he has to if it means insuring that you’ll stay, which leads to fluffy conversations.

Jealousy Game: You do a little experiment to try to make Jake jealous and it works, with unexpected consequences that change the way you thought the night would go. 18+

Jealous Jake and the Biting Problem; Jealous Jake and the Other Sleepover Buddy: You and Jake have a friends-with-benefits situation, but when he finds bite marks on you from another guy, he doesn’t handle it well. 

Split: You break up with Jake because his actions make you question everything you’ve had between you, but he wants you to take him back. 

A First and a Second: It’s soft Dad!Hangman from start to finish. And cute marriage stuff.

Wanting it all: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Alive: After you get into an accident, Jake has a hard time coping with how close he was to losing you.

More Than What We Are: You and Jake are friends with benefits, and you have one rule: No feelings! Jake decides that rule doesn’t work for him anymore. 18+

Less Misery, More Company: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Back for More: Jake up and left you without explanation right before a mission. Now he’s returned wanting you back, but you want that explanation before you’ll be willing to let go of the pain and heartbreak from his sudden departure a month prior. 

Scrapes and Bruises:  When Rooster and Hangman get into a fight over you. Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

A Mission of Another Kind:Jake is assigned to a mission he did not think he would have to take part in, despite training for it with everyone else. Considering its high level of danger, you had been happy he hadn’t volunteered for it, until he came to your house one morning to tell you he had been assigned and would be leaving within the hour.

Drabbles:

He Doesn’t - Jake doesn’t do relationships...right?

Early - Jake’s a sweet boyfriend when reader gets her period.

Jake helps his drunk girlfriend

His Princess

“The bed is cold without you here”

Perfect for me, Baby - Jake is there for you when you have body-image concerns. 

Get Me Through - Jake helps you through the death of a loved one. 

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Bay! Donatello x Reader

Warnings!

Suicide, Suicide attempt, depression, Reader needs a break, Severe worry, Yandere tendency, Yandere Donatello

Overall, dark content.

818 words

It had been a long week, a long month, a long year even. You were just so tired of it all.

It was the same shit every single goddamn day. Wake up, 6:30 AM, get ready for work, Eat to keep your iron levels up, text donnie you're heading out to work and that you love him, get on the subway at 8 AM, work your ass of until 9 PM, get back on the subway, struggle with your shitty lock cause your landlord refuses to fix it, change into home clothes and pass out. Everyday for the past two years.

You were so sick and tired of getting yelled at by customers, everyday. About the stupidest shit ever too.

At this point you’re just really fucking tired of being alive. You had talked to Donnie about it a couple times, he always said the same thing, that he was here for you and he’ll always help. But after so long that doesn't matter, It gets dilaudid to just words, their meaning being lost a long time ago.

…….

You weren't thinking right, your body moves aimlessly but swiftly, akin to a ghost.

You saunder your way to the bathroom, mind blank and fuzzy, but won’t shut up. Like TV static, Loud and annoying but quiet at the same time. You felt desensitized to your own body and mind. Before you could really think about what you were doing, you were in the bathroom, the medicine drawer open, the bottle of medication taken out and opened on the counter.

You slugged back pill after pill, leaning your head down into the sink to drink from the tap. You take a deep breath and flop down on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold on your flushed skin. It felt nice, cooling.

Your head spun and you gagged and held vomit down every so often. Your hand digs into your pocket, fishing for your phone. Taking out earbuds and some gum before getting to the cold device.

Struggling to work your hands, the phone drops and cracks a little on the tile. You let out a groan of annoyance but pick it up and eventually end up unlocking it.

Opening your missed texts from the last few hours well you were at work. A few from Donnie, nothing important, he had just been asking what you were doing. Ah he must have checked your location.

You struggle to type, but you manage to type what you can. Just a short “I love you, stay safe Donnie.” You let your phone slide off your hands to the ground. You wrap your arms around your torso. You really wished donnie was here… you hadn’t seen him in a couple days due to work and whatnot. Your eyes fill with salty tears and regret. You really missed Donnie.

The pinging of your phone keeps you grounded. Donatello was spamming you. Looks like he got the point of the message…

A few cold, silent minutes pass. You sit slumped against your bathroom wall. You quickly jump from your pretty much passed out state by the sound of the lock of your bedroom window being snapped off.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you hear Donnie’s footsteps racing to your living room, past the bathroom. “Sweetie? Please- where are you.” Godamnit he sounds like he’s crying. You can hear a small sniffle and his gear shifting along with him. Soon enough your bathroom door swings open with a very worried looking donnie staring down at you.

He sees the empty and discarded pill bottle, His eyes widen and he brings a hand to his mouth. Oh, how such a small thing tells such a gut wrenching story…. He bends down and places a cold hand on your jaw.

“Oh- honey..” He hugs you gently, rubbing your back in slow circles. He picks you up by under your arms, then brings you to lean over the toilet. He lifts the seat and bends you over the water. “Okay… just hold on sweets” He gingerly held the bottom of your jaw, prying it open before shoving two fingers down your throat, hitting your gag reflex pretty hard. Donnie quickly takes his fingers out as you gag and puke into the toilet.

“Good job, keep puking. You got it..” With your puke comes tears, you didn’t know what you were thinking, you were upset and didn’t know what to do.

A couple minutes of puking passes and you slump against Donnie, his cool plastron being nice against your hot and flushed body. He rubbed a hand up and down your forearm with sweet coo’s of reassurance.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His voice was shaky but relieved. “I think I’ve done enough.” You huff and rest against him. Too tired to hear or really care what happens next.

“Let’s get you home.”

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THE OVERTURE

hiiiii this is the writing I promised. LMK if you would like a continuation of their Thing because now that they’re Established they are very open to Situations and whatnot. No set story just a sandbox of Scenarios type characters. 😛 the Logic of the shrinking is inspired by The Shrinking Man by Richard Matheson- maybe they’re in the same universe idk we’ll find out later

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The thing that stood out the most about that night wasn't what had actually occurred, despite how impossible and surreal it was on paper, but just how hot the whiskey tasted before Cassidy came stumbling out of that bar and into the rickety old gas station on the other side of the street- that's what he always remembered when he thought back on it. It still burnt the back of his throat as he half-hazardously drove the block back home, almost enough to mask the taste of his stomachs contents as they churned their way up into his mouth, pooling and waiting until he swallowed back down with a shudder. He would've just walked it if he hadn't found what he did- or, found who he did. Drunk driving was one of the few crimes he was adamantly against, not just because of the needless risk it imposed onto the people of the hick town he hated, but because he cared far too much about the Chevrolet C/10 Cheyenne he'd spent a year and a half fixing up after his father died and left it to him. It was far too cold to walk a block home whilst drunk for who he had found, however, so he'd just have to take the risk and pray to God his truck would make it back without a scratch on it.

Cassidy didn't actually know who it was that laid, all shaky and damp like a newly born fawn, on his right thigh as he drove- but what he did know was that if he would have left him out on the pavement, bathing in the fluorescence of the gas station's neon 'OPEN' sign, he would be dead. To put it bluntly, the person Cassidy had found didn't seem to be human at all. He looked like a human, sure- with straggly brown, almost black hair that stuck in strands to his face with sweat, pale sickly olive skin splattered with freckles you'd have to squint to make out properly, arms, legs, eyebrows and eyelashes, an absence of any kind of beard, a nose, both eyes, a mouth and teeth too. Undoubtedly, he looked the part of a human man- or maybe a teenaged boy- but there was one, minute detail that threw Cassidy off entirely: he was no taller, maybe even a little shorter, than his very own pointer finger. The same finger in which he'd used to hold up the little man's head, that way it didn't nearly get taken off as he'd wrapped the rest of his hand around the man's form and taken him into his truck for the ride home. Cassidy had previously been against kidnapping too, but tonight, it seemed paramount to the little freak of nature's survival.

He shivered and he shook like the leaves he was similar in size to that surrounded his little body on the corner of the pavement, but the sight was comforting to the drunken Cassidy that took him home- if he was shivering, he was alive, and that's all he wanted to preserve in his fleeting act of heroism. It wasn't a long drive at all, and if it wasn't for the little man trembling like a wind up toy using every cog and mechanical part in its equally little body just to do as small of an action as take a step, or in his case, the rise and fall of the chest as he took in what shallow breaths he could, Cassidy probably would've found himself nose first into someone's letterbox. By some miracle, he'd ended up back at his house parked as perfectly as he could on the pavement, just fifteen feet from the front door of the little bungalow he'd bought five years back with what little money scraped together after the divorce. Cassidy may not have had his children, or his dog, or even the goddamn goldfish- but he'd say he had done a mighty fine job with the place, with or without them. Despite this, as he laid the tiny man down on a throw pillow of which he couldn't remember the origin of, Cassidy found himself doing a little tidying up whilst rifling through the kitchen for the hot water bottle.

Since the birth of his daughter, Cassidy had taken a vow to never handle a person as delicate as a newborn baby was ever again. He barely trusted himself to hold any of his children, at least for the first month or so, but he was better a man than to let his wife do all the dirty work after child labour. Now here he was, swearing to himself under his breath as he- drunkenly, with one finger at a time- went to cradle the little man in his hand, the most reasonable form of transportation in order to move him onto a newfound warmth. Cassidy hoped that in soon enough time, he would stop the shivering all together and wake up, just as he was when he found him. If he hadn't have been letting out such sounds of pure terror and pain, Cassidy probably wouldn't have found him lying there. He wondered desperately who he was, if a person at all- maybe an alien or some supernatural entity with fairy powers. Being a person seemed to be the most reasonable title for the man, but that left the question of how one person could be so small lingering along with it. It couldn't be true, Cassidy would rather believe in folk tales and conspiracy theories than what he saw in front of him: that a man sort of similar to himself in some capacity could be so incredibly small.

A part of him really, really wished it was all a hallucination- that he was completely wasted and imagining as ridiculous a thing as a thumb sized man fighting for his life atop of a hot water bottle big enough to fit two or three more of him by his side- but there was nothing more real than the dampened skin and hair that tickled against the grooves of his fingerprints, than all the components that made the unreal man so inherently humanoid. Even the laws of physics couldn't deny it- there was a tiny person in his house, and Cassidy had brought him there off of his own volition, his own deep rooted need to be the hero, even for just one night. It was safe to say he didn't plan on spending any sleepless nights with his ass planted on a barstool, neck-deep into a beer bottle, anytime soon.

-

There was nowhere in the world Adam hated more than Hutchinson. Nothing good came out of it, nothing good came into it. There was nothing good about the place at all, and when there was, it'd run away faster than he could catch it. He had decided on the night of his nineteenth birthday, he would run away too. He could chase after the good things, as fleetingly as they came, and be free of the chains that kept him forged to the shit-hole of a town he had lived in his whole life. As a child, he recalled hiding under the blankets and praying to God to make him an adult, to make him twenty-five and living in some place like New York or Toronto, in an apartment with his best friend doing a job he loved, surrounded by people that didn't know or care about who he was or where he came from. That was the plan, even after his nineteenth birthday had passed, and is twentieth, and even his twenty first.

Adam had vowed to himself that he wouldn't get to twenty two if he still lived in Hutchinson, even if it meant leaving his mother to fend for herself against her new, and yet identical to the last couple of hundred, boyfriend. He was sick of taking punches for other people, it was about time he took a few for himself, as long as it meant getting the fuck away from the place he was supposed to call home. So he did. All he needed was a backpack to hold every one of his worldly possessions, and then he was gone.

Three days, that's how long he'd been hitchhiking before something had gone terribly wrong. He'd gotten only two rides in that time, the first leaving him at some motel in Abilene, and the next... Adam wasn't an idiot, that he was sure of, but he'd fallen asleep by accident essentially seconds after fastening his seatbelt and settling into the backseat of the sleek white car. A 1989 Rover 800, he was told- Adam never really cared much for cars, but he could appreciate a nice one when he saw it, especially given how new it was. Surely, a guy driving a car this fresh off the market wouldn't risk getting blood and brain stuck between the leather of the seats just to rid the world of one more sleazy queer hitching a ride for no longer than an hour or two, so Adam felt it safe enough to rest his eyes, even if just for a moment.

If he was half dead and half naked on the side of the street, he'd probably be far less panicked than he was right now. At least then he'd be able to sort of decipher what happened to him, where he was and how he could recover from it- but as he lay, fully clothed yet freezing cold on some sort of endless plain of concrete- he realised he had no idea what could have lead to his current predicament. Adam had no recollection of how he could have ended up here- he couldn't even recall how much time had passed from when he must have fallen asleep in the back of that strangers car to that very moment- but that didn't really matter, not then, at least. No, there were far, far bigger things for him to worry about.

If he was drugged, he didn't remember it, although he assumed he must have been given the sight he saw right in front of his eyes. Out of it wasn't the right descriptor for how Adam felt- he was aware, more so than usual, and he could perceive the depth of the world around him as acutely as he could whilst sober. It was impossible to see what he was seeing, but there was no other explanation- not only were there leaves and cigarette stubs as long as he felt tall at either of his sides, but there was a boot big enough to snub him out just as effortlessly, attached to a leg taller than he could comprehend, attached to a man taller than life itself. Adam couldn't hear for how hard his heart was beating, but he could tell from the dry rawness of his throat after the fact that he was screaming. Who wouldn't have been? He'd never felt such sheer terror in his life- even when faced with boys he once knew from high-school and their newly earned gun licenses, paired with their father's rifles in the back of their pickup trucks- Adam had never been so fearful for his life, until now.

Before he could see much else of the man the leg and the boot branched up to be, Adam had fainted with fear. He was eight years old again, the only thing visible through the patchwork sheet he'd had on his bed since he was a baby being the warm orange glow of the overhead light that he wasn't supposed to have turned on after he was put to bed. Maybe this was it, maybe Adam had woken up to be twenty five, and maybe the corner he had awoken upon was right outside of his city apartment. Maybe he'd fallen down the stairs and hit his head, blacking out for no longer than thirty seconds, having no worse than a concussion, being able to return to the life he'd always dreamed of.

It was apparent that none of the above was his reality when Adam awoke for a second time. At least it wasn't so cold, and at least the surface he laid across wasn't quite as uncaring as the concrete pavement, though not much less. The weight of his body sank into the silicone, forming an indent that did no good for his back, but was comfortable enough to not want to sit up from regardless. He made sure to wait a moment before opening his eyes, to listen to his surrounding, to gauge whereabouts he could possibly be just from every other sense but sight that he possessed. Unfortunately, by the end of his hardly thorough investigation, Adam had concluded that he still knew absolutely nothing about where or when in the world he was, and he'd just have to look and see for himself if he wanted to know any better.

His visual surroundings didn't clue him in much more than he'd already gathered, although they made one thing more apparent than ever: he was small. Not just small, in fact, he was tiny. Smaller than the half empty glass of water beside him, smaller than whatever it was he was laid upon, smaller than the handkerchief draped around him like a blanket, but most importantly- far, far smaller than the man sat in front of him. Screaming was no longer an option, he'd lost his voice by this point, but he could certainly stare up with his mouth agape and his pupils shrunken just as his whole body had become. The man didn't say much at first- for a minute or so, he didn't say anything at all. He just stared with equally as wide eyes as Adam's own, mirroring his expression, except with far more wonder and curiosity than the fear captured upon Adam's fingerprint sized face.

A million different questions flurried through his head- where was he, what was the date and time, was he just really small or was the man from some unknown, mythological giant realm? Now wasn't the time for questions, however. Adam couldn't think straight, let alone see clearly, or speak a word of English. Maybe he hadn't just shrank, no, it could be far worse than that. With how stiff and rigid his body felt, the most logical answer to Adam's new form was that he must be some sort of ornament or action figure. The thought was almost a nice one- that someone would want to keep him up on a mantle piece, pretty enough to be looked at, but too pretty to be touched in case he shattered into a thousand, even smaller glass pieces across the hardwood floor. That must be it- it had to be.

If he was going to be a display piece for the rest of his inanimate life, Adam thought he might as well get to know the house he'd be living in, and who would come and dust him off every now and again when said house called for some spring cleaning. The face of the man in front of him was one Adam recognised. He didn't know him personally, God no, he was certain he was far enough away from Hutchinson to see anyone who knew him as well as he knew them- but he knew what kind of man stood, or, more accurately crouched and bent down, before him. Your average small-town, mid-western, middle aged, pick-up truck owning hick with half of his brain located in his mullet and matching dickies cap- or, alternatively, cowboy hat.

Whilst the man didn't quite have the haircut, or matching sideburns and handlebar looking moustache the kinds of men Adam knew from his hometown sported, he certainly carried himself like a Hutchinson guy. A forever furrowed brow hiding behind strands of unwashed, uncut and uncombed brown-grey hair, a dirty button-up with the sleeves rolled past his elbows, calloused, hairy hands and equally as hairy arms. The type of men that would run him out of bars and off the road if they knew a man like Adam even so much as glanced in their direction for a second too long. Either way, none of what he had left behind in Hutchinson mattered anymore, and the topic soon left his mind when said giant man began to speak.

-

Cassidy thought it'd be best to let the little guy get whatever he had on his chest right off of it in the form of panicked yells and cries of confusion, but the longer he stared with vacant, glossy eyes- as if he were not in this world entirely, completely absent with just his physical form left behind- he decided it'd probably be best to give him some sort of explanation to what exactly he was doing here and who had brought him to this point. He was owed that much. He opened his mouth to speak, but in all honestly, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. What could he say? 'Hi, sorry I kidnapped you, you're in my house and I'm willing to help you return back to whatever fairy door you crawled out of once you're back to health'? No matter what Cassidy said, he knew it probably wouldn't be the best, or even the right thing to come out with given just how bizarre the circumstances were. Instead of mulling it over in his head for any longer, he decided he was better off just getting on with it and praying he didn't offend the small man and end up with a cursed bloodline for generations to come.

"Look," He started with a sigh, instinctively moving to shield his face with a thumb driving between his brows. "You're scared, you're in some unknown place with a... Well, fuck. With a fucking- giant you don't know," God. This would've been much easier if he weren't also drunk. "But, listen, I'm not gonna-hurt-cha. Okay? I wouldn't have fuckin'.. Destroyed my kitchen looking for that hot water bottle you're all cozied up on for'ya. If you understand what I'm 'tryna tell 'ya, nod your head."

And by some miracle, after a brief moment, the little man nodded his head. Not only was he a real, living breathing person, but he could understand Cassidy. They could communicate. For the first time in a long time, a rush of some unfamiliar relief and excitement crashed against his body like an incoming wave. It was something worth celebrating.

"So you understand me." Cassidy smiled wide, the small gesture of a nod from the little man bringing as much joy as hearing his own children utter their first words. Now he was sort of grateful he was at least a little sloshed- the highs were way higher this way. "That's great, that's really, really good. You don't know how relieving that is, Jesus Christ, alright. I get it if you're.. too frightened to talk or, if you can't talk at all- that's alright by me- just,"

His head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic pounding causing his stomach to churn and his eyes to water. Cassidy had almost forgotten why he ever decided to get sober.

"I'm gonna go... to the bathroom. Stay there, you've probably caught a cold at the very least with how I found you. Just, don't move. Rest up. It's late enough." By this point, his speech was slurred and his head was reeling. If he didn't take some ibuprofen in the next sixty seconds, Cassidy was sure he'd drop dead right there.

Weirdly, as he rushed off to his own bathroom and locked the door behind him, he felt the same kind of fast bumping in his chest as he did when he was feeling particularly nervous. He had no reason to be nervous at all- he was in his own home, having brought the little man in by his own volition- but nevertheless, here he was hiding out and washing his face by the sink like a teenaged girl on her first date. It would've been more humiliating hadn't he noticed just how dirty his hands were in that moment, the underneath of his fingernails being black with grit and grime he'd picked up throughout the day. Oh God, he'd held the man in these hands, he'd probably dirtied his little clothes and skin with his lack of basic hygiene.

Dampened hands scrubbed at the aged face they belonged to, no wrinkle and scowl line going untouched as Cassidy pulled and squeezed his skin, hoping to sober himself up at least a slight bit before going back out to address the elephant in the room. He didn't notice the droplets of water from his beard as they fell into the sink, he stared back at himself through the clouded, de-silvered glass of the mirror for far longer than he had intended to. This couldn't be a lucid dream, the reflection in front of him was far too accurate, too familiar to be mustered up by his unconscious subconscious mind. Cassidy took a deep breath through his nose, which proved to be a mistake once the water dripping down his face blocked his airways as he keeled over with a splutter, desperately pinching at his nostrils in an unnecessary state of panic. What he really wanted was to pass out on his bed, shoes on and all, but he couldn't. Pushing the stray strands that stuck to his forehead back, Cassidy hoped to God that the little guy did as he was told and stayed put.

Cassidy stumbled down the hallway with newfound clarity- he wasn't sure what specifically he would do in regards to the scientific anomaly sitting in his living room, but he was absolutely certain things would work out just fine. With time, he could learn where the man is from and take him back home to his family, or- in the case of which he didn't have a family at all- he could turn him in to a group of doctors or scientist that would foam at the mouth upon being given the opportunity to study such an impossibly small individual. The latter wasn't Cassidy's favourite option, but he was entirely certain that they would do a far better job at caring for the man than he would ever be able to do, so that gave him some peace of mind when mulling it over.

There would be bumps along the road, Cassidy was fully aware of that, but what he hadn't predicted was that they would come so soon after the journey had just began. Turning the corner at the end of the hallway, one small and yet remarkably alarming detail instantly caught his eye- there was no little man atop of the hot water bottle. He wasn't standing around on the coffee table, or lounging on the throw pillow Cassidy had laid out for him previously- of course he wasn't, the jump from the table to the couch was far too wide for a man of his size- and from what he could see, he wasn't on the floor nearby his feet either.

This couldn't be good, none of this could be good. Cassidy went to call out the little man's name, but he soon realised he didn't know what it was to do so. Panicking wouldn't do anyone any good, the man had probably run off due to being so scared in the first place, ranting and raving and raising his voice would only worsen their predicament. Before making any rash decisions, Cassidy let out a slew of curses under his breath, freshly slicked back hair forming into clumps in his hands as he racked through a series of options he had. He could freak out and scare the poor thing to death, or he could calmly go about finding him across the- what he previously thought to be a relatively small- expansive bungalow floors. The absurdly little legs of the man couldn't have carried him off too far, surely.

-

At first, Adam was going to comply completely with whatever he was told. His body was far from the appropriate state to cause a scene or go into any kind of frenzy, despite how badly he wanted to do either of those things, and it wasn't like he stood a chance against the giant either- he wouldn't have even if he was at his full height and in peak physical condition. Adam wasn't exactly sure what specifically made him change his mind, but the moment the sink started to run in the next few doors over, well, he got up and ran too.

Where he would go from here wasn't something he had thought about, his body overtaken with the fatal combination of fear and adrenaline, causing him to jump straight down from the coffee table and onto the rug below. Falling from an equivalent height at his normal size would've left him with a pair of broken legs at the very least, but as Adam's shrunken figure bounced about a dozen equally shrunken feet across the carpeted floor, he realised he couldn't feel even the slightest bit of pain- at least, not anything he hadn't already felt after waking up. Without wasting a second, he pushed himself up off of his stomach, slightly winded but ultimately unharmed, and began walking towards a goal he wasn't certain of just yet. The fibres of the rug reached about half way up his calf, with each step through the meadow of multicoloured threads being just as painfully difficult as the last. It was like trying to walk directly through a hedge- the microscopic branches, leaves and thorns clinging to the fabric of his tattered pants, creating a clinging static that tried to pull him back down onto his knees every time he tried to move forward.

Adam would always be far more stubborn than sorry, he'd come to realise that by the time his treacherous, tedious journey through the rug had concluded. Having stable grounds to stand on was not something he originally pictured himself being grateful for when planning his getaway from Hutchinson, but by God did he want to kiss the hard wood panelling beneath him the moment his socked feet landed flat against the floor. A moment of bliss, pure unfiltered and unbridled joy. Adam could stand still and straight in this giant world, albeit fleetingly. As short lived as it was, he wouldn't forget how happy he'd felt, even as the ground began to tremble with soft, yet steadily incoming footsteps. So, the giant was the owner of the boots Adam had taken notice of before after all. There was no time to sit and stare at the craftsmanship heading towards him, Adam didn't want to be yelled at- or worse, but mostly he feared being yelled at, at least in the moment- for directly going against the giant's wishes, so he did the only thing he could think of doing in the split second he had to take a thought process into account with his decisions.

The couch was elevated about three inches off the ground, meaning Adam barely had to lower his head in order to run straight under it. He knew all too well of how disgusting the underneath of sofas could get, but he hadn't expected it to hit him so hard at such a size. Dust and grime flew up into the air like sand in a desert as he skidded to a halt on his heel- if he wasn't being looked for in the moment, he wouldn't have tried to hard to hold back the coughs and splutters that sat in his chest.

"Hey, where'd you go?" The voice wasn't nearly as gruff as it was before, and the delivery of each word was surprisingly coherent, even through the layers of cushions and fabric it had to break through to get to Adam's tiny ears.

With eyes shut tight, Adam held his breath, one hand over his mouth, the other rubbing his irritated eyes as they threatened to spill over with tears. Even if it was just due to the dust, crying would be giving in. Adam hadn't cried in years, and he wasn't about to let a little completely illogical supernatural interference change that.

"You're already in bad shape, and I can't imagine wherever you've run off to will do you any favours." Loud creaking in the floorboards followed by brief yet powerful thuds not too far away suggested he was kneeled down now, clearly searching for him. Another thud- a hand, resting right beside the couch. Big enough to encase Adam entirely, yet not too big to slide under and into his hiding spot.

He regretted his choice before, but now- Adam was certain it was the last decision he'd ever get to make. The giant won't have any sympathy for him after such a blatant display of disobedience, surely not.

A grumble. Low and chesty, congested enough to sound almost like a growl to paranoid ears. "I'm trying to help you here. Please. Let me help you, will 'ya? That's all I'm trying to do."

Adam fully expected his words to come out all frustrated and angry, but instead, the giant sounded sort of hurt. He was pleading.

It was around now Adam had forgotten he'd been holding his breath entirely, his body desperately gasping the filthy air of the sofa's underside. He choked on his own breath, a tear rolling down his face, dripping off the tip of his nose as he bent over into a tiny, crumpled pile on the ground. If the giant was speaking, Adam wasn't listening, far too focused on the scratching of his dry throat as he gasped for some sort of clean air. Things were probably better working out this way- it was either get caught now or go forward with the nonexistent escape plan, and the latter of the two seemed so illogical and impossible that Adam would have ended up having died trying. What could he do anyway-? Open the front door and walk out? Scale fifty feet up the wall and drop down from the same height out the window? He was fully aware of his own stupidity, skating through his years in education by just barely clinging on to passing grades by the skin of his fingers, but he thought himself to have at least some amount of common sense somewhere within him.

No matter how badly Adam wanted to crawl out from his hiding place and accept whatever soft comfort or lashings that awaited him, the magnet that was the core of the earth kept him completely still- paralysed and grounded in place with fear of what was to come. What if it was all just an act, a rouse to get him to trust the giant, that way it hurts far more when the real intentions behind Adam's presence here came to light-? He couldn't think about it, especially not when the dust had already sent tears streaming down his cheeks, because now he couldn't tell if he was actually crying or not. It didn't really matter, he supposed, since it all looked the same anyway.

-

There were very rare times in Cassidy's life in which he'd felt so desperately helpless. He didn't like to think of them, he didn't associate with the person he once was, with the person that once felt that way. It was funny in a sick sense, that he was the one on his knees, calling out in a barely disguised frenzy for a man barely taller than his thumb. Holding him may have been frightening, a daunting task that quite literally put his life in Cassidy's hands, but the thought that he might be doing something good here made it worth the nerves. He cursed to himself. Of course, he was shit out of luck when it came to opportunities that proved to even just himself that he could be good. He'd been a terrible host, he ran off from the man about three sentences in and didn't even offer him anything to drink. No wonder he ran off too. Cassidy would've given himself a well deserved punch in the face if his fists weren't occupied, stuck to the ground with the weight of all the pressure he put into balling them up, hoping it'd stabilise every other part of himself by extension.

He'd almost given up entirely- having chalked the man up to being a figment of his drunken imagination after all- when he heard it. Just barely. To his left, a sound no louder than a squeak. It was him. Without wasting a second, Cassidy acted before he could think of the best course of action. He sat up from his knees, lifting the raggedy old couch with a single arm.

"What are you doing under there?" Cassidy didn't mean for it to come out so hushed and whiny, but it did just that.

Now that he could see the little man with the overhead light beaming on him- his own nerves not making him look everywhere but at his face this time around- Cassidy realised how sick he really was. Big wet eyes with even bigger circles beneath them, red nose and cheeks that had become damp with tears, his tiny body wracking with either fear or the cold, Cassidy wasn't sure which it was though.

He let out a low tut, his mouth turning to a line. "If you hadn't gotten sick before, you definitely will have now. I don't remember the last time I hoovered under there, come on out now."

Thank God there wasn't a language barrier between the two, they'd figured that part out already. After a brief moment of silent staring, the tiny man fulfilled Cassidy's request, tumbling out from under the couch with a slight limp. Had he hurt himself? Now wasn't the best time to play doctor, not after Cassidy had been hidden away from once before, not to mention how clumsy he got after drinks. It'd have to wait until the morning. Either way, any injury the man might have sustained didn't seem to slow him, and before his arms had started to ache, Cassidy was able to lower the couch back to its original position.

There it was again. Another sound that could've very easily been missed hadn't Cassidy been listening. He spoke, his little voice clearly strained, but one word: "Sorry."

If he were sober, Cassidy wouldn't have found the word quite so entertaining, so satisfying, just so pleasant as he did. The fact the word was an apology didn't matter- Cassidy wasn't mad, he wasn't even annoyed. The only thing left was the satisfaction of hearing his voice, of seeing him- for the most part- safe and sound, still in the house, where Cassidy knew he would end up alright in the end.

"So, you talk." If he were sober, Cassidy would've also felt like an idiot as he manoeuvred from his knees to lying on his stomach in his own home, on his own floor. Even if his face was small, Cassidy could still see the blank look of confusion plastered across it. He supposed he should elaborate on what he'd actually just been told rather than focusing on the obvious.

"You don't have to be sorry. I just don't want y'getting hurt, that's why I picked you up off the side of the street." Cassidy really wanted to reach out in that moment- to give a reassuring pat or something of the sort- but he didn't have the guts. He was far too afraid of his own strength.

Instead, Cassidy watched as the cogs turned in the little man's head. A tiny furrowed brow and open mouth as he processed the words that had just been spoken to him. "Side of the street..? What- what street? Where in the world?"

Cassidy frowned. The poor guy didn't know where he was or how he got there at all, did he? "Uh, Ottawa..?"

The tiny man wasted no time to interject, "Canada??" he asked, wide eyed and, weirdly enough, smiling. So, he was from this world after all. Geographical knowledge was a good sign, Cassidy supposed.

"No, Kansas." Cassidy almost felt bad telling him the truth as he watched the tiny face drop with disappointment. "Canada is a long way away, did you come from there?"

It was certainly a long ride to get there, but he'd feel bad for not offering to take the man home, especially when he was in such a state. It was the least Cassidy could really do for him, after all.

With a sigh and a hand to brush back the hair that stuck to his forehead with sweat, the little man shook his head. "No. I was hitchhiking for a couple of days before, but I came from Hutchinson."

"Oh, that's a relief. I can take you back tomorrow-"

"Please- Don't take me back." The already strained voice sounded so desperate. Cassidy had almost began to wonder just what he'd gotten himself into when it continued, "I don't know how I got like this, or if I'm gonna be like this forever- but, even if I was.. well, how I used to be, I wouldn't be able to go back. Don't make me, I'm- I'm pleading with you."

"Jesus, okay, you can calm down, I won't take you anywhere you don't want to go." Cassidy raised his hands to surrender. There was no way he'd bring the man back to a place that clearly caused him so much panic- he might as well have just left him on the pavement if he would do that- but there were a lot of things to consider before making any set plans. "You weren't always so.. small, then?"

"No." He said it so matter-of-factly, in a way that made Cassidy feel like a bit of an idiot for asking. "I don't remember shit. I got a ride off the side of the road in Abilene from this dude in a white car- a Rover, a new one. I thought, you know, you don't kill people in cars that shiny and new, so I let myself fall asleep for a while."

"And then you were on the side of the street."

"No, actually. I woke up a couple of times, but, like, briefly. We were in the middle of nowhere, just road and.. I don't know- nature I guess, and I stuck my head out of the window for a bit." He bit his lip briefly, looking around as if there were anyone else to hear what he was about to say.

Cassidy assumed he was on drugs, that he was about to be told the man had seen a UFO or something of the sort fly overhead, and that would be when he awoke. He supposed it wasn't too far fetched, especially when looking down at the man in all of his miniature glory.

"If I tell you what happened, can you not think I'm crazy?" he finally asked, quite literally trembling as he had began to pace around the floor. He looked like a little toy solider, going back and forth in his mechanically decided patterns after being wound up and set off.

Cassidy imagined himself from an aerial point of view, hunched down on the floor speaking to a man of such impossible size. It would've been funny hadn't it been his reality. "I promise, I don't think I could perceive you as any crazier than I feel right now."

"Okay." He swallowed. The man was surprisingly audible despite the difference in scale, which made Cassidy think he was probably a very good public speaker before, well, this. He didn't even know his name, but he still allowed himself to smile at the bundle of nerves and personality in front of him. Even in one of the most frightening times of his life, the little guy could project.

"There was a massive cloud out. The skies were clear, other than the one cloud- that's why I remember it. I was probably just delirious after just waking up, but.. I don't know. It- it glittered. When we passed it, I felt my whole body react. It was like one of those itchy sweaters, but it was everywhere- even on the inside, I felt it."

Cassidy didn't really have an answer. He wasn't sure if he believed it to be possible, but it wasn't like there were any other possibilities to buy into. What the hell, sure. A magical cloud made the unnamed man tiny.

"Right." He didn't mean to sound like he didn't believe the story, but.. "I know y'can't stay here forever, but there's no way I'm letting you out on your own whilst you're like this."

Of course, Cassidy didn't realise it at the time, but his words would come back to bite him in the ass a little later down the line.

The part the tiny man seemed the most perplexed about was the part Cassidy assumed to be the obvious, asking with a pitiful level of uncertainty in his voice: "You're really gonna let me stay?"

Cassidy smiled. He hadn't had someone so grateful to be in his company for a long while, if ever really. It was sort of cute, but he wouldn't say that out-loud. "If you tell me your name, sure."

"Oh, right- it's Adam." He didn't look or sound so frightened anymore, that was a good sign.

"Adam." Cassidy tested his name on the tongue. There was something so great about it, so fitting. The first man on earth, the beginning of everything. Cassidy only really started to take ideas of God into great consideration when it was late and he'd had enough to drink, in times like this one now- when he was still trying to swallow down the hot taste of whiskey that struggled to settle in his stomach.

It churned as he looked at the little man- at Adam. A gut feeling that they'd be in each other's lives for a very, very long time. "I- Well," Cassidy cleared his throat, his mind elsewhere when enough time had passed for him to return the gesture of sharing his name. "I'm Cassidy."

Saying his own name aloud always felt so strange. Introductions on the whole had always been awkward, now that he thought about it- especially when said person you're introducing yourself to is all but a couple of inches tall. He went in for a handshake before really considering the impossibility of it, leaving his open hand lingering around in Adam's vicinity, frozen as his brain short circuited on how to approach him. Cassidy closed his hand into a fist with a hiss of embarrassment, discreetly placing it back down beside Adam in an attempt to come back from such a miscalculation.

"I'll set you up a more comfortable place to sleep. Who knows, maybe you'll grow back overnight or.. Something."

Cassidy didn't really believe such kinds of miraculous miracles could occur, and he wasn't at all surprised the next morning when Adam was laid there exactly where and how he'd left him. He could say he didn't expect each of them to play such significant roles in each other's lives from that point onward, but that would be a lie. Adam couldn't stay forever, but God would he make a good go of it.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for building my niece a rocket?

My niece (36F), my nephew (36M), and myself (???M) are adventurers. We've been all over the world together, found all sorts of secrets and temples, and whatnot. In that time, we got really close, and I legally adopted them for reasons I'd rather not share. Point is: they're my wards.

Well, just over a decade ago, she wanted more. She was bored, and we had been just about everywhere here, so she decided she wanted us to try to explore a new horizon: beyond the stars. I was thrilled at the prospect, but her brother thought it was too risky.

It is important to note that she had triplets on the way at this point. They hadn't hatched yet, but the eggs were there (and they were adorable)

With my nephew so adamantly against it, I did the only logical thing to do: I used the resources I had (which is a lot, mind you) and I had the rocket built behind his back. I had intended to give it to her as a gift to celebrate the beginning of her journey into motherhood. And, in my defense, everything was going smoothly!

Of course, she's always been a clever girl. She found the rocket and took off with it before I was ready to give it to her. I caught her as she was taking off, so I figured I could guide her through her little test flight, and what a story she'd have for her boys! But... There was a cosmic storm. She was lost.

Her brother and I were both devastated, but he blamed ME for her death! So, while I poured everything I had into search teams and desperate attempts to find her, he took off with the eggs.

I never did find her.

Ten years later, I've been trying to put this all behind me when lo and behold: my nephew is back. And he brought the triplets (10 M, ×3). And needs a favor.

As bitter as I've been about this, I do still love him (more than words can say), and I really did miss having little chaos monsters in my home, so they've been staying while my nephew tries to rebuild his own home. (Long story short, the triplets toomfoolery nearly tore it apart!) I've been taking us all on a couole adventures, just like the old days, and it's been nice. I finally feel alive again.

The triplets are, of course, as sharp as their mother and twice as curious, and went on to investigate her disappearance behind my back. It took one of them nearly dying for them to finally just ask me about it.

So I told them. And now they blame me!!! Again!!! As if I didn't do everything in my power to get her back.

As if to sprinkle salt in the wound, by the time we got home from that expidition, my nephew had finished rebuilding his home, and they've all moved out.

So. To conclude. AITA for gifting my niece, a new mother, a rocket ship? Am I really to blame for her death when she stole it before it was ready, and I did everything I could to protect her?

I don't think I'm at fault, but this has been eating at me for years, and I've driven away everyone that ever cared about me, so I've come here for a second opinion.

[wrongcaitlyn]

Okok now I’m curious how WOULD have Will’s and Apollo’s relationship changed if Naomi was still alive? Would he still eventually be ok but it’d take him longer to get there?? Would Apollo and Nico be as close??

skdjflsdjf I LOVE THIS QUESTION AHHSDFH the what if's of dear reader verse keep me up at night

i feel like this could go either way - the bad ending, the good but different ending, or the highly improbable but good because it's necessary by fate to be good ending.

the bad ending (probably the most realistic, unfortunately) - no, will and apollo wouldn't have a relationship. by the time naomi died, it's been three years since everything went to shit, and apollo was still spiraling. will was really the catalyst for his self growth journey and, though it's not healthy to recover for one single person, that was definitely what apollo needed in this case - most other people had stopped reaching out to him at this point. so the bad ending, though really tragic, is that (TW) - apollo would die, probably either from alcohol poisoning or doing something reckless like driving drunk or leaving a stove on or something like that. i don't think he was suicidal, but if he lived to the point where he found out his mom died, then that might be a cause of worry as well. nico would be,,, struggling. a lot. we know that he attempted once in freshman year, and without any friends to pull him out of it/anyone who really cared,,, i do think he may have eventually made some friends outside of will and leo. maybe he would just be friends with leo, even if will was largely the person to have brought them together in the first place. i think there's a possibility nico could have either run away and made a life for himself as a high school dropout somewhere away from la, and maybe eventually reunite with leo working minimum wage jobs and whatnot, or he would have attempted again and it might have worked. either way, very dark place for him. will would have continued touring with his mom, kayla living with darren as he works on coaching, probably both of them would be homeschooled. i still think that will would have eventually asked his mom to go to a normal high school and he'd probably see a therapist too, and he'd eventually go to college and become a doctor like planned. kayla would still end up going to the olympics for sure. it's likely that jason and piper would have still met leo and become friends with him, which means that plotline would still be going, and depending on whether nico is there with them at that point in time or not, it might have helped him out a lot more. either way, i highly doubt that without will living at apollo's in la and apollo becoming a father figure for him, nico would ever get into the music industry on his own

the good ending - one of apollo's old friends pulls him out of the trenches and things start looking up for him. i doubt it would be darren or naomi, but it could possibly be latricia or emmie - either way, i think it would take a long time for darren or naomi to eventually reach out. darren wouldn't be as comfortable with apollo not having raised will first, and naomi is busy as hell already. the tough part here is that i do think that if naomi showed back up in apollo's life and darren didn't, and they truly tried the co-parenting thing, i could see a naomi/apollo flame relit. she's kind of a big what-if for apollo already, becuase they were very brief in the first place, but then again - will. so. who truly knows! i think it's once again possible that leo becomes friends with nico, and he realizes what's going on in nico's home life. cps is called. obviously leo knows what a shitty process the foster system is, but he feels that it'd still be better than nico's home life - so begins nico's journey away from the high school i made up and probably just into a different part of la. because this is the *good* but different ending, he ends up getting diagnosed with adhd and dyslexia and is given accomodations for that, plus his love for music is fostered and supported. i still don't think tyt nico would ever be a college student, but if this was changed earlier on and his new family intervened in his education,,, who knows? i think he'd be willing to try his hand at a music major. maybe he'd eventually be an indie artist. i don't think he'd ever actually become famous, and he'd probably mainly perform covers at parks and diners and stuff, but it's a step up. will's story would remain largely the same, except he would eventually have a relationship with his dad, and who knows? maybe his parents end up together. rip pollen </3

the warped-by-fate ending - starts the same as the good ending except for some reason, after reaching out to naomi and latricia again and being somewhat present in his sons' lives, he decides to become a foster parent. enter leo. adopted by apollo. enter nico. friends with leo. enter will, who wants to go to a normal high school instead of touring and naomi trusts apollo enough to let him take care of will. the trio is reunited. nico (probably a bit later than in tyt canon, maybe when he's just getting out of hs) starts his music career. they're all friends with jason and piper again. kayla eventually gets invited to christmas and pollen becomes a thing. solangelo starts dating because ofc they do. and for some reason the hazel plotline remains the exact same. they all live happily ever after <3

thank you for this ask!!!

[harrison-abbott]

Tommy and I

I didn’t know my kid that well. Tommy was his name. His mother and I split up shortly after he was born, and I didn’t get to see him that much. And I must’ve missed out on that crucial attachment phase with him. Because he was far closer to his mother. Or maybe I’m being naïve and it was because I was a bad Dad.

Remember the film Jurassic Park? The original one I mean, from the early 1990s. I took Tommy to see that, when he was still alive. When he was a boy. It’s crazy that that movie came out over thirty years ago now … But yeah, I took him along and bought him a big box of popcorn and there weren’t many people in the auditorium. That movie was wondrous to us both. Tommy kept hiding his face in my coat when the scary bits came up. I was shit scared too. Ha. I recall his little head trembling against my ribs. But he wasn’t too afraid to complete the movie. He wasn’t disturbed by it; was thrilled in a scary way.

That was when he was about seven.

When he was eight he moved to a different city because his mother met this man and the man took them away, a hundred miles down south. So it made it harder to see Tommy.

The job I had back then didn’t have many holidays. And when I did get breaks I would have to get in touch with Tommy’s mother to try and access him. She often said that they already had plans. She might have been lying but I don’t know.

Basically there was a long stretch whereby I didn’t see Tommy for years. Perhaps I didn’t deserve to.

When we did meet up again he was in puberty mode, that zone when teens have no interest in older people. It was odd to see him not-a-boy anymore. He didn’t really look like me or his Mum. So I would take him out for dinner or to a big football game. And I tried the cinema a few times, other blockbusters. Tommy enjoyed some of the films but that was about it. He just wasn’t interested in speaking to me. I knew he was in to rock music; and he liked some of the bands that I did as well when I was his age: but when I tried speaking about them he wouldn’t engage in rapport. Was that deliberate?

I didn’t quite know what went down with his mother’s new partner. The other man. I never even met him physically, as in, a handshake or whatnot. Apparently he didn’t want to meet me, and it was always his mother who drove Tommy to me, rather than me come to their house to pick him up.

Tommy didn’t come home one night – to their house – and he stayed missing for days. I only knew because his mother called me up to ask if he had gone over here to mine.

I drove down to his city to look for him on the streets. To try and locate him. Apparently he’d barely been at home for months and was hanging out with his friends … what his mother said. I wasn’t able to find him. That was in October, when he vanished. His body was found in December. He’d lain out on the train tracks downtown.

I’m never able to not get upset when I see a poster for Jurassic Park these days. Or when it comes on TV around Christmas time or whatever. Can’t watch it. Never will again.

[katvonbirb]

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Hoo boy, I reblogged that ask meme and promptly became a person who has never written a word in their life. But I've got a few ideas that have resurfaced, so here's one that started so long ago, I have the original bits and bobs written down on actual physical paper. I will probably never write this beyond what bits I had written way back when, but the concept resurfaces every once in a while and I spend some time turning it over in my mind.

It was a Supernatural fic, with the basic premise that angels were real, actual creatures/people, but they were extinct, kind of like the dodo. Recent enough that bones and other signs had been found, there might be written records and such, but no one living has ever seen one. The Winchesters either own/curate or are otherwise involved in a museum with an exhibit on angels, which happens to have a (nearly?) complete angel skeleton, maybe the most complete one in the world. The mental image is it suspended in the middle of a large round room, posed as if in flight, very whale-skeleton-in-a-big-aquarium-esque. I have a sketch somewhere of this. Sam is studying history/archaeology/idk but something that ties in with an interest in angels specifically. Dean's more hands-on, practical efforts of going out and doing stuff.

But anyway, angels are real but they don't exist anymore, everyone knows this.

And then they find an angel. Castiel, obviously, who is injured and lost after getting blown way off course by a big storm and very much alive. And this would be amazing, incredible, biggest news of the century - if it didn't mean bad things for Cas and probably the other angels. Because there are other angels, of course, living in a hidden valley where no one has managed to find them. Possibly because magic.

Castiel gets to see the angel exhibit, correcting misconceptions and artistic representations (which Sam eats up like he's starving for information) and spends a long time looking at the skeleton before declaring it to be the archangel Gabriel, lost some hundred or two years or so. (At some point, magic happens, because angels don't die so much as sort of discorporate? And since Gabriel's bones are still intact, they still hold him and Castiel is somehow able to bring Gabriel back to life. At this point, I don't remember my exact reasoning for how this happens, but it was very cool, okay.)

Anyway, they have to get Castiel back to his people and safety, but since he's injured and lost, that involves them going with him and it's a big adventure and whatnot to bring him home and then there's this whole angelic civilization hidden in some valley and Sam and Dean probably end up staying there or something, I don't know.

[deuterosapiens]

Just finished the new Planet of the Apes. In the event I've not said anything about these films before, the summary is this: I did not much care for the original 1968 (if I'm remembering my years correctly) film, or its sequels, though I've seen them all; I have no opinion on the Tim Burton one; I love the reboot series. Now you are caught up.

Going in, there was one unfortunate thing I needed this film to do. And I'll admit, this is an extraordinarily unfair thing. Wes Ball's Maze Runner Trilogy impressed me as much as the books did (that is, I've read them, and I've seen them, but really, there's nothing the films can do to straighten out these books when they are themselves just completely balls to the wall insane), so Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes had to be the film by which I'm required to judge his direction ability before he helms the biggest fantasy film I will ever anticipate the release of ever: The Legend of Zelda. I mean, I wanted to enjoy it as a follow-up to Rise/Dawn/War, but it couldn't just be a good Planet of the Apes movie- it has to be a good demo-reel for what it is that Wes is going to specifically being to the table when adapting to film my favorite video game franchise of all time.

No pressure!

I'll always be impressed by how damn good the ape effects are in these movies. Every one exceeds the high expectations of the previous one. Can you believe this was the same Visual Effects Studio for The Frighteners, of all things? The money, time and resources were used very well here, so the same legendary credit Weta is always due is due here. The incredibly low bar you set for VFX work to me is: is the film comfortable enough with itself to show me this creation in the daylight? Yes, yes it is!

I'm a sucker for what reddit users would call "abandoned porn": abandoned things, buildings, structures or whatnot that have been reclaimed by nature. Massive semi-collapsed buildings covered in planet growth, street lights hidden in foliage, wild animals roaming through desolate streets. Those sorts of things are peak setting to me. Worlds which have moved on and which have been allowed to flourish without further interference. This movie has so much of that and I just cannot get enough of it. The first half is just all sorts of beautiful structures and lavish green. The second uses an abandoned ship as a major set piece and it's quite pleasing to behold. A plus movie, your world is beautiful and alive!

I liked Noa well enough as a protagonist. He's not a leader, he doesn't want to be a leader and the movie doesn't force him to be the Second Coming of Caesar. This is honestly a pleasant relief. His arc could have ended with him taking over Proximus' Kingdom after his defeat, but honestly, all Noa wanted was to bring his clan back home, no lofty ambitions. It's the goal of his quest from the beginning, and while he does grow quite a bit, the scope of that quest never changes and this works well for him. He's not a fighter or a revolutionary or a leader or a messiah, he just wants to go back to the home he left.

There's a particular way most Apes in this movie speak. They're more verbose than in the previous movies, but you can tell complex speech isn't something they've had for a significant amount of time. Owen Teague is very good here, and I'm happy to see him as a noble figure. He's good at playing disgusting villainous sleezebags (IT, The Stand), so I'm glad he's given a chance to show a more human-side (ironically enough, in a non-human role).

I was very sad to see (the ambiguously gay) Raka leave. I liked him! I suspected he wouldn't last long, I was right, he will be missed. As a companion, his role is primarily to introduce Noa to Caesar's teachings. On doing so, he sets the foundation for Noa's mire complicated relationship with humans.

Which of course brings us to the thing I consider the film's biggest... I'm not quite sure "flaw" is the word I want to use, but. Okay, so I understand why the film has Mae in it. An intelligent human companion to reframe Noa's understanding of the world. I just really don't understand her actual role here. Yes, she's deceiving Noa into leading her to the weapons vault and whatnot. Yes, she does establish that not all humans have succumbed to the harmful consequences of the Simian Flu. I think having one scene, perhaps as a flashback, with her and her group would have given me a better understanding of who she is and what her actual goals are. Where Noa's goals are quite clear, Mae's feel like they exist primarily for the purpose of allowing the movie to introduce us to the Survivors at the end. I can't clearly wrap my thoughts around how I feel about her, but I think a better approach to this character would have been for her to be fully mute, but also obviously intelligent. If she signed all of her dialog instead of speaking, I think I might have found myself understanding how she actually exists in this world better. That's it I think: she feels out of place to me, and not in the way the movie wants her to, before it sets up the Reveal.

William H Macy is a talented actor.

Why is he here? His character contributes very little to anything, and he dies quickly. I understand he's a traitor teaching Proximus and that he represents a foil to Mae, showing her a possible path where she might live with the Apes. But he's here, he adds little, he dies quickly. We forget about him afterwards until Proximus makes a joke about him. He could easily have been a Ape teaching Proximus about human history from a flawed understanding passed down to him by previous Apes. If Raka hadn't died, these two could have discussed differing viewpoints on the nature of Humans and Apes, and this could have influenced Noa and Mae's thinking. Nope, he's just kind of there. He's about to sound the alarm and inform Proximus of Noa and Mae's plans, but even that doesn't actually have a chance to happen because Mae kills him.

That's right, technically, Mae has a higher kill count than Noa because she does directly kill Trevanant (I'm not going to bother remembering his, incredibly stupid, actual name), and technically Noa doesn't kill either Sylva or Proximus. Sylva drowns, Noa just doesn't help him (father avenged!); Proximus is thrown off a cliff after being attacked by eagles which Noa did summon to aid him, but I'm considering this an odd form of self-defense.

I'm going to suspect that the humans at the end are going to evolve into the bomb cult from Beneath the Planet of the Apes. That seems a fairly safe assumption. After all, I suppose in order to have that bomb cult exist, there must be intelligent humans around to become it.

To wrap this up, with the right script, I strongly believe Wes has the potential to really blow me away. He has the right experience with the right VFX team with the right pedigree necessary to bring that fantasy world to gorgeous life. I think the biggest hurdle He has as a director is in figuring out precisely where his supporting cast's motivations are. He's definitely come a long way from The Maze Runner and this one's still a very nice follow-up to the previous Apes films.

If he can get that one thing down, I suspect we'll ne in safe hands. Further research may be needed though.

[heavenbled]

character profile ; the crow

name ; (the) crow species ; distributary-born awoken pronouns ; he/him gender ; cis man sexuality ; gay class/subclass ; solar hunter - blade barrage preferred, golden gun depending on mission ghost ; glint (they/them) age ; appears to be in mid to late thirties in awoken standards. 5 years he's been revived as a lightbearer.

physical description ; crow stands at about 5'7" without armor, 5'11" with. his features are angular and sharp, with a grey complexion that seems otherworldly. he has white markings below both eyes that lead into a small chevron-like mark on his forehead, and luminescent orange eyes. he has an undercut all around with the right side completely shaved, black hair combed to the left and angled to a point just about jaw-length. there's a shock of white in the front running from scalp all the way down to the ends, a result from uldren sov's time in the prison of elders. he is very muscular, most notably in the shoulder and arm area. crow also has long elf-like ears that are covered in ear piercings, sharpened canines and an almost uncanny look to him — some other slight signature looks of the awoken that were born in the distributary.

light abilities ; he's most at home in solar light, and though he is still getting used to his abilities and whatnot, tends to be a bit clumsy. however his overall skill usually prevails, and crow's beginning to see the successes stack up in the face of the past failures. he has not dabbled with darkness, but has been tempted on more than one occasion. he does not want anything to do with stasis, but ponders the idea of strand.

brief history & personality ; crow has come a long way in the few years he's been alive as a lightbearer, and has only recently begun referring to himself as a guardian. in the early days it was nothing but survival, assuming every single creature wanted to obliterate him and glint for past sins he had no recollection of ever committing. living in that sort of way, that lonely way, left him bitter and melancholic ; the fear and uncertainty almost driving him to a point of extreme paranoia.

after savathûn had showed him every single moment of his past life, uldren sov, crow had become angry, resentful, and scared. it was a critical moment in his life, a critical moment in his mental health and it was the lowest point he had ever been in - counting his time with spider, as well.

after having eris intervene and quite literally having to face uldren sov, crow is now in a fairly good place in present days. he's quick-tongued and sharp, but is warm and holds so much love in his heart. he's an enjoyer of a few good jokes here and there, and wants nothing more than to be able to connect to the people around him. to understand and to be understood.

tags ; gen tag | misc

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 170

Citizen Fang/The God Complex

“Citizen Fang”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean are at odds after sM asks a hunter named Martin to keep an eye on Benny without telling Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’ll tell you one thing, I wouldn’t dare try to hit on someone Benny said was like a little sister to him. That’s how you end up dead

Omg Sam leave Benny alone. You cannot compare the couple days or whatever you had with Amy to what Dean and Benny had for a whole year in Purgatory

This little mom and pop drive up diner looks so cute. I wanna go.

What’s that one ability Magnus had in TAZ Balance where people in small towns just loved him and wanted to welcome him in and whatnot? Dean’s got that. He’s BARELY told this girl enough info about Benny (going by Roy now) to prove he knows him, and she’s just about given him Benny’s address

Now, I don’t believe Benny’s actually the guy killing these people. I think he’s doing clean up, but nothing he’s doing is helping his case. I just hope he makes it out of this episode alive

It IS hard to believe Benny’s not always been this cute and cuddly, what with his Louisiana drawl and his crystal blue eyes

Benny’s little sister figure is actually his great-granddaughter??

Sam. I don’t think you get to be mad if Dean doesn’t fully trust you. IVE WATCHED SEVERAL SEASONS OF YOU KEEPING SECRETS FROM HIM. SECRETS THAT KICKSTARTED THE APOCALYPSE

Martin wtf.

Ok you know what? As long as Sam is looking to actually investigate and not just kill Benny, I appreciate what he said about going to find him with Martin

SAM!!! Just leaving Martin out in the woods like that. Ok. I’m good with it.

God Dean and Benny have such delightful banter between them, especially now that their lives aren’t CONSTANTLY in peril, just most of the time

Oh no Dean. Look. Benny didn’t actually get tempted enough to feast but…you’re…you’re gonna have to deal with that at some point, aren’t ya?

Oh. Sam’s going to Amelia, not to Dean and Benny

Sucks that Benny can’t stay in his home town ☹️

Oh Martin can absolutely go FUCK HIMSELF for threatening Elizabeth to get to Benny

WHO’S THE ACTUAL EVIL ONE HERE, MARTIN??? Because I’m pretty sure it’s you.

Oh Benny. Just…so willingly so docilely laying down your own life for Elizabeth’s sake and safety. They cut away from how it ended but doesn’t mean it looks good for him

Sam. You disappeared and she had a whole ass husband who had also disappeared and came back. What did you think was gonna happen?

Oooo we DO get to see what happened in the gumbo shack. Well, Martin’s dead (GOOD.) but Benny’s no where to be found

Omg…DEAN. That’s just mean to do to Sam. Yeah, no wonder he doesn’t want to listen to you about what happened with Benny. YOU CAN’T PLAY WITH HIS FEELINGS MAKING HIM THINK AMELIA WAS IN TROUBLE AND THEN BE SURPRISED HE DOESNT WANNA HEAR SHIT ABOUT YOUR FLING FROM LAST YEAR

“The God Complex”

Plot Description: the TARDIS lands in a hotel that contains the darkest fears of every visitor

Morbid that there’s this whole wall full of photos of beings and their fears as they get picked off

“It’s okay, we’re nice” roryyyyyyyyyyy

Why do we have two episodes back to back where we go places with confusing landscapes? I wouldn’t be mad at in the same season or with the same Doctor, but back to back??

Joe….is certainly something.

(I just had the thought “do I have season three of sherlock on dvd?” And I don’t know if I want that answer to be yes or no)

Oh this poor dude whose species has never had a moment’s test from invaders…

Joe you are not helping

Ok but who is “He”? He who will feed? Him who those who “see the light” praise??

You can REALLY tell this is an overlap year with Sherlock from the way this is filmed.

RIP Joe

I forgot it was a minotaur-like figure, which makes this labyrinthine hotel makes sense

It does kind of look like the hotel from the shining. They definitely took inspiration from, not a one to o r comparison

It’s really good when the Doctor comes up against something also extremely old. This creature has been around so long even it’s name is lost, it’s pure instinct now, and all it does is prepare beings to be taken by [???]

Ah, Howie, you idiot. RIP, my lad

Not to be like “I don’t trust this guy who’s seemingly afraid of everything” but I don’t trust this guy who’s seemingly afraid of everything

Oh no, Ritaaaaaaaa. Not you, too.

Guy whose name I don’t remember is acting VERY suspicious

I hate thissss. I hate watching Rita succumb to whatever is controlling the hotel. It was heartbreaking hearing her say that she could feel herself losing the faith she’d grown up with and loved and having it replaced with just “Praise Him.”

Yeah. This is the kind of episode that weighs heavy on him. He hasn’t been able to save anyone but Amy and Rory, and Rory’s just because he hasn’t found his room (and the guy I’m suspicious of, but I hardly count it as saving if he’s behind any part of this)

Oh interesting. And kind of sad. See, turns out the WHATEVER preys on faith not fear. And so it will show you what you most fear in order to force you to dig deep to find what keeps you brave. But Rory has nothing he believes in that much? Nothing he holds so dear to keep him brave? I’m guessing for Amy, it’s the Doctor but in a childhood hero kind of way. But you know how much I’ve seen Rory move mountains out of his love for Amy???? And that’s not something that keeps him brave??? I don’t believe it

Mmmm, the Doctor lies. And he’s lying to Amy right now to save her. Making her lose her faith in him so [???] can’t feed off it anymore. Well, maybe it’s not ALL lies, but I hope it’s PARTIALLY lies

So…apologies to that guy. He had nothing to do with it

I didn’t realize this was when they were supposed to say goodbye. I remembered there was a split at the end of season six because Amy and Rory were on the edge of divorce at the beginning of seven but DAMN

[dr-jem-nutcase]

And some more MvA H/Cs!

Dr. Cockroach

istg, I have WAY too many h/c's for this guy

Birthday is August 19th

Was in his early 30s when his mutation accident happened

Could never figure out how to tie a necktie, try as he might. Someone has always had to do it for him if he has to wear one. Kind of explains the turtleneck

A sore loser inspite of calling Link out for being one

Kicks in his sleep if he had a bad day

Can understand insects due to being part insect. He understands Insecto better than Link does, but the two insectoid monsters don't associate with each other that often

Thinks of himself as much of a human as much as he thinks of himself of a cockroach

Doesn't talk much about his pre-monster life. He doesn't think anyone needs to know about it. Though, the Invisible Man had suspicions that he probably wasn't single at the time of his accident

"Jacques-Yves" is a pseudonym to cover up his former name. Dude hasn't mentioned his former name ever, like after 40+ years of imprisonment. Only Monger knows what it is [Disclaimer: I have a very hard time counting the TV series as canon material, so I'm leaving "Herbert" out of this one]

Has a younger sister who's still alive (he found this out about 4 months after gaining his freedom), but he hasn't made any attempts to make contact with her, knowing it probably wouldn't be a good idea because of the high probability that she thinks her brother's long dead instead of alive and part cockroach

Grew up in a middle class home. His airs of elegance and sophistication came from the upbringing of his formerly lower-upper class mother

Conducted research at a university in the UK, probably Cambridge or Oxford, and tried to carry out his mutation enhancement experiments inspite of faculty saying no. Was dismissed when he got caught. Continued his experimentation in the basement/cellar of his home

Liked the beatnik fashion and got a bit into it no thanks to some students at the university. Still likes it

Was caught about week after his accident when he took the risk of going outside where he was "ratted out" by a few bystanders

Legit went insane after his capture. He was kept in isolation for about a week, and descended into madness much more quickly than the average human because he was part cockroach, not to mention the trauma of being taken away from everything he knew on top of dealing with the trauma from his accident. Being around the other monsters helped in recovering his sanity but he could never fully recover, explaining the maniacal laughter and mad science tendencies

Isn't immortal. His physical stamina by age was cut in half at his accident. Was in his early 30s at the time, so he went from having the stamina of someone in their early 30s to someone in their mid teens. Released in his mid-late 70s and had the stamina of an 38-year-old

Hates the cold, being part cockroach. Not as much as Link but he has a lower cold tolerance than the average human and thus needs to bundle up more when doing missions in colder climates

Likes making cocktails and alcoholic beverages but gets easily tipsy tho. He was the unofficial bartender at most small social gatherings in his human years

Declined a knighthood from the Queen

Has met other scientists like Hawking and deGrasse Tyson

Has started spending a good deal of his free time compiling his findings and whatnot on the aliens and/or UFOs that have tried to invade Earth into a multi-volume series of books

Link

Captured 1960, has been in prison longer than any of the current monsters

Birthday is somewhere guesstimated about late winter/early spring

First day in prison and wanted to take down the toughest guy in the yard. Fought for about a minute with a couple staff members/scientists until he was tranquilized. Both parties sustained injuries, but Link considered himself to be the victor, even to this day. Even his butt was kicked to kingdom come, Link would say otherwise

Began learning English, let alone how to speak, when the Invisible Man came (similar to Jane teaching Tarzan in the Disney cartoon)

Can actually understand Insectosaurus

Earned his enthusiasm in martial arts watching the martial arts films and TV shows over the years

Closeted shonen anime fan, likes pretty much anything except One Piece

Likes to think of himself as a leader in spite of Susan usually leading the team and by instinct has that alpha male mindset, though really nobody was the alpha in prison. No inferiority complex. He will never admit defeat in a one-on-one fight

Was the third in a litter of seven "tadpoles" in his family and was pretty much a wannabe in his time, from his childhood to his adult years

Journeyed onto land to try to show how much of a hardcore boss he was. Right at the start of the Ice Age. Thus is his "frozen" origin

The only monster who doesn't like chocolate

Has never missed a Super Bowl since he first got a TV (an occasional treat)/radio. And cursed be the day when someone decides to change the channel/station on Super Bowl Sunday

Started calling Susan "Susie" and "Suz" a couple months after defeating Gallaxhar, when she started becoming closer friends with the rest of the monsters. He's the only monster who calls her that

Along with the artificial mini lagoon, his share of the remodel includes his own private gym. Before that, he had to borrow weights from the prison's gym

Has a private resort mansion near Cocoa Beach in Florida complete with a large pond to swim in and a couple specially made cars (like the jeep in the TV show). Complimentary babes on request (jk, lol, if only)

As a fish-ape-man, he and Monger saw him as a potential candidate for serving in the Navy and started training within a year of being granted his freedom. He managed to survive Hell Week after almost quitting due to his cold intolerance (it's already a given that he hates cold environments), but he'd rather freeze his butt off than give up

Has watched Shape Of Water and Luca. He doesn't mind either of them but he got pretty annoyed when people made comparisons between him and the Amphibian Man or the cutesy sea monsters

BOB

Came in 1968 [franchise brochure or h/c, I don't remember]

Makes up flashbacks of his past. The trauma with carrots in Night of the Living Carrots? Totally made up! But he fully believes in them, and there's no changing his mind

"Monster Beach is real." [from the video game] Do not question that

Doesn't get hungry. He's given the ham just to keep him out of everyone else's meals

Not completely derp stupid. Has the mental capacity of a toddler. If there's any stupidity, there's some dumb blonde stupid, like "'taco' is the Mexican word for 'sandwich'"

Has remnants of the mind-reading "bomb" still in his body, explaining his habit of picking up dialog and behavior from the other monsters

The monsters (and Monger) need to watch their language around him because, like a toddler, he will repeat swear words like a parrot and go around saying them mindlessly. They also can't watch adult movies or shows around him for that same reason; he'll also ask inappropriate questions as a result of being exposed to those type of movies and shows

Can befriend just about anyone. He would probably try to get along with the Devil himself. Only under the condition that nobody hurts his beloved monster family

Insectosaurus

Came in the late 60s/early 70s, not too long after BOB's Big Break

Will live for probably another 50 years. At least

Female. The larva of her species looks the same regardless of gender, leading nearly everyone to believe that Insecto was a male

Ate a lot as a larva. Doesn't eat as much since her metamorphosis

Her moth fur is ridiculously soft

Smarter than what a lot of people think

Easily skittish with loud unexpected noises. She also doesn't like it at all when any of the monsters argue

A deep sleeper after returning to the facility after any mission

Still very much likes her tummy rubs from Link

A deep sleeper, especially after returning to the prison facility after a mission

[majestyeverlasting]

hey, I absolutely love your writing!!!❤️

Can you maybe write a Bucky x reader with the fluffy prompt 31?

(the reader is afraid of something and she lashes out on Bucky... like she rambles on, and on to Bucky so that she runs out of breath... and Bucky forces her into a hug, which she eventually relaxes into and then tells her the promt)

If you can't write this, I'll totally understand... enjoy your day🌼🌼

♡ Hi! Thank you, I'm happy to hear that you like my writing! I love this request, and hope I was able to capture the essence of what you wanted. I know you've been waiting, so thanks for being patient! To summarize, the reader's doubts lead her and Bucky to explore the idea of what it means to add value to the world. That of course leads to some intimate dialogue and soft moments. Towards the end, I played around with an idea that relates to Bucky having enhanced senses, and I think it worked out pretty well. But I suppose that's up for you guys to decide. 🌼

♡ Prompt 31: “Shh, I can hear your heartbeat.”

What Comes Naturally

There was an abundance of memories to hold onto as summer began to bid farewell. Each of them sweet, and owning a small fraction of your heart. The days, once long, were beginning to grow shorter, and nature itself was slowing to the new rhythm of the atmopshere. It beautiful time of transition.

But a rather peculiar round of thoughts had started to cultivate within your mind. They were dense and somewhat dark, awaiting the moment in which they could release their rain.

Their accumulation had been on the basis of value. The value you were adding to the world, specifically; was it enough? Could you be working more, creating more? Did strangers walk away remembering you? Did you better the lives of those around you? There were as many doubts as there were questions. And they all seemed to have come out of nowhere, plaguing you suddenly.

It was an unfortunate headspace to have fallen into. All things considered, you should’ve been happy. Happier than you were, at least, because it was the dawn of your favorite season. Yet you’d woken up and found yourself wondering if you were doing enough.

That afternoon rolled around quickly. You were curled up on the couch when Bucky returned home from his routine run. He lifted his hand in a wave, to which you responded with a quiet hi. The earbuds you had in played a song that served as a feeble distraction from your worries. You watched as he went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, taking a few big gulps. He focussed on you as he drank.

Then he set the bottle on the kitchen island, and dabbed his mouth with the back of his hand. A furrow formed between his brows as sweat glistened above along his hairline. “You okay, doll?”

The question barely registered, but you read his lips. Before speaking, you paused the song. “Yeah, m’fine. Just relaxing”

You might as well have been glass with the way his gaze went through you. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” he said, running a hand through his hair. A brief moment of silence passed. “We’ll talk when I’m done, okay?” There was a knowing to his tone.

All you did was nod, gratefully.

A couple minutes after he left the kitchen, you ended up padding to the bedroom as well. Rather than bothering with another distraction, you simply laid on your back across the bed. You stared at the ceiling as the sound of running shower water emitted from the bathroom. And though it was faint, you could also hear the timbre of Bucky’s voice as he hummed a tune. You closed your eyes, finding solace in the fact that he was near, and willing to listen.

By the time he came out, you’d dozed off into a light sleep. As soon he gave your knee a few gentle squeezes, your eyes fluttered open. There was a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Damp locks of his hair fell into his forehead, and a beige bath towel was wrapped around his waist. You sat up with a soft grunt, and he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before moving to get dressed. You caught of whiff of his cedar body wash in the process.

“Love you,” you murmured, rubbing your eyes.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he said. “Wanna start telling me ‘bout what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

For a few seconds, all you did was look down at your socked feet and kick them. You heard a couple of dresser drawers open as Bucky saught out the clothes he was going to wear. “I feel like there’s something more I could be doing,” you finally said, turning to look at him. He’d tossed his towel onto the bed put on a pair of blue boxers.

“Something more?” He repeated as he pulled a black shirt over his head. “What do you mean?” His eyes met yours with genuine curiosity, wanting to understand.

You sighed, picking at the bed comforter. “The world is so big and people are out there doing so many different things, and it feels like I’m not doing nearly as enough. Like there are ways for me to step up that I’m not acknowledging,” you explained. “Like I’m missing the mark.”

Bucky put on a pair of sweat shorts before walking to take a seat beside you on the edge of the bed. He looked intently into your eyes. “What mark do you think you’re missing?”

“That’s the thing, I don’t know,” you said, tone raising slightly. “There are people like you who go out and save the world, and do all of these crazy, larger than life things. People who have huge, innovative ideas that change entire industries. People who massive followings because they’re encouraging, or funny, and whatnot. And they all add so much to the world.”

Bucky thought about interjecting, but decided to let you continue. “It seems like I’m hardly doing anything. I at least try to leave a good impression on everyone I meet. And I try to extend the best of myself to the people I care about.” You turned your gaze from him, and directed it to the floor.

“But now there’s something’s telling me that I should be trying harder. And I don’t even know what that’s supposed to look like.” Bucky had began to run a comforting hand up and down your thigh. You released a harsh huff of air, not even realizing you’d been working yourself up. “I don’t even know where all of this is coming from. I just feel off, and...”

You fell silent when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him. Pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, his stubble brushing against your skin. There was warmth radiating from his body, and he smelled good. So good. You let your head tilt to rest on his shoulder, and looked down to where your knee was brushing against his. Suddenly, it seemed as though everything you’d previously said was immature and incomprehensible.

“I’m sorry,” you started. “Maybe I’m just being—”

“Shh,” he coaxed. Then he said something that caught you off guard, and took your mind off of everything else, “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Wait, what?” You breathed. “No you can’t.” When Bucky chuckled, light and airy, you lifted your head. “Can you really?” Your voice was soft with a disbelieving edge.

“Yes,” he said, letting his arm slip from around you. “Lay down for a second.” You did, and he fell onto his back as well.

There the two of you were, chests rising with your breaths, looking up at the ceiling.

You waited for him to explain himself or say something else, but he didn’t for a while. The air was quiet long enough that you figured it was only a matter of time before you began to hear your own heartbeat, or possibly even his. You didn’t, of course, and Bucky eventually broke the ambience that had established itself.

“I can hear it,” he confirmed, turning to look at you. “But just barely ‘cause it’s not as strong now.”

“Because I’ve calmed down?” He hummed in agreement. You studied his handsome features and began to smile. "I didn’t know could do that,” you told him. “I mean, I knew your hearing was good, but to be able to hear a heart beating is… cool.”

“Yeah. I just have to be close enough and focus extremely hard,” he explained. “And you wanna know what I have to say about adding value to the world?”

You’d almost forgotten about what you expressed to him in the moments prior. Almost. “What?”

He propped himself up on his metal arm, and placed his flesh one on your chest over your heart. He could feel the gentle thump against his palm. “This, right here, is all you need to know that you’re adding value; the fact that you’re alive,” he said, smiling when you placed your hands overtop of his. “Everyday you’re adding value in a way only you can. Even if it’s not always through some big and over the top demonstration.

“Just be and do what comes naturally. One day that might be saving a city, another day that may be making somebody laugh. Who’s to say they aren’t equally important in the end? They both effect how the future plays out, right?” He quirked his brows.

It was moments like that when you realized just how much of life he'd lived and how much wisdom he'd earned over the years. Even if you had've racked your brain, you wouldn't have found anything capable of standing up against his words. You took his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.

“Right.”

-

Thank you so much for reading! Consider sticking around for more. <3

[youcanteverchangeme]

So bit of a long one!

It’s been playing on my mind a lot. Should I invite my father to my wedding? My parents divorced when I was 11, prior to that my dad was my favourite parent. He made all these promises during the divorce that he would see us and take us out and whatnot. And he did a little but slowly it started to fade. He would cancel, not show up and then just cut down the amount he saw us. A few years later he got married to a woman I honestly barely know. We met her but she made no effort to get to know my sister or I and pretty much is a stranger. That’s when things cut off, dad really didn’t see us. He would bring presents for birthdays and Christmas at first but then it became he’d just transfer us money. We stopped buying him Father’s Day gifts because we never saw him to give him them. At 16ish I wrote him a massive letter basically explaining how our faded relationship had ruined me and I really wanted him to start making an effort, I missed him. But it was to no avail, nothing changed. When I left the country it got worse, I tried to message him when I was coming home in the hopes he’d offer to see me but no. I gave him my addresses every time I moved in hopes he might come to me, no. Just a card at the holidays and my birthday, and money. Texts around those times to check I was alive basically and that was it. I’ve never cut him off or said I don’t want to see him, even though at one point I really wanted to (my mum advised me not to) it’s all on him to not make the effort. He pretends to everyone that it’s fine though he uses the update texts I’ve sent to fill in his side of the family on what I’m up to as if he’s spoken to me. I told him I was engaged because my sister was worried he might find out in other ways and be cross, I really didn’t see the point in him knowing when I known for years that I would never invite him to my wedding. He burnt the bridge. He then told my auntie, she sent a card and money. I feel bad because my auntie was kind of there more than he was she’d come over to our house at my birthday because she lived around the corner and would bring me a gift and stuff. I said to my mum I maybe should invite her but then I know she would wonder why my dad wasn’t there and would tell him and all dramas would ensue. And frankly I can’t be arsed with the drama. My fiancé said it’s my decision but he thinks I should be the ‘bigger person’ and invite my dad. I’m low key tired of being the ‘bigger person’ when I’m the child and I did nothing wrong. I want this to be the big wake up call to my dad that I don’t see him as a parent anymore. Even if I did invite him I would not feel comfortable having him walk me down the isle as if he did anything for me. He would just use that to be to everyone else ‘look how proud dad I am’ when he’s not. My mum said I have no reason to feel guilty about not inviting him when he’s done nothing but try to buy my affection with gifts and not actually be there for me. He never attended my graduation so it’s not the first life event he’s missed and the last time I saw him in person was my granddads funeral in 2018, which I only attended to support my granny. I feel selfish for wanting myself to be happy and not worried on the big day when I know if he was there it would just put a damper on my mood, because I would be worried my mum would say something about it. And I know it will upset him to not be invited because he thinks he’s still dad of the year for sending money on the obligated occasions. He doesn’t see the hurt he’s caused.

Am I being horrible?