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[spiderlilyforlife]

[First Mission]

@krislgfox (sorry ı forgot the tag😭🙏)

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 27

Part 1  Part 26

Eddie drags the kiddie pool into the gym, cursing under his breath. This is such a waste of time. They have absolutely no proof Supergirl’s powers are even real, much less that she’ll be able to contact Steve on the other side.

“This is taking too long,” Eddie grumbles.

Uncle Wayne gives him a warning look from where he’s attaching extensions to the hose they’d dragged into the gym from the pool room. “We need to figure out where he is before we go in, guns blazing.”

“He’ll be in the trailer!” Eddie says heatedly. “Like I said!”

Wayne’s brows furrowed just like the last time he’d said that. Like the idea of rich boy Steve Harrington willingly hanging out in their trailer was too much for him to take on faith alone.

Joyce, not moving from her place next to Supergirl, smiles at him pityingly. “It’s going to be dangerous, sweetie,” she says, voice low. “We need to make sure that he’s still—”

“Alive?” Will asks. He’s sitting on the bleachers, smushed between all his friends, wringing his hands. Beside him, Mike grabs one of his hands, stopping him from bruising his knuckles with the force of his pulling. Will squeezes his hand hard enough that Mike winces. He doesn’t pull his hand away, just clutches his other hand onto his own knee. Eddie aches.

Joyce doesn’t answer, but she meets her son’s gaze, eyes shining, and that’s answer enough.

“He is,” Eddie asserts, barely feeling better when Will nods.

“We’re already set up, kid,” Hopper says, dumping pounds of what looks like salt into the pool. “A couple more minutes can’t hurt.”

Eddie shares a loaded look with Will. None of them understand how quickly things can go bad over there, how hurt Steve already was. They can’t feel the way there’s a tug in Eddie’s sternum, pulling him toward the other boy.

Joyce settles Supergirl into the pool, soothing her, holding her hand. The girl looks like an alien with the dark glasses obscuring her face, casting darker shadows onto her face in the already-dark gym. She looks like a corpse, floating there, with no

Then, it’s silence. And waiting. Eddie wants to scream at her, demand answers. What’s she seeing? Is Steve okay?

Even more so when the lights start flickering again. Eddie backs up on instinct, lowering his center of gravity to crouch in front of Will as the kid clutches at the loose hem of his pant leg.

The flickering stops as the girl gasps. The lights go out, making the water she’s floating in seem like a dark pit of oil. Eddie almost excepts the dark, grasping claw of the Demogorgon to come out of its depths and yank her down. It doesn’t.

“Is Steve okay?” Will calls, voice quiet. “Is he okay?”

She doesn’t twitch, like she didn’t hear him at all. The silence makes Eddie’s toes curl into the soles of his boots to keep him in place. He feels Will’s nails through the material of his pants as the kid holds on tighter. Their collective breathing, so loud in the silence, seems like it’s echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

Then, Supergirl speaks.

“It’s dark.”

Eddie pictures Steve, huddled into himself on Eddie’s bed, waiting for them to come back to him. Maybe he’s changed into a pair of Eddie’s clothes, his own covered with blood and grime. Maybe he’s snooping through Eddie’s things. He hopes Steve doesn’t look under his bed.

“Not here.”

It hits like a punch. He staggers a little, and another small fist clutches onto his shirt. Maybe Will’s other hand, maybe one of the other kids. He doesn’t look away from the pool to check.

“What do you mean ‘not here?’” Eddie demands.

There are tremors running through his whole body. He barely feels it, wonders if he’s inside his body at all, right now.  

“Big house,” Supergirl says.

“Oh, no,” Eddie says.

Eddie thinks of that poor dog that used to always be chained up three trailers down from theirs until the Parker’s packed their shit up and moved away. When approached, the dog would cower into the front porch it was chained to, making itself hidden and small. Eddie used to try to pet it, but there’s only so much a dog can take before it turns mean, starts snapping at anything that moves.

Everyone had thought the Parker’s had taken the dog with them. They’d all shaken their heads at the poor treatment but washed their hands of the business before doing a thing to try and help.

They’d found the dog three weeks later when the smell had gotten too much. It’d crawled under the porch and died. Even when home was full of monstrous thing, it’d still drug its body back there for its final resting place.

“I know where he is,” Eddie whispers.

That first night, Steve had dragged Eddie into his closet on instinct, like it was the only place they’d be safe. Like a dog slinking under the porch to die.

Eddie runs toward the pool, feels small hands try to hold on before they give way. He drops to his knees next to the pool, barely stopping himself from shaking the little girl floating inside it. He clutches the side, shouts down at her, “tell him we’re coming.”

“Your friends,” she whispers into the darkness of the gym, “they’re coming for you.”

She’s quiet for a minute, before saying, “he says to hurry.”

“Tell him to stay where he is,” Hopper says.

“Just hold on a little longer, Steve,” she says.

“Steve?” Eddie says, quiet like he’s still sitting beside him in Steve’s closet, knees knocking as his hanging clothes shroud them. “I’m coming.”

Then Supergirl’s yelling, “Steve!” on repeat, like he’s drifting away. Like she’s trying to get to him.

Eddie reaches in for her, just as Joyce does, their fingers tangling on the girl as they both pull her up and out.

“Okay, okay.” Joyce says, “I’ve got you. You did so good.”

“Is Steve okay?” Eddie demands. His voice comes out as a croak.

Wayne crouches down beside him, old knees popping, and clutches his shoulder. Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off Supergirl. She raises her head slowly, eyes filled with tears as she slowly raises her eyes and meets his gaze, looking like she’d rather look anywhere else.

She shakes her head slowly. “We have to hurry,” she says. “He is out of time.”

Part 28

[starlightkun]

finders keepers ⇢ teaser 1

⇢ teaser word count: 1162 | full fic: 37.8k total (22.7k & 15.1k) ⇢ genre: sci-fi/science fantasy au, soulmate au, alien!jungwoo, human!reader, slow burn, fluff and angst ⇢ warnings: blood/injury mentions (but like, alien blood, if that makes a difference?), a couple needle/injection mentions, if u get secondhand embarrassment this one might hurt in places, a couple crude jokes about alien stuff iykwim (reader’s friends r kind of the worst), this fic is just a rlly sweet soulmate au i swear idk why these tags look horrendous 😭 ⇢ extra info: this will be released in two parts bc of tumblr’s 1000-block limit that was put in place to hurt me personally :)) BUT both parts will be released on the same day ⇢ estimated release: saturday, november 30, 2024, 3:00 p.m. eastern time (sign up for my taglist here)

At your building, Johnny and Jaehyun helped you drag the spaceman up to your apartment on the third floor, and you had them deposit him on your bed. Johnny brought his travel vet kit up from the car, and together, you managed to get the shiny silver jacket off of him. Underneath, he had a fairly plain white top, which was also torn and blood-soaked. Johnny snapped on a pair of gloves before he pushed the hem up to appraise the stranger’s side, where there was a huge gash in his flesh.

“Oh, Christ, okay,” Johnny sighed, inspecting the wound. “I guess I’ll disinfect and suture it up?”

“Just do it,” you mumbled, pressing a towel to the man’s sweat-sheened forehead.

“Jaehyun, mind assisting?”

“You do know the ‘Dr.’ I put in front of my name is just decorative, right? It’s in Poetry—”

“And now you can brag to all your colleagues that you’ve done real medicine like a real doctor,” Johnny snapped back. “Disinfectant, get it.”

With Jaehyun assisting him, Johnny made quick work of patching him up. Pressing the bandages down over the site so the adhesive would stick, Johnny then disposed of his navy-splattered gloves. He grabbed a stethoscope, putting the end up against the spaceman’s chest.

“I think he’s alive?” Johnny announced. “I don’t know. If he is, he doesn’t have a heart because I’m not getting anything.”

He shifted the placement, presumably to listen to his breathing, and an even more bewildered look overtook his features. Sliding the stethoscope over to the right side of the man’s chest, he sat there for a moment, just listening.

“It’s on the other side,” he breathed out. “His heart’s on the right side.”

“But he has a heartbeat?” You clarified.

“Yeah, he does. Faint, but it’s there. He’s breathing, too. A bit shallow, but otherwise normal. I think.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

“I don’t think there’s anything else I can do until he wakes up. If he wakes up.”

“Right, thank you Johnny,” you smiled wearily your friend. “I’ll call you when he wakes.”

Jaehyun and Johnny looked at each other skeptically. Jaehyun spoke up, “You’re going to stay here alone with some rando we literally pulled out of a burning hunk of metal?”

“My couch only fits one person. So unless you two are offering to sleep on the floor to protect me or whatever?”

“Call us if anything happens,” Johnny sighed, packing up all of his supplies.

“Of course,” you nodded. “Thanks, guys.”

You heard the sound of your front door clicking shut as you stayed sitting on the edge of your mattress, wiping the spaceman’s face. He really did look human, two eyes that were now shut, lashes resting on his cheeks, a nose practically just like yours, with an elegant slope to the bridge, and a pair of plush, pouty lips.

He let out a soft sigh, his head rolling over towards you. But then he went silent and still again.

You finished cleaning up his face as best you could, then pulled the covers up over him. Readjusting his bangs that had been stuck together by the damp washcloth you’d used, you gave a final determined nod to nobody in particular before standing up. Grabbing a change of pajamas from your dresser, you got everything you’d need from in here for the night, then went to leave.

“Alright…” You stopped at the threshold of your bedroom, looking over the spaceman’s sleeping figure one last time. “Goodnight, I suppose.”

And with that, you turned the lights out, and quietly closed the door behind you. You were sure to leave it slightly ajar, though, just in case. After taking a much-needed shower and getting ready for bed in your bathroom, you headed out to the living room. You set up a few pillows and blankets into a comfy-enough makeshift bed, then tucked yourself in. Despite the exhaustion in your muscles, the excitement of the night hadn’t worn off yet, and you laid awake for another hour just staring at your bedroom door.

Waking up in the morning to sunlight streaming in through your living room windows, you covered your eyes with a groan and rolled over to bury your face in the back cushions. The sound of your phone buzzing incessantly from the coffee table came, however, and with a guttural groan, you flopped back over to pick it up.

“Yeah?” You mumbled, not even checking the caller ID.

“Y/N?” It was Yuta on the other end.

“Who the fuck else would it be? You called me at whenever-the-fuck-in-the-morning.”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

“Couch,” you corrected him, swinging your feet over as you sat up properly. “I slept on the couch.”

“Gave E.T. your bed? Such a kind hostess.”

The mention of your guest woke you up more. You got to your feet, shuffling towards the bedroom with a yawn. “Yeah, you know me, I’m a fuckin’ peach.”

“So how’s the…” Yuta dropped his voice to whisper into the phone, “Alien?”

The door hadn’t moved since last night, and you cautiously pushed it open to peer inside. You could see the stranger exactly where you had left him, laying on his back under your blankets, chest shallowly rising up and down. Pushing further into the room, you hesitated on whether to try to find a pulse again. You settled for trying once around his wrist, and if it didn’t work, then you’d just have to assume he was fine.

Surprisingly, you found his pulse in one go, and it felt steady.

“Fine, I think,” you answered Yuta quietly, walking back over towards your door. “He’s breathing, he has a heartbeat. He’s just not… ambulatory.”

“Still passed out cold?”

“Yeah.”

“Imagine if he was in one of those comas that you don’t wake up from, and we just had to deal with this comatose alien.”

“Stop, you’re going to manifest that or something!” You hissed.

“Not manifesting, just joking.”

“You’re hilarious.”

“Anyway, some of us went back to the beach this morning, because Mark really wanted to see the UFO—”

“Don’t touch anything!”

“We couldn’t. The whole place is locked down. Couldn’t even park on the shoulder, it was swarming with cops. They were still putting out the fire.”

“Do you think any of the ship survived?”

“I have no clue. Doyoung said he’d ask his dad about it.”

Doyoung’s dad was the fire chief, making your participation in the conflagration last night even more dicey.

“Tell him to call me as soon as he finds out anything.”

“I think he was already planning on that, but I’ll make sure he knows.”

“Good. Also, I’m sorry for kicking you in…” You trailed off as you turned around to see two big brown eyes staring at you from your bed. “I’ve got to go, Yuta. I’ll call you back.”

“What’s hap—”

You hung up.

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@bee-the-loser @ppddpjdr @tearinka @yoursyuno @yutasputa69 @winkeuu

[tinydefector]

Hello, may I please request Jazz or Soundwave with a G/N human for your energy fluid au and their human so decides- hey, alien robot boyfriend deserves the succ? This can be before or after knowing it tastes of energy drinks, thank you for reading my ask.

Taste like a Rockstar energyfluid AU

Jazz x human

Masterlist

Jazz masterlist

Note: Link to Soundwave's

So I've only got Jazz in this one but will be posting the Soundwave one next. Just I've been bust packing to move house, so a lot of my stuff is going to be a lot slower until I finally get sent up in the new house in the next week or so. But Soundwave one will get posted next once I've finished editing it, but I wanted to get this part posted tonight and will link the soundwave own to this once it's finished.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings; smut, oral fixation, blowjobs, Energy Fluid AU

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A set of eyes linger on Jazz as the bot goes about his business. Their hands pressed under their chin. "Baby what are you doing?" They call out. 

Jazz smirked subtly at their lounging form across his hab suite. "Just some routine maintenance, sweetspark," he replied cheerily, sauntering over. 

Collapsing onto a berth in a languid sprawl, Jazz flashed a roguish grin. "What's gotcha down, little light? Need some quality time with your mech?" His field pulsed flirtatious, one hand teasing up their side in practised caresses. Leaning in till his vented air brushes against their skin, Jazz murmured tantalisingly. 

"I know just the thing to chase away the blues," he purred, nipping the shell of their ear. And Jazz aimed to savour every moment, coaxing giggles from them. They laughed as he pulled them closer. "JAZZ omg you dirty Bot!" They laugh while kissing him.

Jazz flashed a saucy grin against your lips, mischief flicker across his visor. "Aww c'mon sweetspark, you know you love it," he teased, swiftly flipping their thrashing forms. 

Trapping wrists above amid peals of laughter, Jazz smirked down at their flushed form. His engine rumbled approval, frame tingling where they wrestled against his immovable grips. 

"Now where were we?" Jazz mused aloud, relishing their laughter and kisses. Leaning in till breaths mingled, he whispered temptingly, "Was it...here?" Metal lips trailed ticklish along their jaw, pausing to playfully nibble sensitive zones wrung gasps and halfhearted protests. 

"Mmm Jazz!" They whine out. Jazz chuckled warmly against their neck, engine revving at the music of his name upon soft lips. His field pulsed ardent waves, fingers kneading plating alike skilled hands upon a well-worn instrument. 

"That's it sweetride, sound heavenly for me," Jazz purred between nuzzling kisses, hydraulics subtly readjusting to nestle closer still. His very struts thrummed in time to their quickening heartbeat. Every shiver, hitching vent, soft gasp and rumbles from theirs and Jazz’ own frame. His lover grew ever more receptive to each gentle glide of his servos, turning them into putty.

It was in such intimacy Jazz found home with them. As much as they enjoyed it they slowly pulled away. "Mmm wanna try something" they state while resting on his lap as he lounges back on the berth. Their hands slowly tracing over his chassis and tanks. 

Jazz arched a brow ridge curiously, venting softly. Visor locked with their dancing gaze, patiently waiting as their minds worked through myriad potentials. "Sure thing sweetspark," he replied easily. As Jazz relaxed pliant against the berth, guiding them by the hips softly. 

"I'm all yours, little light. whatcha got in mind?" Jazz asked. 

They move slowly to be between Jazz' thighs looking up at him. "Can I give you a Blowjob, heard something from Astoria and wanted to see if its true." They state with a smile. Their hands running along the metal of his thighs.Jazz blinked in mild surprise, It makes him wonder what powerglides partner has told them. 

"Well now, wouldn't mind findin out for myself," Jazz replied, frame buzzing with pleasant anticipation. "Gonna show this mech some new tricks? Have at it, sweetspark. I'm all yours t'enlighten." Jazz teases giving their back an eager squeeze. Their hands come over his interface panel. Teasing along the seams. "Gonna open this up for me?" They hum as their eyes flick back to meet his visor. They slowly run their tongue along the edge of the panel.

Jazz exvented a shuddered vent as their tongue traced the sensitive seams, cooling fans whirring at the electrifying promise mere touches awoke. His frame sang readiness. Retracting his interface panelling  granting full access for his human, baring his spike, Lubricant tingled lines eager. 

Their breath alone elicited trickles of transfluid leaking between swollen nodes, pressurised lines aching for contact. His field pulsed in rolling waves of want, engine revving in anticipation. "That's it sweetspark, you got it," Jazz rasped encouragingly, digits flexing against the berth in self-restraint from tugging their head down to take him into their mouth..

They laugh softly at how needy Jazz seemed to be, their hand finding his spike as they kiss the tip, running kisses against the length of it. Eyes widening slightly as they lap at the small amount of trans fluid leaking from him. "Oh my God it's true what Astoria said!" they state almost in disbelief before their eyes shoot to his valve. Jazz ventilations grow ragged, valve clinching emptily.     

"Primus, sweetspark...what did she tell ya?” he asked through a shaky breath. They run their tongue along his valve before answering. "She told me that when she and Powerglide got it on, his transfluid apparently tasted like an energy drink. And I wanted to see if she was lying" they hum before lapping at his valve again, hand slowly working his spike as they took in his sweet taste. "She wasn't lying you taste like a Rockstar" they giggle

Jazz gasped and moaned loudly, spike pressurising even harder at erotic notions of their wet tongue delving previously unknown valving. "Yer makin' this mech feel brand new, t'drive m'circuits crazy like this?" Jazz gasped a static-laced tone as they worked his valve and spike. 

Their lips eagerly work against him, lapping up the transfluid leaking down his spike before moving right back to his valve eating him out as if it were Their last meal. "Come on Jazzy '' they tease as their other hand comes up to tease the nodes of his valve.

Their greedy mouth alone elicited gushes transfluid threatened to drown keen sensors, His frame arches desperately, valve clenching pathetically against nothing. Jazz threw his helm back with a static-laced cry as their greedy mouth wrapped around his spike, transfluid gushing unchecked splattering across their skin. His form short circuits overload, frame bucking almost violently Every flick of their bold tongue and graze of probing digits sent charge scorching circuits near rupture, dragging drawn-out overloads from the very brink of sanity.

"Frag, sweetspark-! You're gonna drain me dry!" Jazz gasped pleadingly, gripping berth till plating dented beneath his uncaring grip. Slick pink fluid flowed in unchecked floods to greet their lip, chest and arms. Jazz keened a static-laced cry, valve spasming helplessly against the divine torment of their ravenous mouth. 

"Frag-! Gonna make this mech melt down if ya keep that up, sweetspark!" Jazz pleaded through clenched dentae. They laugh softly against his spike as they slowly take it into their mouth fingers pressing into his valve as they work him up for an overload. "Taste so good Jazz, please want some more" they coo, a flicker of Mischief in their eyes. 

Jazz keenly cried out again, desperate pleas dissolving into static-laced nonsense as their sinful mouth engulfed his weeping spike once more. greedy swallowing and teasing.

"Y-you'll be the death of me, sweetspark..." Jazz gasped raggedly, ventilation cycling uselessly, "But what a way t'go...a-ain't never felt nothin' like it!"

His spike pulsed desperate spurts transfluid. Their lips eagerly lap up the bright transfluid, it coats their fingers and runs down the side of their lips as they now work on cleaning him of the mess. "Enjoy that baby?" They ask with a smirk across their painted lips as they look up at him. 

Jazz exvented raggedly, entire sensornet singed raw in the aftermath of your ravaging ministrations. "Making this mech melt down inta a puddle a parts, ya deviant thing," Jazz rasped affectionately through a loopy grin, too blasted to form a decent sentence. They are quick to crawl back up his form. Pressing their lips to his in a kiss, fingers caressing his helm. "Sooo... interest in doing that again in the future?" They hum against his lips

He vented a soft laughter, sated systems buzzing pleasantly in the afterglow. "Mmm, more de happy to do that again" Jazz rumbled in a contented reply. His visor dimming tiredly with warm amusement, "Think I just might be addicted t'you, sweetspark."

[callofdudes]

Dropping all my AU thoughts on you. (Lovingly) pt1??

Hunger Games AU: All of 141 bring previous victors from their games who find solace with each other in the capital. Would go through what they experienced in their individual games and how they won. But when the victors face off comes they all have to work together to end the games permanently.

Skyrim AU: Ghost works with the Dark Brotherhood. Johnny is 1000% a Companion. Gaz is a bard who is also attending the College of Winterhold to become a mage. Price is either a leader of the Companions, or he's a captain of the Imperial Guard. Don't exactly have a proper plot. And Gaz is obviously a redguard. Price is definitely a Nord. John is probably a mix of either Breton and Nord or something. It just makes sense. And Ghost is an Imperial. It just makes sense and I can't explain why!

Or, another Skyrim idea: Johnny as the dragonborn and Simon as a Daedric Prince of Akotosh who chooses to serve Johnny after doubting Alduin's reign.

Transformers AU: It could go either way, I envision it with Ghost as a Tranformer. He's the last of his squad who escaped captivity (I hope you catch on) and is sent to earth to protect Intel and find a place to stay. Runs into the annoying Scottish mechanic when his paint is dinged up. Or Simon as the angry mechanic who does not want to fix this alien thing that keeps yapping all day.

Rise of the Guardians AU: All the characters are there. If Y/n was present in this I'd make Ghost the angry easter Bunny who "hates his job". But if they weren't he's hands down Jack Frost. Sorry. Gaz can be Sandy (sandman) we all know who Price is, and Johnny can be the tooth fairy. If you know why, you know why.

Obviously a httyd AU: because everyone needs one. I'm already conjuring up things for Ghost's backstory it's insane.

Gaming AU: Price is a moderator for a large gaming community channel and streaming platform. He greenlights a lot of games that go through and plays them occasionally. RDR games and those likes. Johnny and Gaz definitely play the sims together. They'd play those games like Lethal Company and such. They try to play horror games but it doesn't always go well. Simon, (known to fans as Ghost) wears his mask or has one of those cool avatars. Plays horror games religiously and first person shooters which has attracted a glamorized following. Friends with Price and that's how he ended up getting together in the streaming group with Gaz and Johnny. They're annoying, but ok, they're cool.

Assassin's Creed AU: I've been working slowly on this for a while but Johnny as a sword/bow for hire whose work has slowed in the city he's at. So he packs up with friend Gaz who is going to a different city to study as a medic. Price is probably the king of said place. (I'm thinking of setting up in Greece or we're going to old Britain.) And Ghost is our famous assassin. And they meet and some stuff happens!

Not sure what to call this one (AU) As a young kid Johnny was diagnosed with ADHD and went to weekly day camp for kids like him. It wasn't particularly boring and Johnny had lots of fun. Until a new kid who is very socially awkward and reclusive starts coming. He's quiet and fidgety and doesn't make much eye contact. Johnny wants to be his friend. The story where Autistic Simon and ADHD Johnny become inseparable childhood friends.

Winged AU. I did a little thing on this a couple months ago. Some 30% of the popular are born with wings. Johnny is one of them. He's incredibly proud of his wings and it gives him some advantages and disadvantages in the military. Simon seems to hate Johnny for the sake of it. But every time Simon sees John's wings, he remembers the scars on his back and the pain of when his wings were torn off...

[gftimelordstwin]

Hey there!

Name’s Stanley Pines, though you can just call me Stan. Figured it’s about time I give this Internet thing a shot— after all, everyone’s on it these days, right?

Now, I’m not the brains of the operation, that’s my brother Ford. He’s the one with all the fancy titles nowadays, but I’m the guy who gets things done. We travel through dimensions pretty regularly. Y’know, fighting off whatever weird alien or monster decides to show its ugly face. Nothing we can’t handle, of course!

PINES! PINES! PINES!

Anyway, I’m not one for long speeches. Just thought I’d introduce myself. Stick around, who knows what might happen next.

See ya around! - Stanley Pines

OOC: OH WOW THIS BLOG WAS LONG OVERDUE- anyway here's the companion blog for Stanley to my other blog @gftimelord because I actually couldn't help myself HAHAHA! My main blog is @matrixbearer2024! Lee is mostly still same old same old, he's just a hidden genius and dubbed 'carer' to Doc. In terms of the Doctor Who franchise, he's similar to any timelord's companion(e.g. Bill, Clara, Donna, etc.) I'll mostly have him set post-weirdmageddon but I'm open to shifting whichever point in time for questions or RPs, have fun everyone! P.S. Down below are insights to his character and inventory for anyone interested or planning to interact with him!

Lee's inventory:

Multitool:

Lock Picking: Designed to pick locks of all kinds, from standard doors to more advanced mechanisms.

Electronic Fiddling: Can be used to tinker with small electronics and gadgets, though Lee prefers more practical solutions over technology when he can.

Simple Mechanical Fixes: Handy for quick mechanical repairs, Lee uses this when brute force isn’t the best option.

The Doctor(AU Stanford)’s Old Blaster:

Energy Weapon: A basic blaster for ranged combat, though Lee doesn’t often use it unless necessary. He prefers the physical satisfaction of a fistfight but keeps it for emergencies.

Adjustable Power: The blaster has multiple settings for stunning, damaging, or disabling targets, though Lee usually keeps it simple.

Brass Knuckles:

Close-Combat Weapon: Lee’s weapon of choice in most situations. He’s skilled at hand-to-hand combat and uses these to pack an extra punch in a fight.

Durability: Built to withstand multiple hits and heavy use, these knuckles are well-worn and reliable.

Zygon Forcefield:

Personal Shield: A protective barrier which protects him from the worst injuries in dangerous situations. Lee often uses this out of caution which makes him ridiculously hard to kill and all the more dangerous in close-combat situations.

Camouflage: For a temporary time, the advanced zygon technology refracts and manipulates light to turn Lee invisible to the naked eye. This can be activated and disabled manually.

Energy Absorption: The shield absorbs incoming energy-based attacks but has a limited capacity before needing to recharge.

Repair Box:

Immortality: A set of nanobots that constantly repairs and heals injuries on Lee’s body, making him functionally immortal. Age and illness won’t kill him, but fatal injuries still pose a threat.

Healing Factor: Non-fatal wounds heal rapidly, allowing Lee to recover quickly from injuries that would incapacitate others.

Autonomy: Lee made Ford promise never to bring him back once he chooses to end it, granting him control over his immortality.

Watch/Log Recorder:

Travel Logs: Keeps track of multiverse coordinates and records short, practical notes on their journeys.

Dimensional Awareness: Helps Lee keep track of which dimension he's in, providing useful information about their location and any notable anomalies.

Communicator: Think like how a smart-watch can send and recieve calls and messages, his watch functions the same way with it's other added functions.

Coin:

Fidget Tool: Lee keeps this coin as a simple distraction, flipping it when he’s thinking or waiting. It’s a grounding tool for him during tense moments.

Memory Keepsake: While he never talks about it, the coin holds sentimental value for Lee(Soos gave it to him).

Stack of Cards:

Games: Used to pass the time or engage in games of skill, these cards are always on hand. Lee’s excellent at card games and has a natural sleight of hand.

Distraction: In tight spots, Lee’s been known to use the cards to distract or mislead enemies.

Satchel (Hidden Under His Blazer):

Storage for Small Gadgets: This satchel contains his coin, cards, and other small items. Lee keeps it concealed under his blazer for easy access.

Minimalist: True to Lee’s practical nature, he carries only what he needs, keeping the satchel lightweight and easy to hide.

Bigger On The Inside: The bag functions like a small bag of holding without the weight restraint, Lee can fit a surprising amount of items in it thanks to how it functions.

Lee's Appearance:

Lee wears a dark brown blazer mostly to keep himself warm, also having more layers on adventures when clothes are prone to tearing is generally a bonus!

He also sports a red beanie with his signature icon(the oyster) on it since it reminds him of home, also because Mabel gave it to him.

Started wearing gloves to protect his hands more since his knuckles and palms constantly get scratched up from all his roughousing(and fighting).

His sachel is always tucked under his blazer out of precaution(to avoid being pickpocketed or it being stolen off him), his pockets are more for his hands than anything.

Wears boots under his trousers since he thinks they're just more practical.

Key Quotes About Lee:

"If it's stupid but it works, it ain't stupid."

"Work hard, play hard."

"Rule number one: The Doctor lies."

"Good men don’t need rules."

"Never be cruel, never be cowardly. Hate? That’s just dumb. Love’s a whole lot wiser. Be kind, even when it’s hard."

"I do what I do ‘cause it’s right. It’s decent. And above all, it’s kind. If I run today, good people are gonna die. But if I stand and fight, some might make it. Maybe not all, maybe not long, but that’s good enough for me."

"Brains and cruelty don’t mix, never have, never will."

"Sure, a straight line’s faster, but c’mon, where’s the fun in that?"

"Don’t go flexin’ muscle for no reason. You’ll just embarrass yourself. But if you’re mad? Yeah, go ahead, throw a punch."

"You know when folks tell you everything’s gonna be fine, but you don’t buy it? Well, I’m telling you— everything’s gonna be fine."

"This is me, right here, right now. What matters is who I am, not who I used to be."

"In all my time across the multiverse, I ain’t met a single person who wasn’t important. Not once."

"There’s no point in bein' grown up if you can’t be a kid sometimes."

"You don’t just quit. You don’t let stuff happen. You stand up and say, 'No!' You do what’s right, even when everyone else runs for the hills."

"I’m not runnin’ away from anything, I’m runnin’ to it. Before it fades out forever."

"Great men are made in fire. Sometimes, it’s the ones who light the match that never get the credit."

"My back’s killin’ me. Guess it’s ‘cause I’m stuck carryin' the weight of all these deadbeats who crush everyone else’s dreams."

"Call me by my full name again, and I’ll remove your organs in alphabetical order. Got it?"

"There’s better stuff to do today. Dying? That can wait."

"Letting things get to you? That’s called bein' alive. Best part of it, really. If you’re alive right now, you’re doin' fine."

"I’m always gonna be the optimist. The guy hopin' for the impossible, dreamin’ about what comes next."

"We’re all stories, y’know? So let’s make this one a good one."

"Everything’s gotta end at some point. If it didn’t, nothin’ would ever start."

"Life’s a mix of good and bad. The bad doesn’t ruin the good, and the good doesn’t fix the bad. It’s all just... there."

"The more we learn about each other, the more we learn about ourselves."

"Yellin’ at the world ain’t gonna make it better."

"Somethin’ doesn’t add up? Well, let’s go poke it with a stick!"

"We all change, all the time. That’s how it is. And it’s okay. Just remember who you used to be, and keep movin'."

"Funny thing about stories… feels like you don’t make ‘em up. More like you stumble across ‘em. You keep diggin’ and writin’, knowin’ that somewhere out there, there’s that one perfect ending that you never saw comin’, but was always meant to be. It’s like you’ve been headed for that spot the whole time, without even knowin’ it."

"Y’know, for some people, it ain’t the big moments that matter. It’s the small, beautiful ones. That’s what life’s really about—those little sparks that make it worth all the trouble."

"We’re all capable of changin’ in ways we never imagined. But here’s the thing—ya don’t gotta lose who you are to do it. We grow, we evolve, and we still hold on to the parts of us that matter most. You get to choose who you wanna be next, and still respect who you’ve been."

[cherrycoloredfaith]

Kiss Off

Hello everyone! I'm sharing my first fic with you all over here, but chapters 7/10 are already posted on A03! See there for more tags!

rating: Explicit

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Construction Crew AU - No Upside Down, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers

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Chapter 1: One 'Cause You Left Me

If you would have stopped Steve on the street 6 months ago and told him the only job he could get in Indianapolis was joining a construction crew, he would have laughed in your face and then went home to cry himself to sleep. He didn't think he could land a dream job or anything, but to get no offers from retailers caught him by surprise and, honestly, bruised his ego. That was where his experience was, after all. He applied here on a whim of desperation after seeing the ad in a paper; he never anticipated he’d actually get a call back.

Yet, here he stands at the foot of the stairs leading to a trailer sat on a field of red dirt in the outskirts of the city. He stared at the “Munson Construction, est. 1980” signage on the door, the color bleached from years of direct sunlight. Now, the sun was blazing down in the late morning light. Freshly purchased denim, still starchy as he wipes the sweat from his hands, stiffly hugged his legs, and drops of sweat were already dripping down his back. It's only early June, but Steve can tell it's going to be a hot summer. He’s not certain he'll be able to cope.

The new work boots feel stiff and alien on his feet as he takes his steps up to the door.  Clunk, clunk, they went over the aging wooden stairs. The guy who called him to offer the job gave him a list of items he'd need to buy: jeans, work boots, white t-shirts. The uniform of his unforeseen future. Steve swallowed down his nerves and knocked on the door. 

He heard a faint call answer and turned the knob, peering in as the door swung. Old wood paneling covered the walls and a softening, patchy linoleum tile lay under his boots. His new boss, who he assumed was Wayne, looked up from addressing someone, who he assumed was another employee. 

“Harrington, right?” he said as he stood to greet Steve at the door. Holding his hand out for Steve to shake, he added, “I’m Wayne, we spoke on the phone. This here’s Eddie. Eddie, meet your new addition.”

Steve looked over. Behind a mess of long hair that definitely goes against the rules outlined to him days before, sits a man sprawled in a chair, legs up on the edge of the desk to balance his seat on the hind legs. After a sigh and the slightest shake of his head, the man, Eddie, swung around to shoot Steve a dazzling–clearly forced–smile that caused his stomach to flip. Under different circumstances, Steve would have blushed. The first thing he noticed was that the man was beautiful–and clearly not happy with his presence. Caught off guard, Steve looked to Wayne, trying not to make the wrong move, suddenly sensing the tension in the room, primarily radiating off of Eddie.

Steve cleared his throat. “Hey, it's nice to–”

With a thud, Eddie stood, his chair's legs knocking to the floor. 

"Hello. Stephan, was it? You should run off before it’s too late, Wayne runs this place like a prison. Unpaid labor, grueling hours, no benefits. Don’t even get me started on the whip,” Eddie warned, placing the back of his hand over his forehead as if he was preparing to faint and faking a shudder. Steve just raised his eyebrows.

Wayne shook his head and looked dead Steve in the eyes, “He’s just tryin’ to scare ya. You got nothing to worry about here but him.” Eddie shot Wayne a look that said he should be feared; then, he glanced back at Steve, looking him up and down. Steve felt exposed under his gaze. 

Eddie clapped his hands together, the crack causing Steve to jump. “Would love to stay and chat, but I'm gonna run off now." As his false smile fell, he huffed, pulling out a pack of smokes and skirted around Wayne and Steve in the small trailer to leave without a second glance in his direction. That's when Steve registers his outfit. Leather jacket, dark denim, and a black tee, assorted jewelry. Definitely against the rules. 

"Ah, that went about as well as I thought,” said Wayne. “Excuse him. He's rough around the edges until ya get to know 'm.” He signed and sat behind his desk once again, clearly exasperated. Steve moved into the now available chair. 

Just as he sat down, the trailer door barged open again. It was so loud that as Steve turned around, he suspected this Eddie guy had come back. Instead, in came a much younger girl, probably barely out of middle school, fiery hair tied back as she carried a bunch of rolled papers in her arms. She passed Steve, her green backpack bumping into his shoulder in the tight quarters. Dropping the stack onto the desk, she turned to address Wayne when she finally noticed him. She narrowed her eyes and looked to Wayne for an introduction. 

“Thanks, Max. This is Steve Harrington, he’s joining our team this summer. Steve, this is Max Mayfield. She helps around while she’s out of school.”

Steve shot her a gentle smile, hoping to ease the tension he saw in her eyes. “Cool, uh… nice to meet you.” 

He offered his hand; Max shook it with a surprising force. “Sure.” Despite her confidence, Steve sensed she was wary of his unfamiliar presence. He tried not to feel like he was failing this whole first impressions thing. She turned back to Wayne, “These are the updated plans they gave me. The GC wants you to call him after you look over it all, said the architect’s being a real pain in the ass.” 

Another sigh from Wayne. “Sounds about right.” Steve noticed the slight drawl of his voice, making the i’s sound like ah’s. “Could you ask Eddie to write down what he needs to go over with Steve tomorrow while I show him his way around today?” 

Max nodded and grabbed a nearby legal pad and oddly shaped pencil. She didn’t ask where Eddie was or appear frightened to face the man who had shaken Steve earlier. She exited the trailer, leaving him alone once again with Wayne. He stood up and gestured for Steve to follow out the door. 

Once outside, Wayne felt in the breast pocket of his light plaid shirt for a pack of smokes, lit one and started walking. “We only got a couple work trucks, so some crew got to ride to the jobsites on their own,” he said as he gestured to the pickup trucks parked to the side. Two identical 1980 Ford F250s sat over the red dirt. Beyond, he could see the other employee’s personal cars, his BMW sedan sticking out like a sore thumb amongst an older van and a few other pickups. He silently prayed he would never have to pull up to a construction site in his own car, thinking about the damage that could come to it, let alone the embarrassment of not owning a proper vehicle for this setting.

“I’ve got three crews working for me, but Eddie’s meets here regularly for smaller jobs. I got the others on renovation jobs all over the city. I’m trainin’ him to lead the projects, startin’ small and all,” he explained. 

“Where are the other guys on Eddie’s crew?” asked Steve.

“Gave them the day off today, while we got you adjusted. You’ll meet ‘em tomorrow mornin’ to finish up a project on the East side of town.”

Across the trailer of the main office sat another with matching white metal paneling and a shiny aluminum roof. Wayne walked them towards it. “This is our break area. I think Eds calls it the clubhouse or something or other. It's got our lockers for personal belongings, a kitchen, places to sit. Plus some storage for us. Those drawings rack up after 20 years.”

Wayne laughed; Steve smiled and nodded as if he was in on the joke.

They walked up the steps and entered. The layout looked like it wasn’t meant for work, like it was a home transformed into a shared space. Open lockers sat against the far wall, each with hanging bright yellow light vests and white construction hats, except for one which was red. Dirt had clearly been trailed in on the floors for years, marking paths throughout. One led to the kitchen, a couple fold out tables surrounded by mismatched chairs. Another led to what was clearly a bathroom; Steve wandered over, pleasantly surprised to find it very clean despite the disheveled state of the rest of the house. He registered the shower before turning back to Wayne. 

“It’s there if you need it. No guarantee you’ll stay clean once you step out,” Wayne laughs, looking to the floor, still smoking his cigarette. Steve looked past him at the doorway to what should have clearly been a bedroom. The door was shut. 

“Ed’s office,” he answered the silent question.

“How long has Eddie worked here?” Steve tried not to admit to himself he was curious about him. 

“Ever since he was a teenager. He’s been here about…six years, now, I s’pose. I been looking after him that long at least.” He must have seen the question on Steve’s face. “He’s my nephew.”

Oh. Steve nodded. “What about Max?”

“She joined last summer, she’s my neighbor back at home. Her mom needed some help keeping her out of trouble, and she gets along great with the guys. I keep her from doing any dangerous work, just odd tasks here and there for her. Don’t know how long she’ll let me keep that up though,” he explains.

“She likes it?” He was surprised. 

“Oh yeah, she loves it. You’ll get to know her over the summer.” Wayne turns to Steve, suddenly serious, pointing his cigarette butt at his chest, “You seem like a great fellow, but I don’t know ya that well. No goddamn funny business. We look out for her, one slip up, you’re outta here.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, putting the pieces together. “No- yes- of course, I wouldn’t dream of it. She seems like a great kid.”

Wayne nodded, satisfied with Steve’s response, “Good, good. Let’s go on and get your paperwork sorted out and I’ll tell you about the jobs we got goin’.” 

Steve followed him out of the trailer, taking a deep breath of muggy air once he stepped outside. At least the guy in charge seemed to like him. He would have to try harder the next day to land in Eddie’s good graces if he’s really going to work directly under him. 

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“Rob, what the fuck am I doing?”

Steve was staring at the wall across from the couch as he sat on it upside down, legs hanging over the back and his head off the seat cushion. The wall was bare except for a single David Bowie poster Robin had found at a thrift store down the street. Their boxes were barely unpacked, despite them having moved in four weeks ago. A few sat scattered around their few pieces of furniture, consisting of a couch, one side table, a rug, and a dining table with a pair of mismatched chairs. Late afternoon light poured in through the tall windows, heating Steve's skin where he sat. 

Steve ran his hands through his hair. The joint he’d smoked out on the fire escape did a good job of easing the tightness in his chest, but didn’t help to quiet his mind. He’d have to ask for something different next time. 

When Robin didn’t answer, he continued, “I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t know anything about concrete or wood or whatever. I probably barely know how to work a drill. Do you think they’ll make me operate a crane?”

Steve watched as Robin’s legs suddenly came into view; her hands were on her hips, looking down at him disapprovingly. How many people were going to give him that look today?

“What’s up? Why are you moping? I thought your boss liked you!” she said indignantly. 

“Well, one of them did. I think,” he answered. “The crew leader- guy- thingy.. The one who leads the crew I’m on. He didn’t seem like he wanted to meet me, like at all. He walked out after being introduced, I didn’t even have an opportunity to shake his hand.”

“Okay, that is rude,” Robin cocked her head to the side. “What did his boss say?”

“Just that he’s like that sometimes. It's his nephew, so he probably gets special treatment,” said Steve, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest, pouting. Steve sat upright from his strange position, suddenly needing a snack and a glass of water. 

Before he could get up, she was already on it, filling up a glass from the kitchen sink, and walking over to hand it to him. He drank greedily to ease his cotton mouth as best he could. 

“What was he like?” she asks.

“I don’t know, I hardly saw him, didn’t even speak to him,” he said looking at the ground, avoiding Robin’s eyes. “He didn’t look like you’d expect. And his hair definitely didn’t meet the dress code requirements,” he blurted before he could stop himself, blushing as soon as he brought it up. Robin’s eyes lit up.

“Ohh, his hair… What else did Stevie notice about his scary new boss? Pretty eyes? Good smile? Was he tall?” she teased. 

Steve put the glass on the floor and buried his face in his hands, feeling the heat coming to the surface. He decided to ignore her. “Wayne just said hair must be short or tied back! I even got mine trimmed for meeting him today just in case.”

“Fascinating,” Robin joked.

“But I’m serious, Rob. What am I even doing working this kind of job? Wayne seems nice, but there’s no way I’m going to fit in with these guys. Preppy, polo-wearing Steve Harrington working on a construction crew in the city. They’ll probably all think I’m stuck-up.” 

“Okayy, well, don’t be stuck up, then! I thought you weren’t that guy anymore,” she reminded him. “Steve, come on. They’re going to teach you everything you need to know, right? So, stop stressing.”

“I guess…” Steve gave in. He wouldn’t admit his uneasiness in front of anyone else but her. Steve wanted to appear confident, but he was out of his element. If he even had an element?

He stood and walked over to the small kitchen, deciding on a TV dinner to keep things easy. He placed the frozen tray into the microwave, and as he waited, staring as the tray rotated, he began to wonder to himself. 

Steve felt out of place, uprooted since he left home. He was excited to be here with Robin, to have so many opportunities ahead of him. He could potentially be great at this job, he could meet someone he really likes, he could create a new home. Yet, he found himself missing Hawkins; the trees, long drives in the country, always places to hide. Here, in the city, it felt stuffy. People surrounded him with their constant presence. Upstairs, downstairs, at the park, at the grocery store. He didn’t have anywhere to hide now.  Here, the unfamiliar and unknown was constantly looming, no stability in sight. There was opportunity for success but also for failure. More failures and more people to disappoint, Steve thought.

Beeeeep!

[second-axis-point]

Hey there! Could we please get a fic with Joel x male reader in which reader finds one of those really bad action movies Joel loves and they watch it together? Love your writing!! 🫶

Pairing: Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Warning: None!

Content: Fluff, Ellie’s bad jokes

This is a sort of AU where Ellie never needed to go to that Firefly hospital.I just had an Alien movie marathon so I thought it was appropriate!😄Thanks for the request!! 💚

Movie Night

You gave Ellie an apologetic look before following Joel outside. You rubbed his back gently as crumpled up the note from Bill. You saw that he was a bit shaken up but he kept a neutral face.

“I'll check the truck. You can go grab supplies and get Ellie to help you.”

You hesitate, not wanting to leave him alone. He notices and turns to face you. He puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you in slowly. He kisses your forehead and mumbles.

“I’ll be alright, I promise. Go on.”

He nods his head forward and gives you a small smile. It reassures you enough to shuffle back inside. You see Ellie still sitting at the table as you hear Joel open the creaking garage doors. You toss her an easy smile, signalling that he was alright.

“You mind bringin’ out that joke book while I grab supplies?”

She lights up and jumps to get at her pack. She pulls out the book and opens to a random page. You walk around the house taking things that you need while she follows you, spouting stupid puns.

“Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?”

Ellie stifled a laugh.

“He pasta-way.”

She lets out a loud giggle as you look through the bookshelf. You set down the box of stuff you had and thumbed through all the movies Frank had organised alphabetically.

“Did you hear about the claustrophobic astronaut?”

She laid down on the couch, book in hands.

“He just needed some space.”

Ellies eyes crinkle as her laughter fills the room once again. You grin and continue to look through the movies.

“A dyslexic man walks into a bra.”

She hides her face behind the book as you turn to look at her, eyebrows raised.

“What do you call a psychic little person who escaped from prison?”

She pauses.

“A small medium at large.”

Joel walks through the front door, reading out the punchline before Ellie could. You chuckle at the offended look on her face. He walks over to you and grabs your box before escorting it back out to the truck.

“How do you make holy water?”

Ellie checks over her shoulder to make sure Joel isn’t there.

“You boil the hell out of it.”

You hear Joel laugh as walks in once again. He had mentioned something about a movie night a few days ago and you had just found a movie that you hadn't seen in a while. You carefully pull it from the shelf.

“Hey Joel, remember this gem?”

He ambles over and takes the disc from your hand.

“Alien Resurrection? Jesus, I haven't seen this since it came out in theatres.”

He smiles and hands the familiar box back to you. You shove it into your bag and continue to salvage what you can from the late couple house. After helping Joel lift the heavy stuff into the truck, you all loaded in and set off back to Jackson.

The three of you had to carry most of the stuff due to the loss of traction. The car couldn’t make it in the snowy terrain so you hiked up to grab a few people and horses to hoist the rest of the supplies into town.

It took until sundown to get everything and everyone situated. You and Joel finally got a second to yourselves. Flopping down on the couch, you sigh.

“You still up for movie night?”

You pull the movie from your pack. He nods and sits down next to you. You get up and put the dvd in. The fact that he found a semi-functioning dvd player was the closest to a miracle you've ever witnessed. The movie started playing and you sat back down next to Joel. You pulled him closer until he was laying his head on your lap.

You ran your fingers through his hair as the movie played. The two of you laughed at the cheesy horror and the special effects. About half way through, Ellie sauntered in and plopped down next to you.

“What’s this?”

She cuddled up into your side, watching the movie.

“Alien Resurrection.”

She hummed and turned her focus on the movie. When the credits start rolling, you hear both Ellie and Joel snoring. You laugh and shuffle out from underneath them. You easily pick Ellie up from the couch and lay her down in the spare bed. You walk back to see Joel sit up and rub his eyes. He gives you a soft smile and walks over to you. You make your way back to your bedroom with Joel in tow. He was tired and a bit lovesick but you both were happy.

[jungle-angel]

Joint Lessons in History (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob love the days when you guys can lay back and enjoy the show with your classes

Tagging: @sebsxphia @bobfloydsbabe @bradleybeachbabe Helena my love, I heard you were having a bit of a rough evening and I figured you could use a little pick-me-up. I wanna write more of this AU down the road so if you wanna be on a mini taglist let me know

Friday afternoons before school vacations were always the best, because for you and Bob, it meant a joint history and literature class together. You always loved days like this, because not only would you be with Bob, but it meant shenanigans with your students before having to go home and tend to the house. Luckily for you, your mother and father-in-law were there to help keep things in order, making it easier on you and Bob.

"Alright my freaky little aliens, everybody up on those desks!" Bob announced.

The group of sixteen and seventeen year olds were excited as ever. The day before winter break was always the most exciting with Bob making it easy on them by doing review games for whatever the main lesson block was that week. This week's rewards were pieces of the endless arrays of candy and chocolate-peanut butter fudge that Bob kept in the desk drawers.

Up on the desks they went, sitting cross-legged or with their legs dangling over the edge before your class entered the room to join them.

"How goes Mrs. Floyd?" Bob mumbled before he kissed you.

"We might need to stop for coffee on the ride back," you answered. "I've had more than enough water and I'm exhausted."

"We've got the next two hours to decide where we're gonna stop," Bob told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Momma called earlier, she and Dad made us dinner for when we get home."

"Oh thank God," you sighed, relieved that your mother-in-law had done so.

Bob took his place at the front while you hopped up onto the edge of his desk, making yourself right at home on your favorite little perch.

"Pop quiz guys," Bob announced. "Rulers of Lothlorien in Fellowship of the Ring, who were they?"

"Celeborn and Galadriel!" Deshawn answered.

"Awesome dude!" Bob said, tossing Deshawn a mini kit-kat bar. "Speak friend and enter, what's the elvish word for friend?"

"Mellon!" Kelsey answered.

"Young lady, ya'll have just earned yourself a Mr. Goodbar!" Bob answered enthusiastically, reaching into the drawer of his desk and tossing the mini chocolate bar to Kelsey, the girl in the navy blue and orange varsity jacket.

"Alright, lets see if Mrs. Floyd can stump you guys," Bob said.

"Aragorn's nickname is what?" you asked.

Every possible name for the character was shouted through the room until Justin threw both of his hands up in the air. "The dude who never showers!" he blurted out.

"Justin Daly sit your ass down this instant!" Bob laughed.

You and Bob couldn't help but laugh. "Alright who's got the real nickname, c'mon, don't be shy," you told the kids.

As soon as Birdy O'Connor shouted out "Strider", a mini packet of M+Ms went flying in her direction. You and Bob were able to waste the last two hours of the day playing the game with hardly a break in between.

"Gandalf's famous words to the Balrog?!" Bob called out loudly.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!!!" the kids chorused together.

"Alright guys everybody's getting a piece for that one!"

Everyone laughed as you and Bob tossed the mini chocolate bars, packets of gummies, Nerds, Reese's peanut butter cups and mini packets of Skittles and M+Ms to your students when they answered correctly. The enjoyment of the game however, was interrupted by one of the admins ringing the handbell to signal the end of the day.

"Alright guys, you know the drill," Bob announced. "Chairs up, bags packed up and make sure nobody slips on their way out to the parking lot. It's slippery out there!"

The clatter of wood on wood echoed throughout the room as students picked up their chairs and turned them over to put them on the desk, packing up their backpacks with whatever they needed for the duration of school vacation.

"Wanna make a run to grab coffee?" Bob asked as you walked out into the freshly falling snow.

"Why not?" you asked with a cheeky little grin. "I hear they have that new chocolate-peppermint flavor you love so much."

Bob pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. "Love you Mrs. Floyd."

"Love you too Mr. Floyd," you answered, eagerly returning the kiss before you hopped into the truck and pulled out of the dirt parking lot, the heat blasting and waring you both up.

[hebuiltfive]

The Alaskan Train Crash: International Rescue, We Have A Situation.

Six months after the return of Jeff Tracy and International Rescue has finally come back off their hiatus. One of their first missions with their dad back at the helm? A mysterious train wreck in remote Alaska.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Artist!Virgil, Post season three, slight AU, Mentions of hospitals, Mentions of Blood, description of train crash, Light Angst

Series: Part 1 of The Long Game

NOTES: This has been MONTHS in the making and, I won't lie, I'm a little nervous about finally putting this out in the world. This is only the first chapter of the first part of (what I'm now thinking will be) quite a large story. Disclaimers to say that I obviously do not own any of the characters in this story. They were created by the wonderful Gerry and Sylvia Anderson. The only things I do own are the ideas and situations they end up in. Trust me, they'll end up in some sticky situations in the near future!

Read it below or on AO3 here.

The Hood’s haphazard approach to his criminal scheming, coupled with a blatant disregard for any life that wasn’t his own, only ever led to one outcome — disaster.

The unfortunate beneficiaries of today’s outcome were currently trapped under the wreckage of the buckled front carriage of a derailed freight train. The scene was horrific to look at, even with all of Scott’s years of experience and training that came with being in the rescue business. The whole of the train looked as though it had been flung from the tracks, and had flipped onto its side, except for the back carriage, which had somehow managed to stay the right way up, and the front carriage, which had been capsized completely. In stark contrast to the crisp white snow underneath the wreck, there was a dark patch of leaking oil developing. As Scott hovered in the air over the derailed train, guiding his jet pack over the wreckage to get a sense of the scope, he knew he had to work fast.

There had been three workers on board. Whilst two of the three had seemingly been rendered unconscious by the incident, one was still very much awake and aware of her current predicament. She had made sure that the receiver of her distress call also knew this. John had forewarned his older brother of the severity of this woman’s pleas for assistance whilst Scott had flown Thunderbird One to the danger zone at top speed; the way the woman had begged Thunderbird Five for help had sent shivers down (a normally stoic) John’s spine. Still, despite the advanced warning, nothing could have quite prepared Scott for the look of pure terror on that woman’s face as he landed himself beside the wreck and jogged over to that capsized front carriage.

Two Hours Earlier.

Virgil had just wanted the lounge to himself so he could finally finish his oil painting in relative peace. It had already taken him far longer than he’d expected to get the painting complete. Usually that was due to rescue missions interrupting him and not his two younger brothers, as was the case today. Gordon and Alan had come bounding into the lounge, as loud and as energetic as always, and then began to play the loudest alien-killing game they could have possibly found. Virgil knew that his easel and pallet in front of him had not gone unnoticed by the Terrible Two, but the boys didn’t seem to care. Or, rather, they didn’t seem to realise the disturbance they’d caused. That was normally the case, anyway.

Virgil should have known that asking for any semblance of peace in the Tracy household was very rarely answered. The villa was always a hive of chaotic activity, even when those rescue missions called half of the family away. As Virgil was usually on call in those situations, he rarely managed to find a moment’s grace unless he was up into the late hours of the day. As it was, the sun had already begun to set over Tracy Island and sleep would soon be beckoning to all of them. He only had a few hours left to get some painting done before Scott had another reason to berate him for staying up late again. Thankfully, Tracy Island was large enough to not only house International Rescue’s operations, but also cater enough room for everyone who lived there.

He had not long retreated from the lounge, away from Alan and Gordon’s loud but seemingly futile efforts to defeat an invading alien race, to finish up his work in his art studio.  He should have just stayed there this morning and not gone down to the lounge, but when that room was not occupied by bored, young adolescents, the lounge was just as serene as the quiet his studio offered. The views out onto the expanse of the Pacific inspired Virgil’s creative muse, and the colours seemed to flow so much better on his canvas when the warm, tropical breeze blew up through the open veranda. That being said, the picturesque scenery that now filled his peripheral was just as humbling.

His canvas, he’d carefully carried down from the lounge, had been placed on a new easel that stood in front of a large window. In the near distance Mateo stood, the rocks on the island glinting in the last rays of sun. Far more quieter than the disruption his brothers were currently causing upstairs. Content once more, Virgil started to mix the paints he needed on a new pallet.

He got all of two swipes of raw sienna onto the canvas when there was a gentle knock of knuckles against the wood of the art studio door.

“Virgil?” It was a voice that Virgil had thought he’d never hear again, up until a few months the back, that is. A voice that he was still trying to get used to hearing again after living so long without it.

Jeff Tracy had opened the door and was standing under the frame, his hands sitting idly in the pockets of his jeans. He looked over the artwork his second eldest was working on. To a stranger, or casual observer, they might have been deceived by the seemingly dark piece. With the shades Virgil had decided to use so far, that would have been an understandable mistake. But Jeff knew his sons, even after eight years of being separated from them, and he could see the hope that radiated through the painting. In the background, still only an outline and yet unfinished, he could make out the shape that he guessed would become Thunderbird Two. Jeff could see Virgil’s behemoth of a ship was to rise in the distance, to assist in the abstract disaster that was happening in the foreground. The smile that lit up his worn face gave Virgil a warm glow inside. “Looking good, son.”

In those first few weeks of Jeff Tracy’s return to earth after spending almost a decade lost in the outer reaches of the solar system, International Rescue had gone on an understandable hiatus. The Global Defence Force had offered to pick up the rescue work whilst the family became reacquainted and new routines were established. After all, just having their father sitting with them at their breakfast table in the morning again gave the boys enough of a shock. Despite the stresses and occasional disagreements that naturally came with the reshuffling and reorganising of the organisation, having their dad back was one of the greatest miracles to happen to the Tracy brothers, and they all thanked their lucky stars every day for having him home again.

“Do you have a moment?” Jeff asked, gesturing forward as a way of asking whether Virgil was okay with him stepping into his space.

By the look on his dad’s face, Virgil knew that ‘a moment’ was more than likely going to last longer than Jeff had suggested in his wording, but Virgil nodded all the same. As Jeff stepped inside and closed the door behind him, Virgil placed his pallet and paint brush on the side table beside his easel. He rubbed his paint splattered fingers on his equally paint splattered apron.

“Sure. Is everything okay?”

Virgil was used to being the one everyone came to for advice and assistance in the family. Along with Grandma Tracy, he was the soundboard that his brothers, and Kayo and Brains, relied on when they needed a solid voice of reason. Virgil never minded. He never saw any of them as a burden or a bother. Whenever they needed to seek comfort in Virgil’s warmth and way with words, Virgil was there for them.

“I wanted to just let you know that Grandma will be taking me to the mainland tomorrow.”

Virgil’s heart sank a little at Jeff’s words. He knew what his father’s words were code for, knew exactly where Grandma Tracy was taking him: the hospital. Jeff’s health had been fragile upon his return to Earth. Having had to survive eight years on a rock in the Oort Cloud, it came as no surprise to any of them. They were all wise to the fact that the situation would have been a detriment to anyone’s health, and they all were sure that, had Jeff been anyone else, he wouldn’t have lived through the ordeal for nearly as long as he miraculously had. Jeff’s health had been a major talking point in the reorganisation of International Rescue. The main question was whether he was fit enough to take back the mantel of Commander In Chief, or whether it was better for him to take a backseat and oversee operations from the sidelines instead. Both Grandma and Scott had been firm advocates in Jeff taking the back seat, but Jeff Tracy was Jeff Tracy and he wasn’t the kind of man who was content with being sidelined. In the end, they had all agreed on him sharing the job with his eldest son, at least until he was in a better condition.

Hence the hospital visits. Scans, blood work, physiotherapy, drugs and tests were part of their new normal, and they’d been advised that this new normal was going to stay in place for the foreseeable future. Jeff didn’t mind, so long as it meant he was still able to be of assistance, but the constant hospital trips had the boys naturally worrying.

“If dad is so unwell that he needs to be constantly visiting Doctor Mayhew every month, he shouldn’t be placed in a position that could cause him stress!” Scott had exclaimed on more than one occasion. Jeff never listened to him, always claimed that he was fine which only led to heated debates between the two. Usually it was Grandma who managed to calm them both down, but once or twice, the unfortunate role of mediator had landed on Virgil’s lap. Whilst he still didn’t see it as a burden, it was the only time he minded. It was the one time he didn’t like being a soundboard to his family.

“How long this time?” He asked his father, arms folding across his chest.

“A week. Maybe two. They want to check my legs, I think. It’s going to require a few tests back to back and they say that it’s easier if I just stay there whilst they get the results.”

Virgil nodded. It made sense for him to remain in one place. His next question was one he didn’t want the answer to. “Does Scott know?”

Jeff held silence for a moment or two, and Virgil knew the answer instantaneously. “No. He doesn’t. Not yet.”

Virgil pursed his lips, nodded once… twice, and then began to undo his paint apron. So much for a relaxing evening with his canvas. “He needs to know, dad.”

“He overthinks everything—”

“That’s Scott for you—”

“— and I don’t like how stressed out he gets. I don’t want to add to it, or be the cause of more stress.”

Welcome to the club, Virgil thought, but sighed as he threw the apron aside. Scott never knew how to take things easy. He was a classic overreacher, constantly trying to do more than his best. That perfectionism had only got worse in the months following their father’s disappearance, but that was a fact Jeff had still not been informed about. Their father had developed a legacy in people’s minds, one that only grew in his supposed death, and Scott felt compelled to continue that legacy. He had always looked up to Jeff, but this constant need to try and make their father proud, even in death, sometimes meant Scott took unnecessarily hazardous risks, and it had nearly landed him on death’s doorstep on more than one occasion. Virgil and the others had often tried to slow him down and make him see reason, but their talks rarely seemed to have a lasting impact. Come the next day, Scott would be back to his normal, overreaching self.

“Scott’s capable of handling a lot more than you think, dad.”

Jeff breathed out a long sigh. “I don’t want him to handle so much. He should share the burdens.”

“Good luck getting him to do that. We’ve been trying for years, but Scott is way too protective. It’s one of the reasons why he doesn’t want you being so involved in the rescues right now, what with your… health.”

“I know he’s looking out for me,” Jeff began, his eyes averting Virgil’s own gaze as he took in the view of Mateo from the window. “I just wish he wouldn’t try so damned hard all the time.”

Virgil let out a deep chuckle. “You and me both, dad.” Then, he began to make for the door. “But he needs to know all the same. If you want, I can be your bodyguard.” He joked. In honesty, the thought of having to referee another match between his dad and Scott worried him, but he’d do it if it meant avoiding a bigger conflict in the future.

Jeff’s lips quirked into a smile at Virgil’s humour, but as he opened his mouth to speak, a hologram of John appeared from the holo-disc on the side table beside the easel. “Guys, we have a situation.”

Exchanging worried glances with his father, Virgil dove out of the door of his studio and made his way up to the lounge as fast as possible, Jeff following quickly behind him.

[thelastspeecher]

Dropping a random ficlet that takes place in the Accidental Abduction AU and is Pride-adjacent for the last day of Pride. Hope you guys like it!

(As a reminder, I recently decided that Stan assigns the alien family the last name of "Roswell", so that's why he refers to them that way in this ficlet.)

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              “It’s ceremonial,” Angie scolded Stan.  “You’re supposed to mostly fake it, or at least go easy!”  Stan scowled.

              “How the hell was I supposed to know that?” he demanded.  “Do you really think we do stuff like that on Earth?”  He paused.  “Okay, maybe we sorta do, but it’s not exactly the same.”  Angie sighed and sat down next to him.  They were in the kitchen on the Roswells’ ship, heading back home from following the migration of the strange, sheep-like creatures they tended to called parthok.  Lute looked morosely at Stan from the other side of the kitchen table.

              “None of our siblings got beat up for following the tradition,” he mumbled.  Underneath the cooling pack Lute held to his face, hints of the black eye Stan had given him peeked out.  Thanks to Lute’s blue skin, the bruising was dark navy and literally black, colors Stan had never seen on a human.

              “I’m guessing the people your siblings tried to feed a knuckle sandwich knew that the fight wasn’t real,” Stan retorted.  He had been minding his business, looking for a quick snack, when Lute came up to him and out of nowhere threw a punch in Stan’s direction.  Stan reacted with a punch of his own.  Luckily, only after a few blows, Angie showed up and separated the two of them, shouting that the fight wasn’t supposed to be real.  Stan gently prodded his split, fat lip.  “Explain this tradition to me again.”

              “It’s very straightforward,” Angie said.  “In our culture, when someone begins dating someone else, the two new lovebirds’ twins must fight their sibling’s new significant other, to prove that the person is strong enough to protect their twin.  So, when you and I started dating, Lute had to fight you to prove that you were strong enough to protect me.”

              “But we started dating weeks ago,” Stan said.  He looked at Lute.  “Why did you wait to do this ceremonial fight or whatever until today?”

              “I wanted to wait until after we found out you weren’t tethered to your home planet,” Lute explained.  “If you were, we’d have to leave you on Earth and you’d have to break up with Angie, so the fight would be unnecessary.”

              “Or Angie could move to Earth,” Stan argued.  He waved a hand.  “Don’t you have a brother on Earth doing human research or whatever anyways?”

              “Mom and dad wouldn’t let me move to a different planet until I graduated school,” Angie said.  She rolled her eyes.  “And they’d probably want me to enroll at the same college as our brother.  Which, going off what he said about the school, sounds like a pretty cruddy place.”

              “Ugh.  College,” Stan muttered.  He frowned as something occurred to him.  “Hang on.”  The twins looked at him curiously.  “You said that the twin for both people in the relationship have to do the fight.”  Angie and Lute nodded.  “But my twin’s on Earth.  Angie can’t fight him.”  By now, Stan had told the Roswell parents as well as Angie and Lute about his family back on Earth, including Ford.  Angie cocked her head.

              “You’re right,” she said.  “I should’ve done that while we were on Earth checking to see if you were tethered.”

              It’s definitely a horrible idea, but I’d still pay money to see Angie kick Ford’s ass to next Tuesday.

              “It’s okay,” Lute said.  “This happens on occasion.  People from other species, who don’t have twins, marry into our people.  In those cases, a stand-in takes the role of twin.  For example, one of our mom’s friends fought our dad when they started dating.”

              So I might still get to see Angie beat someone up.  All right, now I’m getting invested.

              “Do I ask someone or…?” Stan asked.

              “Someone you are close to will volunteer for it,” Angie said cheerfully.

              “The only people I’ve interacted with on your planet are your parents and siblings,” Stan said flatly.  Angie and Lute winced.

              “Good point,” Lute said.

              “You’ll just have to wait for the fight until you make a good friend at school, then,” Angie said.  Stan was tentatively enrolled in the local “youth educational facility” for the start of the next school year.  Whether he could actually attend was dependent upon how well he could read, write, and understand the verbal form of the Roswells’ native language, the name of which human vocal cords couldn’t pronounce.  “I can’t wait, by the way.”

              “For school or the fight?”

              “The fight!  Lute hasn’t dated anyone yet, so this will be my first.”

              “You haven’t dated anyone?” Stan asked Lute.  Lute shook his head.  “A perpetual bachelor, eh?”

              “No, not that,” Lute said.

              “Haven’t found the right gal?”

              “No.  I haven’t found the right guy,” Lute said matter-of-factly.  Abruptly, Stan’s heartbeat began to pound furiously in his ears.

              “You- you-” Stan stammered.  He cleared his throat and wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his clothes.  “You, um.  Lute, you’re- you’re into…guys?” he squeaked weakly.  Angie and Lute looked at him oddly.  Stan couldn’t blame them.

              I haven’t had this poor of a reaction in front of them this entire time, and how much alien shit have I been exposed to since I was abducted?

              “Yes,” Lute said.  He leaned in, visibly concerned.  “Are you all right?”

              “Yeah, I just, um-”

              I’m only trying to get over everything my Pops said my entire life about guys that are into guys, that’s all.  No big deal.

              “Mom mentioned that Grandma had a strange reaction to meeting a same-gender couple when she first came to the planet,” Angie said softly.  “Is that what this is about, Stan?”

              “…Yeah,” Stan mumbled.  “At least where I’m from, people don’t like when guys date guys or gals date gals.”  Lute immediately leaned backwards, hurt on his face.  He set down the cooling pack, fully revealing his black eye.

              “You- you don’t have an issue with me being attracted to men, do you?” he asked nervously.

              “No!” Stan blurted out.  “No, not at all!  It’s none of my damn business.”  Lute nodded, seeming to be somewhat mollified.

              And it’d be a real dick move for me to be upset about it, with how big of a crush I had on Carla’s brother.

              “I imagine that, with the culture you grew up in, hearing Lute casually mention he wants a boyfriend was a shock to you,” Angie said diplomatically.  “Even if you don’t personally hold those views.”

              “Yeah.”  Stan managed a smile at Lute.  “Seriously, Lute, I’m fine with it.”

              “Good,” Lute said.  Stan’s smile strengthened.

              “It feels like every day, I learn something new that makes me realize staying with you guys was the right choice,” he said.  Angie and Lute smiled, but Stan felt a slight shiver down his spine.  “It’s better to be on a planet that’s accepting,” he backtracked quickly.  Angie patted his hand, not noticing Stan’s hurried attempt to distance himself from any indication he might be interested in a “same-gender relationship”.

              Sure, they’re fine with it.  But I’ve gotta do some introspection bullshit about it before I can say anything to these guys.  Which means I might never tell them.  Eh.  Whatever.  Sally, Angie and Lute’s mom, walked into the kitchen.  She looked at Lute and Stan, visibly beat up from their fight.  She sighed.

              “I won’t even ask.”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

House Isekai: Subnautica AU Masterpost

House Isekai Masterlist Here

**This was from my og blog, but this is all the Subnautica crossover posts from the OG House Isekai into one place! Hope you get a good laugh out of this!

The adventures of House Isekai brings them to an utterly alien planet, and  are forced to fight for survival underwater in the horrific and beautiful world of Subnautica!

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Anononymous asked: Laura will probably fare well in Subnautica

(Rean) “Hey, has anyone seen Laura? I haven’t seen her in the lifeboat or the base.”

(Ainz) “I think she said she was going to go swimming as practice.”

(Rean) “What?! We were told to stick together!”

(Ainz) “I doubt she went far. Besides, it’s Laura we’re talking about. She’s not stupid.”

MEANWHILE

(Laura) 

AGGRESSIVE BUBBLING

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unknownsymbol367 asked: Imagine aqua attracting some of the bigger, scarier, dangerous sea beasts all by accident in subnautica.

(Kazuma) “WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT YOU ATTRACT FISH YOU USELESS GODDESS?! NO WONDER THESE FUCKING THINGS HAVE BEEN ALL OVER US!”

(Aqua) “B-Because these are ALIEN fish, Kazuma! How was I supposed to know it applies to aliens!?”

(Megumin) “Uh, I think they’re trying to break through the windows-”

(Darkness) “Ooooh, I wonder how sharp those teeth are-”

(Kazuma) “AQUA’S ABOUT TO FIND OUT FIRST!”

(Aqua) “SCREW YOU KAZUMA, I’M SORRY OKAY!? I-I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY…Wait, that’s it! I CAN CALL IN A REALLY SCARY FISH TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY!”

(Kazuma) “Wha-NO NO NO NO! DON’T YOU-”

“Warning. Leviathan-class lifeform is approaching the base.”

(Minato) “Uh, guys?”

(Minako) “HOLY SHIT!”

(Yu) “I don’t think our swords can go through that.”

(Akira) “Morgana, can you turn into a submarine?”

(Morgana) “YOU IDIOT, I CAN’T BREATHE UNDERWATER!”

- Doomguy looked at his wristblade, then back at the Reaper Leviathan. He repeated this process a few times.

(Yuuri) “Everyone, we need to get our oxygen tanks!”

(Albedo) “Lord Ainz, what do we do?”

(Ainz) “MY GOD THAT’S HUGE-…ahem…WE PREPARE FOR BATTLE!”

(Byleth) “…Why is it when something happens its always you four?”

(Kazuma) “GOD DAMN IT AQUA!”

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Anonymous asked: I bet the Slayer's Cyclops is named "BFSub" while his seamoth is "SFSub"

(Byleth) “You know Slayer, You seem to use the letters “BF” for a lot of your weapons and vehicles. What does that even stand for?”

- Doomguy grabbed his PDA (Handheld PC) and typed on it for a moment before giving it to Byleth.

(Byleth) “Big fucking-OOOH. So your sub is Big Fucking Sub. Okay, got it…Then the little one must be…Small fucking sub?”

- Doomguy nodded.

(Byleth) “…Well, I’ve heard worse names.”

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Anonymous asked: Imagine House Isekai using a submarine.

The Bridge

(Cocytus) “DO ANY OF US ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO DRIVE THIS…MACHINE?”

(Sara) “Psh, absolutely not. I don’t even know how to use orbal cars.”

(Sharon) “I am afraid my training did not cover controlling submersibles.”

(Cocytus) “…THEN WHY WERE WE PUT IN CHARGE OF DRIVING?”

(Sara) “I mean, all the staff are in charge. Byleth, Megunee, Towa and Angelica too. If we put our heads together, we can think of something.”

(Sharon) “Lady Sara, do you honestly think that we can get the hang of driving before we crash straight into a rock?”

(Sara) “…Probably not.”

Storage/Entrance

(Akira) “It’s pretty impressive that we all got a Cyclops now.”

(Yu) “Yeah, it took a couple days but it’s really cool seeing this in action. Though, should all of us be packed into it? It’s big, but not that big.”

(Minako) “Well, it’s to get familiar. We’re going to get more submarines for each group. Soon us Persona Users will get our very own sub!”

(Minato) “I’m not exactly sure that’s a good idea. I trust tech savvy people like Futaba, Aigis, and Naoto but…people like Ryuji and Junpei worry me.”

(Yu) “I guess we’ll find out.”

(Akira) “…I think I’m having second thoughts about being a part of a Cyclops.”

Engines

(Ainz) …How the hell are we supposed to make this thing work?! I’ve never even seen a submarine before when I was still in the real world! More importantly there was never anything like this in Yg-

(Albedo) “Lord Ainz?”

(Ainz) “Hm? Oh, Albedo. What is it?”

(Albedo) “Demiurge and I have finished looking at the engines, and we have confirmed there will be no trouble in maintaining it.”

(Ainz) “HM?!”

(Demiurge) “It was a bit of trouble at first, but combined with our magic and the PDA’s assistance, we can safely traverse whatever the ocean may throw at the Cyclops!”

(Ainz) “Ah…G-Good work. I can always rely on you two no matter the situation.”

(Demiurge) “T-Thank you Lord Ainz!”

(Albedo) “You are too kind!”

(Ainz) No, really. I’m pretty sure we’d explode if I got something wrong, it’s a miracle that you managed to make heads and tails of this thing…Thank god Kazuma’s group isn’t working the engines…

Loading Bay

(Kazuma) “What, Aqua?”

(Aqua) “A-Are you sure this thing is safe?! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

(Kazuma) “Hell no I’m not sure. None of us here has even been in anything remotely like this. Well except Doomguy, but he’s on bodyguard detail.”

(Aqua) “THEN WHY ARE WE IN THIS DEATH-TRAP?!”

(Kazuma) “You wanna be swimming out there with seaglider where something can eat your sorry ass whole instead of this massive titanium reinforced hull?”

(Aqua) “I…ugh!”

(Yuki) “Hey, hey! Come look at this Megunee!”

(Megumi) “A-Ah! Please don’t run, Yuki!”

(Kurumi) “Even on an alien world, she’s still having fun.”

(Yuuri) “A little TOO much fun. This entire place is terrifying!”

(Miki) “I mean, I find this trip fun as well. I’ve always wondered what it was like to scuba dive.”

(Yuuri) “I’d rather have done so in a coral reef on Earth.”

(Kurumi) “Technically, our first base was in the Shallows where there are coral reefs-”

(Yuuri) “Don’t get technical on me, Kurumi.”

(Miki) “Hah, well I admit it’s scary, but it’s a sense of terror and amazement!”

(Kurumi) “Agreed…Except the Leviathans…I wonder if I can hit them with my shove-”

(Yuuri) “No.”

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Anonymous asked: Megumin is gonna have a blast when the aurora explodes.

- Megumin stood on top of the lifeboat, eyeing longingly at the Aurora in the distance.

- Futaba poked her head out the hatch and raised an eyebrow.

(Futaba) “Oh, hey. What are you doing here? I thought you were with Kazuma and the others.”

(Megumin) “I was but now I’m about to watch some fireworks!”

(Futaba) “Fireworks?”

(Megumin) “Yeah, the Aurora’s about to explode!”

(Futaba) “…W-What? I thought our timeframe was 2 hours!”

(Megumin) “Apparently it reached critical state only a few minutes ago-”

(Futaba) “AND YOU JUST NOW TOLD ME?!”

- Futaba’s clothes changed as she got into her Persona and frantically reached for the screen.

(Futaba) “EVERYONE, GET BEHIND COVER OR TO THE LIFEBOAT RIGHT NOW!”

- Everyone stopped what they were doing in the waters and reached for their PDA’s.

[Radio](Byleth) “Huh?”

[Radio](Akira) “What’s wrong?!”

[Radio](Kazuma) “Wait hang on, why?”

Emergency: A quantum detonation has occurred in the Aurora’s drive core.

[Radio](Rean) “Ooooh crap!”

[Radio](Byleth) “SHIT!”

The reactor will reach a super critical state in T- 10,

[Radio](Ainz) “DIVE, DIVE, DIVE!”

9

[Radio](Megumi) “EVERYONE, IN THE CAVE!-”

8

[Radio](Yu) “LIFEBOAT, NOW!”

7

[Radio](Minako) “SHITSHITSHIT-”

6

[Radio](Minato) “OVER THERE, GO!”

5

- Doomguy shrugged and continued looking for resources.

4

[Radio](Darkness) “K-Kazuma! You’re so rou-”

3-3-…

[Radio](Kazuma) “SHUT THE FUCK UP, DON’T SAY THAT OVER THE RADIO WHERE EVERYONE CAN HEAR-…WHERE’S MEGUMIN?!”

2-2-

(Futaba) “MEGUMIN, GET DOWN HERE NOW!”

(Megumin) “ARE YOU KIDDING, I GOTTA SEE THIS!”

O-

KAFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

(Megumin) “Explosions are such a beautiful thing! If only I could be so grossly incandescent…-”

(Futaba) “KEEP YOUR HEADS DOWN, SHOCKWAVE INCOMING!”

(Megumin) “…Shockwa-?”

On Kazuma’s Cyclops: The Wiz…

- Kazuma drove the Cyclops in the open waters, calmly watching his sonar and hearing the hum of the engine.

- Darkness watched the engines alongside Kurumi and Yuuri while Megumin and Yuki were in the vehicle bay.

- Aqua and Miki were in the bridge with Kazuma, watching the status of the ship quietly.

- Until Aqua spoke up.

(Aqua) “OH MY GOD IM SO BOOORED!”

(Miki) “Um, isn’t quiet in a place like this a good thing?”

(Kazuma) “Yeah, having nothing to do in a killer planet means we’re solid! And besides, we said we were going to get copper and stuff, why did you even tag along if you knew nothing would happen?”

(Aqua) “I don’t wanna be left alone at the base!”

(Kazuma) “Then quit bitching.”

(Miki) “That’s a bit harsh, Kazuma.”

(Kazuma) “Oh don’t you start too, Naoki. You’ve been here long enough to know how I am.”

- Miki sighed.

(Miki) “Fair enough. Oh Aqua! Why don’t you read one of my novels?”

(Aqua) “And fall asleep? No thanks. Ugh whatever. At least nothing bad can happen as we’re going back.”

Warning. Entering Ecological Dead Zone.

(Aqua) “HUH?!”

- The waters in front of Kazuma’s bridge went from a clear blue into almost pitch black as he slowly turned to face Aqua.

(Kazuma) “You gotta be fucking kidding me, Aqua.”

(Miki) “M-MULTIPLE TARGETS APPROACHING THE CYCLOPS BRIDGE!”

- Kazuma reached for the mic they installed near the bridge.

(Kazuma) “HEY EVERYONE, STRAP IN, AQUA GOT US INTO SOME DEEP SH…CRAP!”

(Yuki) “Huh? What’s happening?”

(Darkness) “LEVIATHANS?!”

(Kurumi) “Please don’t make that face.”

(Aqua) “HEY WHY IS IT MY FAU-…”

- Aqua’s face suddenly went pale as she looked out the windows.

- Kazuma and Miki turned to the direction Aqua was facing.

(Kazuma) *a noise that can’t decide whether its a swear or gibberish*

(Aqua) “WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?!”

Anonymous asked: Everybody gangsta until the warpers speak English.

(Sothis) “Hm? Child, we have a new message from the radio.”

(Byleth) “Oh, we do. Heads up everyone, we got a new message coming in. It could be someone responding to our distress signal.”

(Yuuri) “I hope it is…”

(Ainz) “It could be another lifepod, maybe we could find survivors.”

(Minato) “I sorta doubt it, considering all of them have been torn open.”

(Minako) “That’s optimistic…”

(Yu) “But he’s not wrong for thinking it, is he?”

(Aqua) “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s going to be friendly!-”

Playing partially translated broadcast.

▀▖┗▛New biological subjects designated. Mode ▄▖▜▚┣: hunting/analyzing. Sharing subject locations with other agents.

(Everyone) “…”

(Akira) “…I don’t think that was human.”

(Sothis) “What was your first hint?!”

(Kazuma) “What. The. F…Hell, was that?”

(Rean) “You just HAD to open your mouth, huh?”

(Aqua) “OH COME ON, NOW WE’RE BEING HUNTED?!”

(Yuuri) “How do we even know if they’re watching us?”

“…”

(Yuuri) “Put more camera drones everywhere, are we in agreement?”

(Everyone) “Yup.”

===

Day 1 with the Konosuba Gang

(Rise) “Okay, so from what we’re able to scan, this shallow reef seems to be safe to explore, so we’ll split into groups, grab whatever you guys think will be useful!”

(Byleth) “We’ll be going into our respective groups that we came in with. House Reps, you will be the leader of your group.”

- Kazuma and his group nodded, and dived into the water.

- The first area they went into was a somewhat small cave.

(Aqua) “Oooh, this weird tube thing looks pretty!”

(Darkness) “Is it edible?”

- Kazuma put a scanner to it and read the name.

“Acid Mushroom”

(Kazuma) “…Nope.”

- Kazuma continued to swim off as Aqua stared at it.

(Aqua) “Hm…We could use it for something. Right?”

(Darkness) “I will go find the most hostile fish in this area and…hehehe, fight it!”

- With an insane look in her eye, she swam away.

(Kazuma) “Megumin? Find anything in there?”

- Megumin was inside the cave and found a small red-plant like creature.

(Megumin) “I think so?”

- The plant revealed an eye, which made Megumin jump.

(Megumin) “K-Kazuma?!”

- A creature with a giant eye made an unholy noise as it bolted towards Megumin.

HUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

- A massive explosion could be heard from across the entire shallows as it jolted Aqua and Kazuma into attention.

(Kazuma) “What the hell!? MEGUMIN!”

- Megumin swam out of the cave with her scuba gear clearly dented as a crazy smile took over her.

(Megumin) “THESE CREATURES! THEY KNOW THE ART OF EXPLOSIONS!”

(Kazuma) “You gotta be- KAMIKAZE FISH?! THAT’S GREAT!”

(Aqua) “Hm…”

- Aqua purified the mushroom and looked at it curiously.

(Kazuma) “DO NOT EAT THAT MUSHROOM! Where’s Darkness?!”

(Darkness) “How disappointing.

- Kazuma and the group saw Darkness getting bitten by some shark-like creature.

(Darkness) “These predators will not provide the stimulation I crave.”

- She punched it so hard it flew into the nearby coral tubes, splitting it apart as if it were paper.

(Kazuma) “OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, DON’T GO PICKING FIGHTS WITH THE PREDATORS-”

(Aqua) “K-Kazuma?!”

- The fish began to swarm Aqua, which eventually led to those same shark creatures headed her direction.

(Kazuma) “RETREAT! RETREAT!”

(Aqua) “Psh, it’s just a buncha fish! THEY’RE NO MATCH FOR THIS GODDESS-”

- The predators began to bite Aqua.

(Aqua) “OWOWOWOWOW-”

- Kazuma began swearing loudly and incoherently as he brought up his knife and tried to save Aqua as Megumin and Darkness took care of the exploding fish being drawn to Aqua.

30 minutes later…

(Sharon) “Welcome back, Master Satou.”

(Kazuma) “Ugh…”

- Kazuma flopped onto the lifeboat’s floor, dragging up Megumin, Aqua and Darkness.

- Sharon helped them up and calmly got a towel while Kazuma continued to groan.

(Sharon) “May I ask what you have found?”

- Kazuma reached into his pocket and put them near Sharon’s feet.

- A fish, several teeth from the shark-like fish, some acid mushrooms, and 1 piece of titanium.

(Sharon) “Would you like some tea?”

(Kazuma) “Please?”

===

New Class VII visit the back of the Aurora

- Altina drove the Seamoth forward while the rest of Class VII tagged along on their seagliders.

- Juna kept looking around left and right until Kurt spoke.

(Juna) “Juna, are you alright?”

(Kurt) “Ugh…No, not really. I don’t like this place is all. It’s so…alien.”

(Ash) “Well yeah, it’s another planet.”

(Juna) “Bah, you know what I mean! We were never trained for this, surviving underwater!”

(Musse) “Neither was the original House Isekai, but they still survived!”

(Altina) “Instructors Rean, Towa, Aigis, and Kazuma seem to have sufficient knowledge of the planet, despite how much time has passed.”

(Juna) “I wonder how the others are doing right now…”

(Kurt) “If I had to guess, like us. Especially the Garreg Mach students, I don’t think they ever anticipated on going on a journey like this.”

(Musse) “Hm…I don’t think the original three houses ever went on this planet, did they?”

(Ash) “Don’t think Rean mentioned it…Er, Altina where are we going?”

- Class VII only now realized where they were. The waters had changed from a blue-green tint to almost brown.

- They couldn’t see very well in front of them.

(Altina) “I was told to search for blueprints. The back of the crash site seemed like the most likely area to find some.”

(Juna) “Wasn’t this the one place all the Instructors told us NOT to go?”

(Ash) “Eh, I’m sure it’s fi-”

GROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR

- Altina looked to her right and almost stopped breathing when she felt her Seamoth shake violently.

- The Reaper Leviathan grabbed her Seamoth and swam towards the sand cliffs, slamming it down.

(Juna) “OH MY GOD, ALTINA!”

(Kurt) “We have to help her!”

(Ash) “GET THAT BASTARD!”

(Musse) “Arcus, activate!”

(Altina) “I REQUIRE ASSISTANCE-”

…

(Diluc) “…Hm. Class VII still hasn’t returned.”

(Elizabeth) “Oh dear, you’re right. Should we go look for them?”

(Venti) “I’m sure they’re fine. They’d just call us if they were in trouble.”

(Amber) “Still, this place looks pretty dangerous.”

(Helena) “I think we’re underestimating their skills. They’ll be back.”

…

- All of Class VII was on the Reaper Leviathan, stabbing it with tools and weapons while Altina was still in the seamoth, getting crushed.

(Altina) “CLASS VII, I AM PINNED HERE-”

(Juna) “DIE, DIE DIE DIE!-”

(Kurt) “THE SWORDS WON’T GO THROUGH!”

(Ash) “COME ON YA SON OF A BITCH!”

(Musse) “This rifle is going STRAIGHT INTO YOUR EYE-”

…

(Diluc) “…You’re probably right.”

===

Garreg Mach Students getting used to the ocean

The Garreg Mach students flew out on their seagliders around the safe shallows, being instructed to grab whatever copper they could find.

Sitri followed them since everyone who had been here before was required to stick with a group.

Not to mention she had been here with Byleth before.

(Elizabeth) “Ugh, this is quite unpleasant…”

(Helena) “What, don’t like the ocean?”

(Elizabeth) “Helena, dear. I enjoy the ocean as much as any girl would-”

(Kairos) “Could’ve fooled me.-”

(Elizabeth) “Shut up, Kairos. And I like walking near the beach, and even swimming. But living inside it and fighting nature? No, I do not like it at all.”

(Stefan) “Y-Yeah this is a bit much for swimming.”

(Astrid) “Least we’re all getting our exercise!”

(Kairos) “…Sure.”

(Helena) “It’ll give us experience in case we ever need to swim underwater.”

(Elizabeth) “Where in Fodlan do we possibly need to swim?!”

(Helena) “With all the places the House keeps dragging us into, it might be handy. Hell, it came in handy for Sitri.”

The group stopped swimming and looked at Sitri, who was gliding right behind them.

(Sitri) “Well, I learned it on the fly like you all are currently. But it is helpful that we’ve been to this world before.”

(Stefan) “Just how many have you been to, Lady Sitri?”

(Sitri) “Let’s see…Here, that one world in the far future, the one where we had to hunt ghosts, the one with the talking animals…”

(Helena) “See? She now has skills that’ll be helpful for surviving in another world.”

(Kairos) “How many times has she been underwater for it?”

Sothis appeared behind Sitri, though the students didn’t seem to notice.

(Sothis) “If only they had met Aqua…”

(Sitri) Yeah, I bet they would’ve been terrified of Leviathans…

(Astrid) “Anyways, this place is seriously freaky. The giant sea monsters trying to eat us, and we can’t even use magic here!”

(Helena) “We could always visit the back of the ship like Class VII did.”

(Kairos) “A-ABSOLUTELY NOT, HELENA!”

(Elizabeth) “Do you have a deathwish, dear?!”

(Stefan) “It’s not so much them I’m worried about, as I am about the dark…”

Everyone shuddered.

(Helena) “That’s true, we can’t really see if something’s coming up from behind, and it might just emerge from the-”

(Astrid) “GAAH, SHUT UP SHUT UUUUP! Ugh, I wanna go back home…”

(Elizabeth) “Sitri, ma'am, how did you survive here last time?”

(Sitri) “Well we all took our own Submarines. I think if you ask Kazuma to ride with him on ‘The Wiz’ he’ll let you.”

(Kairos) “Does Professor Kazuma even know how to drive it?”

(Sitri) “Better than most of us did. The only other ones were the old staff.”

(Stefan) “Then what about you?”

(Sitri) “Um…”

(Helena) “Great confidence there, ma'am.”

(Astrid) “C-Come on, you can be a little nicer.”

(Kairos) “Let’s just go back inside, I’m suddenly feeling a bit queasy…”

[midnightfire1222]

It's been awhile since I've posted anything pony-related here. But I have something new! Introducing the Return AU version of Vinyl Scratch, created with help from my husband. This AU is inspired by a mix of Doctor Who and MLP. I've previously introduced what Dinky, Doc, and Derpy all look like, but Vinyl is a new face to the AU. She's a hybrid like Derpy, being half unicorn and half of an alien species my husband and I came up with that we called Lyquus. I'll include a bit about them and their planet below that we've come up with to shed some light on her alien half. (I'm making an appendix/glossary thing of sorts that we can refer to so we don't lose track too much and contradict too much.:

"Lyquus hail from the planet of Lyquuenist, a planet with a thick atmosphere that blots out the majority of light from its twin suns, casting the lands within in a perpetual twilight. The planet as a whole is also quite chilly, leading to all of its species both sentient and not to have thick fur coats. 

The planet’s main sapient species are equine in shape, but boast features that make them appear quite lupine as well: wolf-like ears that are extremely sensitive to sound, fangs that lend toward their meat-eating nature (though they can omnivorous in times of famine), and incredibly thick fur. Most are some shade of red in color and quite large both in height and in overall build. All pure-blooded lyquus boast two horns on their head, some curving back around the ears, some not, as well as red eyes with oval pupils that always glow, especially in little to no light. Their eyes evolved specifically to see in the low light of their home world, making them extremely sensitive to any sort of bright light source.

Lyquus are capable of basic levitation, but their magic is extremely tied to their emotions. If their tempers flare, their magic becomes extremely volatile and uncontrollable, and they can enter a frenzied state where they’ll attack both friend and foe alike in an animalistic fury until they either use up their energy or they’re brought down. Rarely, if a lyquus enters their frenzied state too much, they may never recover from it. They’re either killed as a result or forced to go live a life as a wild animal.

Culturally, they are considered a savage and dangerous warrior race by several other planets. Once they’d taken to the stars, it didn’t take long for them to start trying to conquer nearby worlds. They show little regard for races not of their own kind, and any deemed weak are exiled from their home world. 

But a lyquus does not do well alone. They need a family unit to feel truly whole, and the bigger their ‘pack’ is, the better. To be alone is like a living nightmare to a species with a pack mentality and most would rather die then be on their own for any extended length of time." As for Vinyl herself, she is quite laid back and very flirty. She doesn't care who or what it is she flirts with - be they male, female, or somewhere in between. She and Derpy are somewhat friends, and Vinyl likes to teasingly flirt with her on occasion because she thinks it's funny, even knowing full well that Derpy doesn't swing that way. This alabaster unicorn doesn't care what others think of her appearance. She'd very proud of her looks and only wears the opaque shades because her eyes are very sensitive to the sunlight of Equus (the name we gave the planet where Equestria in this AU is). Vinyl owns a night club called 'Pump It Up!' where she mainly DJs but also occasionally works the bar. She has a love for all kinds of music, though her favorites genres including dub-step and rock and roll, and is a great singer.

[tomboy014]

TruthShriekers AU, the Setup

Weeks turn into months, and after two years, April, Wes, Dib and Dipper are close friends.  Forum posting has turned into DMs, private group chats, emails, texts and finally video calls.  At this point, the only thing left to do is meet.

A little difficult when you live all over the country.

So come summer, the gang is going to go on a cross country trip to meet each other and hunt the paranormal!  There are some concerns, and not everyone is super mobile, but they’ve got a plan.

Wes lives in prime ghost-hunting territory and is the least mobile.  He’s just gotten his license, but doesn’t have a car, so the gang will start their adventures in Amity Park, Michigan.

Dipper is going to catch a flight and April will pick him up from the airport when she drives over from New York.  She’s borrowing a neighbor’s car, an old junker they were ready to scrap anyways.  They’ll use it to carpool, with April and Wes driving.

Dib is concerningly mobile for a twelve-year-old, but he guarantees he can make it on his own to Amity Park.  It’s the shortest trip, only a few hours drive by car since he lives in the next state over, so they’re worried, but willing to trust him.  For now.

After some ghost hunting, they’ll swing down to Dib’s hometown to get a tour of Membrane Labs and check out his “alien” classmate.

Then, a weekend in Point Pleasant, West Virginia for the Mothman festival and a little bug-hunting of their own.

Then they’ll swing up to Chicago to check out the (second) most haunted city in America!  From there, it’s a long drive across country before they hit California, so they figured they’d save some money by camping along the way instead of staying in hotels.

But then they get to check out San Francisco!  After that, one more very long ride to New York City so April can show them around the Big Apple before they all part ways.

It’s… a lot, and it’s not exactly easy on anyone’s budget, but everyone’s been saving money from allowances, part-time jobs, birthdays and anything else they can, so it’s just barely doable, but it’s tight.  The campgrounds will have to be cheap, they need to couch surf as much as possible in the different cities, and there’s not really any money left for anything else, so it’s going to be a lot of bologna sandwiches and ramen, but everyone’s looking forward to it.

Except this plan almost immediately starts falling apart.  For one, Dipper never actually got his parents approval to fly across country by himself.  In fact, they’d already planned for him and his sister to spend the summer with their great uncle in Oregon.

It’s okay.  Instead of checking out the Bay area, there’s bound to be something in Oregon… right?

But this also means that he won’t be able to join them for most of the trip, and he might not be able to go to New York at all.  Still, the important part is that they’re going to finally meet.  They’ll make it work and meet him there.

And of course, Mikey found out about April’s plans and told Leo, who told Raph, who told Donnie who will absolutely not be left out of a chance to tour the Membrane Labs.  Mikey’s not about to be left behind on a ghost hunting summer, and if they’re going, the rest of the boys are going, too.

Downside, there’s now four more people and April needs to prep her friends because her “brothers” look a little… different from other people.  Upside, there’s now four more people contributing to the budget AND they can take the Turtle Tank.  That’ll give them all a lot more room, even with the group doubling, AND they have room to pack April’s kayak.  If they’re going to go camping across country and hit up two cities on Lake Michigan, she’s bringing it.

Plus, the Turtle Tank doesn’t run on gas.  She doesn’t know what it runs on, but it means they don’t need money for gas anymore or to stop to refuel, and that’s a win in her book.

See?  The plan is still salvageable.  Now, they all just need to hit the road.

After all, what else can go wrong?

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Ages in this AU: April, Jazz: 18 Raph: 17 Leo, Donnie, Danny, Sam, Tucker, Wes: 16 Mikey: 15 Dib, Dipper, Mabel: 12 Zim: ?

[yeetmetotheforbiddenwildwest]

Part 1: here

AU concept Part 2

After mission city or even Egypt (not sure it matters without the whole thing being put together) Sam discovers something absolutely insane. More insane than alien robots.

He's a werewolf. Not the Harry Potter 'get bitten by a werewolf, you become one'. No he's the shape-shifting kind (similar to the twilight ones but we throw in and mix a little Wolfwalker and warrior cats).

His family(I'm still not entirely sure if Sam is adopted and Sally is his aunt or if she is his bio mom; I'll make it work, just bear with me) is camping when it happens, he turns into a wolf and panics, running off (Sorry it's very cliche, I'll think of something better but for whatever reason he ends up in the woods). Anyways he is attacked by a bear or cougar or a pack of actual animal wolves (already in his wolf form; he doesn't become a werewolf because he is attacked, but was one genetically. His father was human but his mom, Sally Watson is a werewolf too).

The thing with the type of werewolf Sam is- is that similar to Twilight quilietes, boys don't usually get their wolves until they're 16 or older but purebloods (Both parents are werewolves; halfbloods would be one werewolf parent and the other parent being human) can get theirs much earlier even if both their parents are half-human. Girls won't always get their wolf forms even when being pure-bloooded.

(Can you tell this is a very weird wild fan-fiction yet? It's based on a lot of other people's AUs of many different fandoms, if it looks similar to yours, I apologize)

Sam is very injured as a result of the animal attack. His back right leg is super chewed up from the fight and covered in scars. He has a scar over and is half-blind in his left eye, and also has a torn floppy left ear and is missing some of his left teeth. (I totally fell in love with Birdsong Warriors Swiftpaw AU. It inspired my fic lol and Swiftpaw's design is basically Sam's wolf)

He wakes up in the woods and freaks out because he can't clearly remember what happened also he's a very injured wolf but his back right leg and back are bandaged and so is his left eye.

A brown, black, and white wolf with one green eye and one light brown/tawny yellow eye (werewolf oc of mine (he's 25 and his character is based off one of my favorite youtubers) asks him to calm down.

The wolf tells him his name is Thorn (I can't think of a freaking suffix for him!) and refers to Sam as Swiftpaw (it's very warrior cat inspired) because these wolves don't know his real name yet and Sam doesn't think it's a good idea to tell them his real name and he just met them.

Sam asks why he called him Swift and Thorn explains the clan/pack thing and that he gave Sam his wolf name himself after watching him fight the animals with how quickly he moved. Thorn also explains how he is the deputy/second in charge(whatever you want to call it) and how he and his patrol rescued Sam.

Sam asks if he's gonna make it or if he'll ever be able to turn back again and Thorn is surprised to discover "Oh... This kid never phased before last night!". Thorn explains yes, he's a shape-shifter and will be able to transform back into a human and back into his wolf whenever he wants but that Sam can't leave-

Sam takes this entirely the wrong way, thinking he's being held hostage and Thorn hastily tries to calm him, explaining he shouldn't try to transform until he is healed, implying that Sam probably isn't able to walk yet what with his injuries on his back and right leg- Oh and also he has a bobtail now because it got so chewed up by the bear/wolf/dogs whatever they had to amputate it and asks if Sam can bend his leg to prove his point. Sam tries to do so and fails, screams, has a coughing fit, a bit of trouble catching his breath, and a new black and grey she-wolf with blue eyes runs over, yelling his wolf-name (Swift) and asks him if he's okay (plot twist, the newly introduced werewolf is Mikaela; haven't thought of a wolf name for her yet, hold on guys).

"(Mikaela)?! You're one of them?" Sam asks, recognizing her by her voice.

Mikaela takes a bit of offense to this and explains, Yes, she is 'one of them.' and Sam is also 'one of them' so Sam asks her why she didn't tell him she was a werewolf and if she knew about him. She explains it isn't something to be broadcasted and no, she didn't know he had wolf-shifter blood.

After the talking is done and an awkward silence, Mikaela asks 'how are your teeth?'

And Sam is like, 'My teeth?' and Mikaela glares at Thorn who chuckles awkwardly, realizing he had forgotten to tell Sam he lost a couple canines and some molars.

Mikaela uses her claws to remove the bandages from Sam's back and right leg, and then from his head.

'Can you see? Your left eye and ear were injured in the battle.' Mikaela asks, bandages swept under her paw.

'Uh... a little but not really...' Sam answers.

'Well... I'm sorry we couldn't save your tail...' Mikaela says, 'You wouldn't have been able to move or bend it with how badly chewed/sliced up it was... how about your leg?'

'He already tried.' Thorn tells Mikaela, "That's why he screamed,"

Mikaela frowns, 'can you stand, Swift?'

'I can try,' Sam says but utterly fails to push himself onto his paws.

'Hmm... You should get some rest...' Mikaela says, 'I'll be back to check on you later.'

--That's it for now, folks. Congrats if you made it this far--

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#5

for @baka-monarch ‘s prompt of a pack of simps, part of it is under the cut bc it’s long

There was something about Dream that called to people. Whether it was his sunny personality, his loud, optimistic approach to life, the way he was always willing to stand up for his friends and help out wherever he was needed- it made people flock to him. The fact that he had gorgeous green eyes full of life, cute freckles and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of was also probably a factor.

The one fact that made his friends despair, however, was that despite his quick wit and occasional hilarious yet dirty jokes, that man wouldn’t know how to spot someone being attracted to him in a serious way if it slapped him with a sign saying “hey, i think you’re hot and smart and fun, we should date”. Which had basically happened, given that more than once one of his- self described- “pack of simps” had said those words or even more and had still been met with… nothing. Just Dream thinking it was a joke. Again.

This was not an isolated incident for them.

It had started, as a lot of these things did, with a childhood crush. Sapnap had always seen Dream as his best friend ever, and it had not taken much time at all for those feelings to turn into something more. And that something… never turned to anything. At first, Sapnap had kept those feelings locked up, deep inside of him, a little scared that he’d run his best friend off. As the years passed, and both of them grew up, and he witnessed exactly how his best friend handled love confessions, he realized it was, maybe, a little pointless to hide it. At this point, no matter how often Sapnap made a not-so-joke about them banging, or dating, or living together, or literally getting married, it seemed like Dream would just let it pass him by. Which, honestly, kind of worked out for him pretty well. Yes, his best friend never got his hints, but on the other hand he could stare at him (and check him out) as often as he wanted and not be told off or anything, so. He’d take his wins where he could get them.

Then, there was George. The man had moved to America from England back in Dream’s second year of highschool, and it became increasingly obvious that Dream felt something for him from pretty much the get-go. Blushing, flirting (a little badly, but that was teenage boys for you), always wanting to hang out with him. Sapnap had been jealous as hell- and then he’d met George. 

The guy was equally as head-over-heels as him, and he still didn’t know it yet. Sapnap’s jealousy had abruptly vanished, and he’d debated telling George something about how maybe he should ask himself why he was always blushing, give him a hint or two. Then George beat him at Mario Kart and the decision to leave him to figure it out himself was clearly the only good choice to make. Fair was fair, and all that.

Of course, it kind of came back to bite him in the ass when George woke him up with a call at three in the morning about how he couldn’t be in love with Dream, oh my god, Sapnap stop laughing-

And then there were two. They sat together more often, bickering and laughing and also occasionally just loudly sighing about how their best friend was hot as fuck and apparently, kind of dumb emotionally.

Then highschool turned to college, and there were three and four.

Punz had gone to their same highschool, but aside from sharing a single class and sometimes detention, they’d never interacted; except for, apparently, Dream’s secret sign-up for fighting classes. Apparently, they’d both ended up in the same class, and as competitive as they both were they’d enjoyed having someone to fight against with the same type of passion. Fighting in class had led to training together, had led to sometimes sparring alone and well, once you had someone pinned or got pinned by someone to the floor enough times, it got a little easier to see that you thought the other guy was insanely hot. At least, for Punz. He’d taken a minute or two to consider his feelings, and then immediately launched himself into flirting with Dream. Not that it was that much of a difference with the sort of things he’d been saying before he’d realized, which in hindsight explained why their fighting instructor sometimes referred to them as ‘Lovebirds’.

Okay, so maybe Punz hadn’t been subtle at all, ever. But that just made it worse when, despite Dream blushing and sometimes flirting back at him, any actual attempts at anything were just ignored. He’d met Sapnap after he’d been by to pick Dream up, and apparently just the sight of him was enough for the other man to include him into their little pining club on the spot.

On the other hand, Fundy’s thing had been a bit more of a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ type thing, because the man had seen Dream after meeting him at the flower shop he worked at and then immediatly fallen stupid in love. Nobody could really judge him, but they did rib him hard anytime someone mentioned love at first sight, because for Fundy all it had taken was a single talk, a flower, and a smile, and he was part of the club. 

So there they were. Four single, hopelessly pining idiots, all of them madly in love with the same man, all of them trying their best for that man to fucking notice. It got so bad that Sapnap had officially declared them as ‘a pack of simps’, the name partly brought on by the constant furry jokes at Fundy’s expense. Sometimes they met up to brainstorm a way to confess, but a lot of the time it was just them, hanging out, joking and playing games and only sometimes bragging about something Dream had done with them (George was almost always on top of their unofficial list of brags, but the time that Dream had made Sapnap pancakes while shirtless had made more than one of them green with envy).

And of course, in the end, it all came to head with a couple of simple events, no plans, no elaborate confessions, nothing. When they’d recounted it all later, it was almost painful to see how stupid it was. 

Fact number one: All of them were loud people. They yelled a lot, they liked to say stuff that most people would probably blush with shame and hide away. They’d discussed, quite frankly, a lot of things that would’ve made old grannies have a heart attack. One of those topics tended to be Dream, because the title of simps had indeed not come out of nowhere, and they were all healthy, sometimes horny people with a crush the size of Russia on a man that wasn’t only hot, but regularly drove them crazy.

Fact number two: Up until Karl had offhandedly mentioned it to him one day, Dream had had no idea polyamory was even a thing.

Fact number three: One of Dream’s lectures had canceled unexpectedly, and he’d started heading back to his place before deciding to swing by Punz’s, just because. 

Fact number four: The ‘pack of simps’ had been meeting at Punz’s loft before planning to go meet up with Dream after his lecture ended, intending to go out for the night somewhere.

Fact number five: Dream had, apparently, been attracted to all of them right back. Maybe not from the very start, but almost. 

Fact number six: Apparently, a more apt title for all of them would have been ‘a bunch of dumbasses’, but they quite happily accepted ‘polycule’ instead.

66 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#4

sometimes i wish i could mail people their dtiys, but a picture shall have to do; here's @vioarry 's!

81 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#3

“arts and science are inherently tied but different” blah blah LISTEN TO ME. linguistics is like maths except the numbers are constantly evolving and also hate you personally

89 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#2

oh, here's my sketchbook's cover and back, since i was done with it i thought "might as well"

104 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

here’s a little something i started yesterday

c!dream gets deaged- but instead of being an immortal, like the cornelius fic, or a kid, he’s a teenager; specifically, manhunt!dream.

He gets a potion thrown at him by fundy during- actually. He gets deaged during the disc war finale, in the moment he starts chasing tubbo once everyone’s there. Fundy panics and throws the first thing he had in his inventory, an experimental potion he had to bring along because it was too unstable to leave alone. 

The potion shatters against Dream’s side, in a loud crash that seems to resonate in the hall of attachments, and normally it’d be forgotten with the threat of the man himself against them, but his immediate scream catches their attention. 

Dream drops his shield, using his free hand to clutch at his face under the mask, seemingly in pain. The weapon in his other hand seems almost forgotten, too focused on whatever the potion had done.

Sapnap doesn’t lower his axe, not when he’s not sure what’s truth and what’s lie with the man in front of him anymore, but there’s hesitation in his movements when he takes a step forward. 

Dream doesn’t move. Doesn’t react at all. Not to bring his own axe up, not to pick up the shield. 

Then the clang of armor moving reaches him, and he snaps his head up, flinching back from his position as he looks around.

The movement knocks his mask askew, and he doesn’t seem to care.

But Sapnap, in front of him, seeing not the face of the man he knows but instead the face of a long-forgotten past, cares. He cares a hell of a lot.

“What? Wh- where…” He knows he shouldn’t flinch, but the trying-to-sound deeper voice of his once-friend brings out that part of him, the part that remembers being fourteen and mad and hungry and looking for cash, and it scares him. It can’t be. It shouldn’t be possible.

The person in front of him doesn’t pass for 21. He doesn’t even pass for overage. 

He looks fifteen, young and scared and trying not to show any of it as he bares his teeth at them like a feral thing, clutching the axe like a lifeline, like it’s the only thing between him and certain death, his suddenly just a little too big armor looking off on his frame.

This isn’t the man that committed the atrocities that they’re here for. This is the teenager that’s been hunted for longer than most people could ever try and escape for. Sapnap knows those eyes, he knows the prey drive that dwells behind them, and he knows how a cornered prey like that reacts, one that’s learned that there’s no use in pleading for mercy.

Dream reacts exactly like he’s been taught to.

He runs.

(edit: this fic is now on ao3, and is on its fourth chapter!)

255 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

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