#well one of them is but shshsh

[blauwu]

All of my attacks on @the-mirror-sunflower-owo :)

And an animation meme here

Character names in the alt texts・ω・

[httpsleclerc]

Heyy

Can I request dad!George X mum!reader where their little one and the reader are not feeling well so George has to look after them/ the house (which he is happy to do for his favourite people) 👉🏻👈🏻

I LOVE THIS !! DAD!GEORGE FOR THE WIN WE ALL CHANT IN UNISON !!

You quietly groaned as you heard the bedroom door creak open, a sign that George had finally returned home after a long and tiring triple header. Normally, you and your daughter, Juliette, would have attended at least one race before the end of the season - Despite her only being 2 years old, Juliette loved watching her dad race.

With your daughter finally sound asleep in your arms, you could only hope that she was sound enough to not hear the noise of her father coming come.

But George had known something was wrong when neither of you were awake to greet him as you normally were. He had guessed that both you and your young daughter had become ill when you burst into tears when he FaceTimed the two of you before he had boarded his flight back to Monaco.

"Hey," He greeted you softly, kneeling beside your bed to come face to face with you, your daughter's sleeping form slightly obscuring your face from George's view. He didn't mind though, Juliette was just as beautiful as you were - He was unsure of how he'd gotten so lucky to have two such beautiful girls in his life.

"Hey, sorry, we were just really tired," George would never say it out loud, but you sounded awful, blocked up and congested. "We saw your race, you did so well, my love," He smiled widely, here you were, sick and still looking after Juliette, yet still making the effort to watch your lover and his passion.

"Thank you." He pushed some of your hair away from your face gently, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand, frowning at how hot you felt.

"I'm sorry the house is such a mess," You looked away from him shamefully, you felt like it was one of the main jobs of a stay at home mom to keep your house clean and tidy, yet here it was, looking like a tornado had stormed through.

"it's okay, love, I can sort it out," George assured you, frowning as Juliette stirred and whimpered, slowly opening her groggy eyes to try and pinpoint the familiarity of the voice in front of her. "Hello princess." George spoke to her gently, placing his hand on her small, chubby cheek.

"Daddy," She spoke groggily, coughing and sputtering as she fully woke up. George frowned, but took the sick toddler out of your arms, aiming to give you at least some sort of break from your sick child. "Huh? mama?" Juliette whined, weakly struggling in George's arms as she reached back for you.

"Shshsh, it's okay love, Daddy's got you, okay? Mama's sick so she needs to get some rest," The father explained to the small girl in his arms, rubbing her back to try and soothe her. "You're gonna have a bath, and then you can get into nice clean pyjamas and I'll get you nice and cosy in bed, okay?" Juliette nodded, enjoying the sound of her father's plan.

It didn't take long for George to get Juliette settled. He sat with her until she fell asleep, making sure that she knew that he was there. He placed a small kiss on her forehead as he left her to sleep, smiling as he remembered that the small girl was his and yours. Juliette was a symbol of the love that you and George had for each other, a little person that was made up of all the best parts of you and the best parts of George - In your eyes, she was perfect. This was when he didn't mind taking over the housework, he knew how much you did for him and Juliette, how much you sacrificed to bring your daughter into the world - He knew that you deserved to rest as much as Juliette did, so he would take over your housework - Dishes, laundry, grocery shopping.

He somehow had it all done before you had woken up, shuffling quietly into the living room to see George in the kitchen, lingering over the stove as he heat up some of yours and Juliette's favourite soup.

"George?" He turned, smiling sadly as he saw how miserable and achy you looked.

"Hi love, why don't you go sit down? Or, or! I can draw you a bath, change the sheets and put your pyjamas in the dryer so that they're warm for you coming out?" George offered you, making your heart swell - This was when you knew that you picked the right man to be the father of your child.

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.8

Not me and my mate watching Deadpool and Wolverine again

I forgot how mean and scrungally he is

I need him

<< Part 7 Part 9 >> Masterlist

Babygirl: party on saturday?

Y/N: Wade? Is this you?

Y/N: Did ya change your name on my phone?

Babygirl: shshsh

Babygirl: saturday?

Babygirl: party?

Babygirl: you?

Babygirl: normal?

Y/N: Yeah I'm not crazy if that's what ya mean

Babygirl: okie make sure wolvie knows

Babygirl: wear something nice

Babygirl: i like hearing you two at it

Y/N: Perve

“Why are you frowning?” Logan questioned, lowly. He was sitting on the sofa between you and Laura, the 2002 Scooby Doo movie playing on TV. You loved that damn dog.

The three of you had spent so much time together it was really sweet. Laura did still sleep on your bed whilst you claimed Logan's but after her therapy session yesterday she had asked you to sleep next to her - her nightmares were back - and, of course, you agreed. You felt really bad slipping into your bed because you essentially abandoned her on the second night.

“I'm sorry.” You stroked her hair. “I know the first night wasn't my fault but I've spent the whole time in Logan's bed.”

“It's okay.” She spoke and you could see she held no resentment. “I'm normally okay.”

“Well, you make sure you keep asking if you want a bed buddy.”

The bedroom door knocked and Logan quickly popped his head round. “‘didn't say night.”

That was a lie. He had said night.

The man walked to your side of the bed and bent to give you a quick kiss. You scratched the scruff on his cheeks and looked up at him. “Good night Logan.”

“Night, beautiful.”

He then leaned over you, his - barely, covered by a vest - pecs hovered by face and briefly kissed Laura's crown.

She accepted the kiss with a smile. “Night.”

“Night bub.” He ruffled her hair.

Logan hesitated for a second but did exit. You could tell he was worried. If Laura asked you she must've been scared. He also told you that he hadn't had a good night's sleep before sleeping next to you, so perhaps that was part of it. Maybe he was going to miss you being at his side.

“Wade is texting me every single emoji.” You whispered back, turning the screen, ping, elephant. Ping, arrow. Ping, music notes.

“Why-”

“I dunno.” You laughed. “But he says the party is back on this Saturday.”

Logan placed his hand out and you handed him the phone.

Y/N: stop harassing her or I'll break your face

Watching Logan type with his nails was hilarious. Laura had told the tech he wanted stiletto - the type she got - they weren't massively long but the shape was causing problems. Everything he's been doing has been made harder because of them.

Babygirl: promises promises

“I love your nails.” You gushed.

He displayed his fingers for you. One hand was yellow with a blue ring finger, his other hand was blue with a yellow ring finger. “I'm getting used to them.”

You held his hand, delicately moving it to see the glitter shine. “If they're hassling you, we can cut and file them to a better shape.”

“I like the challenge.” The hand you held was lightning quick and flipped positions. He pulled your hand to his and kissed the back of it. “Did you like the colour I chose?”

“Course I did.” You leaned your temple against his shoulder, hand still captured in his, and watched Scooby and Shaggy argue.

“No, Scooby Doo, your mum eats cat poop!”

Laura laughed at that, a full body laugh, deep from her stomach.

~~

You were organising some of your things in Logan's room when it fell on the floor. Dedicating a bedside table and half of the wardrobe to yourself was easy because he already seemed to do that. Only using his half of his furniture.

You folded your jeans and placed them into the enclosed drawers in the wardrobe.

Logan's footsteps wandered into the bedroom. Usually heavy due to his skeleton but now they were light. You suppose it was a good thing this building was empty because the downstairs neighbours wouldn't like you.

“You alright?” You ask over your shoulder, tucking the drawer closed.

“Yeah.” He replied watching you neaten up the hangers.

He observed you potter about, sitting on the edge of the bed. You made his home yours. It was nice. He liked seeing your things intermingled. It felt real. This felt real and good and he was happy. He knew he didn't deserve this but he would grab ahold of it as long as possible. He would be happy and content.

Well, until his eyes caught something on the floor.

It sat face down just under the bed frame. Logan scooped it up and found it was a Polaroid. You were so young, smiling wide, one eye shut in a wink. Your hair was shorter, styled and you were wearing make-up. The top of a silky red dress visible on your shoulders. Next to you was him. He looked younger, his hair was longer, fluffier. He was grinning from ear to ear, one hand in the frame doing ‘devil horns’ whilst his other held two beers. He was wearing a black button down.

It was clearly a party.

You both were clearly having a good time.

“What was the occasion?” Came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

You glanced up and saw him looking at your Polaroid. Where had he got that? “It...it was Beast’s birthday.” You spoke, diplomatically, taking a seat next to him. “Rogue decided to throw a banger. W-I got quite drunk.”

“You look amazing.” You really did. There was a carefree aura surrounding you and you seemed to glow.

“Thank you.” When you had looked at this in the Void you didn't usually focus on yourself but you did look good. Better than you did now. "It's the makeu-"

"No, it's not." He vowed with an air of finality.

You didn't argue back, instead just thinking about how you wouldn't even know how to do makeup nowadays, all the women you saw were gorgeous. Their skin shone and they had sculpted cheeks.

"You are beautiful." He had told you this practically everyday but right now, sitting on the bed with him, gazing at an old vibrant version of yourself, you believed the words. Believed they were true, even if it was just to him.

“Thank you." Your hand found his arm. "You know, you can't see them but I loved the earrings I had on. Yo-” Cutting yourself off before you could act more of a fool.

“What?” He encouraged.

“Logan brought me them.”

He noticed the melancholy flicker in your eye. “What was he like?”

"Like you." You smirked up at him. “Sweet like you.”

“Longer hair.” His thumb traced the strands.

“I know, I loved the long hair, little kitty ears.” You giggled to yourself.

He saw the delight on your face, the scrunch of your eyes and wide grin. Immediately deciding to grow out his hair.

~~

Dinner was actually really nice. Gambit had told you to come to his and he promised the best Cajun food you'd ever had. 

He had decorated his apartment like any young bachelor. He'd painted the room a dark grey and accessorised with light colours. He had a white sofa and rugs and curtains. The TV was the centre of attention, underneath was a playstation with various game cases. You should really take Laura to IKEA or Home Depot, let her choose a paint or a bedspread or even buy her some posters. 

“Like what you've done with the place.” You patted his back as he washed his hands. 

“Thankin’ you ‘ere.” He flashed you a grin, towelling his hands dry.

“It smells lovely.” You glanced at the food. There was a pan sizzling and veg boiling. “What you making?” 

“Jambalaya, cornbread ‘n greens, mon ami.” He smiled. “I don't remember ‘lot about ‘fore the Void but when I cook’ere this I feel a’ home.” 

That was genuinely sweet, you felt a tug in your chest. “I'm so glad you're sharing this with us.” 

“Ain't much.” He shrugged. “Bu’ it good.”

You both turned to the others, “Reckon Blade’ll have some?” 

“I'll make a plate.” 

You hummed. The Dhampir could consume food but it did nothing for him, it held no nutritional value which is why you guys ate the scavenged food and had to create the ‘feeding system’. “He might try it.” 

“Sup bitches!” Wade and Al entered. 

“Ah, mi amor.” Gambit opened his arms for Al. 

Wade karate chopped between them. “Back off Magic Mike.” 

Al shoved Wade to the side and slipped into Gambit's arms. 

Wade dramatically rolled his eyes, slumping over to you. “Why do my friends leave me?” 

“No one's left you.” You pat his head. “You alright? How was your day?” 

Wade sniffed the food, finding a spoon and taste testing the Jambalaya. “Wo-hooah, that'll blow nips off.” He offered you the spoon, you declined, watching him expertly flick it into the sink. “Day was alright. I've been meeting with the Avengers. They do not like this bitch. Also Spiderman is young. I am not that way inclined. I'm looking more to an Andrew Garfield type.”

“Young?” You scrunched your face. “He wasn'- I guess that's another way this universe is different.” 

Wade shrugged and skipped to the sofa, jumping over the back and landing right next to Blade. 

“Oh, possum. How’s hunting Vampires? Need any help? I'm not sure we were friends last time but I'm willing to try again.” 

There were two sofas and on the other was El and Laura, Gambit led Al over to it and the girls scooted up. 

Logan was sipping a beer standing by the girls. He wore his low waisted boot cut jeans and a vest. Ugh. Seeing him casually in this outfit was fine, but haloed against the TV light, one leg cocked, was something else entirely. Why was he so good looking? 

You wanted nothing more than to get on your knees and undo that stupidly large belt. 

Logan stopped mid sip to blink over to you. His eyes raked up your body and he smirked over the bottle, mouthing ‘later’. 

How did he know you were looking at him? Could he feel it? You watched him, moving yourself closer to the group - feeling the slightest slick between your legs - and you realised. Fuck. He could smell you. 

Cou-could the others?! 

Blade?

LAURA? 

Could they smell your arousal? 

Well, they'd certainly sense your panic. Calm down.

You sincerely hoped they couldn't and tried to calm yourself. Think of anything apart from him. Apart from his body. Fuck. Apart from his dick. FUCK. Apart from him, you can do it. I believe in you. 

Apricots?

Good girl. God that's what he calls you.

The seat you took was a breakfast bar stool, pulled from the kitchen counter, placing it in-between each sofa. 

“‘e’ere ready in a’ouple minutes.” Gambit informed the group.��

The table was set so there were no jobs for anyone to do so you all just sat and chatted. Talking about stuff and nothing. Literally wasting what time you had. You could waste time. 

You know you were becoming a broken record but you still couldn't believe everyone could just- just waste time. 

Gambit announced the food was ready and you all settled at the table. It was hardly large enough for everyone and El had kindly brought her chairs in to accommodate everyone but you all made it work.

Gambit was at one end of the table and Wade at the other. Al, Blade and Laura on one side. You, Logan and El at the other.

“I jus’ wanna say a few words.” Gambit finished pouring the wine.

“Please.” Wade sassed. 

He raised his glass. “No’ we all togethe’ I jus’ wanna ‘member those lost.” He took a deep breath. “Johnny.” Wade coughed. “Erik. Matt. Frank.” 

“Whistler.” Blade carried on. “Safron.” 

“Reed and Sue.” El tipped her head. "Victor."

You smiled at Gambit. “Anna Marie.” She had briefly caught his eye and helped you for a moment before her and Erik were killed. You knew he liked her. He told her to call him Remy, no one else did. 

“My dad.” Laura’s voice was barely above a whisper. Her eyes were glued to Logan, brows pulled. 

“Jean, Storm, Scott, Hank, Charles.” Logan's knuckles whitened. 

Al nodded. “Deuce.” 

“Deuce?” Wade questioned. “Your dog?”

“He was my eyes.” She shrugged. “I miss him.”

“Not as much as I miss Cable.” Wade starred off distractedly into the distance. “He was kinky.”

With that the speeches ended and you all tucked in.

It was scrumptious. 

Absolutely brilliant. 

You loved everything Gambit made and you definitely weren't the only one. 

Bowls were emptied quickly, being filled with second and third helpings. 

Once dinner was done you were sitting just idly chatting again when Logan placed his hand on your thigh. 

Maybe it was the two glasses of wine you had - hadn't consumed alcohol in years - or the fact that he was fucking gorgeous but your legs not-so-subtly opened. You hadn't meant to, your body just merely responding to him. 

Logan hummed in approval, patting your thigh before he rubbed it.

“So, Y/N, do you think you'll come with me to the gym tomorrow?” El asked, completely unaware.

“I was thinking of meeting you there.” You recalled the earlier conversation. “It's a quick walk and I haven't been out by myself so that might be good for me.” 

Logan's hand slipped further, closer to where you wanted him most.

“I usually get there for eleven, leave at two but I'll probably hang about a little longer. Introduce you to Natalie.” She had told you about her gym friend and you were so happy for her. She deserved someone other than your broken family to talk to. 

You all meandered back to the sofas, full and happy. Gambit gave you the choice Alien or Ghostbusters and it was decided that you'd watch the latter. 

The final credits rolled along, you and Wade singing the tune very out of tune - singing the instrumential part ‘beeeeyneewneeewwwnewnewnenenew’ too. 

Goodnights were quick. Everyone got a hug and a see you tomorrow. 

Laura hesitated at her front door though, watching you head for Logan's. “Are you sleeping in there?” 

“No.” You answered immediately. “No. I'll sleep with you baby.” How stupid were you to think she'd be alright. She had had an awful therapy session yesterday and needed you, she wasn't going to magically get better. She needed time. “My things are in here though, Hun, I'll get ready and meet you.”

She smiled small and let you leave. 

Logan was on you immediately, bear hugging you from behind. “How long we got?” 

You chuckled. “Not long enough Mr.” Extracting yourself from his arms, mirroring his earlier taunt. “Later.” 

He grumbled but watched you get ready for bed. You hopped in and out of the shower - warning him to stay away - and began washing your face at the sink. 

He watched you perform your ablutions, unobstructed by the nails. 

“Why is it easier for you?” 

You raised a brow. “Huh?” 

“The nails.”

“I'm not sure, could be the shape? I think I had them done once for a wedding when I was younger.” A thought slipped through your mind and right out of your mouth. “You're like Victor.” 

Logan guffawed. “He could suck his back in. Came in handy wh- wait- we will have to file these.” 

“Why?” You squeezed toothpaste onto your toothbrush and began brushing your teeth. 

“Well, these ones anyway.” Logan had separated his middle and ring fingers. Ah. That's why. 

You decided to play coy, with an innocent “Why?”

“You know why.” He winked. 

“There's a file in that draw, get the clippers and I'll help if you want. It won't take long.” You spoke over the toothbrush, taking time to spit. 

He didn't comment on your hasty response, eager to avoid a future obstruction. Logan produced the items and waited for you to finish brushing your teeth. He sat on the lip of the bath. These apartments were brilliant because they had a bath and shower! You loved the choice!

You were precise in clipping them both and then made delicate work of filing, trying ever so hard to not destroy the paint job. 

Logan sat patiently watching you work. The small frown on your face adorable. 

He really liked you. 

He knew that was childish. 

But he really really did. 

“Done.” You grinned proudly. “Can't wait to try them out.” 

He hummed, taking ahold of your hips. “Why wait?” 

A shaky breath left your lips but you were strong. “I'll see you tomorrow.” Kissing his nose. “Promise.” 

You made a quick exit and entered Laura's front door. She was in bed waiting for you.

You tucked Laura into the covers before nestling in next to her. 

The nightmares had returned, you had eased her to sleep yesterday. Being able to shush the problems away before they woke her was a blessing, you'd had to get good at that in the Void. Your Logan used to twitch and thrash about in his sleep, Laura does the same, you wondered if this Logan did also. Most likely. If you live as long as them you have a million ghosts hovering over you. 

Laura fought sleep, pretending to watch a rerun of Law and Order. She'd become accustomed to watching TV in bed and you had to agree it was the way to go. 

You never truly understand the show because you zoned in and out of slumber but the storylines were basic enough to grasp. 

~~

Laura spasmed next to you, rousing you from the light dozing. The TV was still on, telemarketers selling unnecessary products, casting a low light for you to see she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her face was twitching and her shoulders were tense. 

“Laura, baby?” You whispered. She usually responded to your voice alone. 

Nothing eased her, instead she snarled. 

“Laura.” You spoke more firmly. “Laura, I'm going to place a hand on your shoulder.” Again, that usually worked. This time, though, her eyes sprung open and she punched you in the gut. 

You gasped, feeling more pain than a punch. It was sharp. Ah fuck. 

“Laura.” You fought to keep your voice even. 

Her eyes were blown wide and her mouth hung open. 

“Laura don-” She retracted the claws. 

Fuck! 

Now the real trouble began. 

You kept a hand on your side, creating a field around the wound to keep pressure on it. “Laura. Baby. It's okay.” You reached out to grab her hand but she scurried away. Clamouring off the bed and into the corner of the room, she shook with unshed tears 

“Laura.” You didn't want to panic her but you needed her to focus. You needed her in the room with you. “Laura, I need you to get Logan.” 

She spluttered, covering her mouth, and nodded frantically. Sprinting away.

You were alone. 

Laying in bed.

Holding yourself together. 

Shit.

This would stain. 

You heard crashing and yelling before Logan stormed into the bedroom. The door flung so hard it came off the hinges. 

“Baby.” He was immediately at your side. 

“Logan.” You smiled in relief. 

“Don't just stand there, call 911!” He yelled at Laura. 

“Hey.” You frowned. “Don't be mean.

Logan snarled and ripped the phone from her hands. He dialed a number which was more than three and placed the phone to his ear, using both hands to hold your side. "It's me. I need the cradle. I don't fucking care. You owe me. Yeah this is my favour. Fuck off and help."

The phone was flung to the side and he smiled down.

"Help is coming, beautiful."

You tried to suppress a cough but that didn't work, blood spitting out of your mouth.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Logan growled over his shoulder.

You couldn't see Laura but knew he was talking to her. "Lo-logan." You warned.

"Fucking trouble."

He hadn't been like this with you. Hadn't been this angry. Hadn't swore so much.

"Stop." You ordered, vision blurring. "Logan?"

"I'm here." He promised.

You blunk and the room was different. Lighter. There were annoying led lights flashing past. You were moving. Your view was slightly obstructed due to Logan still being at your side. He was jogging, you could tell because of the way his hair bounced.

"Your hair." Your voice was muffled, restricted. Hands flying to your face to find there was a mask attached to your nose and mouth.

"Leave it on baby."

You grumbled but dropped your arm. Gosh it was an effort to move.

You were tired.

Why were you so tired?

How could you get to this level of tiredness?

Weren't you asleep a second ago?

These questions didn't matter because you found yourself easing back into a dreamless sleep.

Part 9

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[infamous-if]

the orpheus question actually reminded me of an oldie but goodie. idr if anyone's asked this but what is one thing the ros want to hear, need to hear, and dread to hear from the mc. thanks! (hope you have a great day :-D)

Seven

Wants to hear: ‘I’m sorry I miss you’

Need to hear: ‘you can be just as capable as hurting others the same way you think others hurt you, and it’s not fair to hold that against them while doing the same’

Dread to hear: ‘I’m much happier without you’ (funny how it’s similar to what seven told MC)

Orion

Wants to hear: ‘Orion, you’re a good person, no matter how much you feel otherwise’

Need to hear: ‘Stop dwelling on the past’

Dread to hear: ‘I don’t need you anymore’

August

Wants to hear: ‘you’re doing well’

Need to hear: ‘you need to be vulnerable once in a while if you want to connect. It’s human nature’

Dread to hear: (anything that invalidates August’s feelings)

Victoria

Want to hear: ‘I want to give you what you deserve’

Need to hear: ‘Choose yourself for once’

Dread to hear: ‘you’re not worth the trouble’

G

Want to hear: ‘you are more than what they say you are’

Need to hear: ‘drinking won’t solve your problems’

Dread to hear: ‘you deserve everything that you got’

Sebastian

Want to hear: ‘I won’t leave you’

Need to hear: ‘it’s okay to be afraid’

Dread to hear: you’re not enough

(I was focused on their routes so prob doesn’t make much sense rn shshsh) (Have a great day as well!)

[writingshushf1]

First Burn - part 1

Summary:  Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms, all of your charms! - the one where your relationship with leclerc ends (and it's his fault).

Rating: +14

Warnings: cheating !!!!!

Word count: 2k

Note: the hamilton songs' idea is happening !!!!! yep, so this first part isn't about mick much, only the last quote lol, but the second part will be about their romance etc. now it's only angsty sh*t. btw, it's cool to listen to their fight while listening the song ! shshsh, like, comment, tell if you liked it, part 2 is coming soon

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Heaven forbid someone whisper "He's part of some scheme" Your enemy whispers So you have to scream

The mobile phone fell out of your hands just after seeing those photos, it wasn't possible. You were not innocent, but they were never more than rumours. You took a deep breath, running your hands over your face wet from the tears you couldn't hold back. He said it was nothing, that they were old childhood friends - just like you were his. A traitor.

You wished he'd thought that straight. Leclerc had always been a great boyfriend, romantic, fun, good in bed. The worst? You were public. You often appeared in the paddock, chatted to the other girlfriends and now? How would you approach them and say: well I'm going to be single.

That wasn't even the worst of it, it was reaching out to Charles in person, not wanting to slap him in the face. You weren't perfect, but you couldn't imagine how he could have acted like that wasn't something terrible. 

Your face was hot, cheeks pink and a little swollen, but that wouldn't stop you from going to him. He was going to have a "boys' afternoon" with some drivers from the grid - and because Monaco was tiny, you knew very well where he would be.

"I can come with you." Carmen said, reaching for a handkerchief to dry her tears.

"I can too." Lily murmured, running her hands over her shoulders. " Best not go alone."

"Thanks, girls. Shall we go then? I have a relationship that will break up."

They laughed softly, giving each other a group hug before you guys got into the Spanish girl's car.

The drive was filled with soothing music in the background. Upon arriving at the piér, Max's yacht was there and with that, so were they. Leclerc, Gasly, Russell, Albon, Ricciardo, Sainz and Verstappen were laughing, drinks in hand, with a table full of snacks. Tu looked at the girls again, letting them take the lead. Their respective boyfriends saw them both walking with not-so-happy features, they both looked at each other before passing between their friends and heading to the entrance of the yacht.

"It's not about you guys, relax." Lily commented.

You thanked them and walked inside, crossing your eyes with the Monegasque, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall on your face. He made a confused expression at you, not expecting you to appear there. You just nodded for them to go to a more private part of the boat. Charles took your hand and walked quietly away, his lack of sobriety not helping. Your mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out, it seemed that all the words fell apart when you needed them most.

You unlocked the cell phone screen, showing him the sequence of pictures of him with a woman who was not you. His facial expression changed at the same moment, it seemed that his sobriety returned to his body as he realised the trouble he was in.

"Love..."

"Don't call me love." You took a step back. "You brought this girl into our bed and ruined everything."

"Hey, that's not what you're thinking..."

"I know about rumours... I see the way you look at women..."

"What? I don't..." He reached for your hand.

"Don’t!" You raised your arm. "I'm not naive! I see women all around you. You think I don't see them falling for your charms? All your charms." Your voice was shallow, trembling as you spoke.

Don't take another step in my direction I can't be trusted around you Don't think you can talk your way Into my arms, into my arms

"It's serious... It was only once."

"Now you admit that you cheated me?" Your face was wet again, a trembling voice, but it wasn't going to let that stop you from finishing speaking. "Honestly, Charles... Just admit that it was more than once. I always thought they were rumours, because there was no proof and people wanted to ruin what we had, some might even be out to hurt, but now I honestly suspect all these sudden trips with your friends, going for hours and hours without even sending a 'hello'..."

"Had?"

"Honestly? Is that what worries you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. It's hard to live like this with someone, I really tried but..."

"Haven't you ever heard of an open relationship? Honestly, I wouldn't have been offended or insecure. You walked to the exit. "Honestly... The world has no place in our bed, they don't have to know what I say! You have lost all rights to be disappointed, of my heart, of your space in bed. Find somewhere to sleep tonight with only the memories of what you caused, because I don't want to see you in our apartment. I'll be long gone by tomorrow." 

You walked down the stairs of the yacht, looking at the girls, who obviously heard everything - along with everyone else who was there. One last time, you looked into his deep blue eyes, sniffling low and pointing your finger at him.

"I hope you burn."

Before your friends could even follow, you walked quickly out of there, back to the car. You both said goodbye to your boyfriends, looking the Monegasque up and down with the biggest look of disgust on their faces.

"Honestly, Leclerc? You did a damage-you-can-never-undo kind of stupid. Truly, you didn't think this through." Carmen said looking deeply at him, soon leaving together with the Asian woman to go after you.

The three of you were at the beach, sat down on the sand, watching the sunset. The city noise was filling the background while you were in silence, mourning the end of the relationship. You felt betrayed on so many levels. And the worst hadn’t even come out yet: the media knowing the end of your relationship. As you were a somewhat relevant songwriter in Europe and he’s a worldly known driver, people would talk. A lot.

“At least… I can still hang out with you girls, for a second I was worried that if I wasn’t his girlfriend, our friendship would end.”

“Never! Friends before partners!” Mundt replied, holding your hand.

“Or you could say… Bros before hoes.” Lily joked, making you two laugh. “But really… We’re here.”

“I’m not going to lie… I always thought you were too good for him.” The Spanish raised her hands, causing a burst of laughter to escape your lips.

“You were dating an Icarus. Who has flown too close to the sun.” Lilly commented.

I'm burning the letters you wrote me You can stand over there if you want I don't know who you are I have so much to learn I'm re-reading your letters And watching them burn (burn)I'm watching them burn (burn)

Getting over someone wasn’t easy and going through this being in the public eye? Even worse. You recluded yourself the last few days, no social media at all. After coming back to your old city in Switzerland, the goal was to restart your life from scratch. Well, kind off. 

The first days were the hardest, waking up in bed without his warmth, without a good morning and a ready cup of coffee. The loneliness that plagued, because besides a boyfriend, you lost a friend, someone important in your life journey. And that doesn't happen every day and it is very difficult to overcome.

"4am, another lost night, no sleep. You couldn't take it anymore, not getting much more than two hours a night, hence working for almost 10 hours straight because it was the only thing that calmed your spirit.

The smell of his perfume still permeated some of your clothes, it was too painful.

Suddenly the doorbell of the house rang and clearly you were not expecting a visitor. You went downstairs and opened a small crack, seeing the person who should have been there the least. The Monegasque was holding a box, full of your belongings - things left over from your quick exit from the place you once called home.

Without saying anything, you gave him a space to enter, going up to the bedroom and pulling a box from the bottom of the wardrobe. His belongings seemed to weigh a ton, it was as if that weight didn't want to let you move, yet you went downstairs and placed the cardboard box on the table, waiting for him to hand yours over.

"Hey..."

"Don’t. Don’t take another step in my direction." You ran your hands through your strands of hair, sighing loudly. "It's not enough that you came here, please. Just go away and live your life, okay?"

He didn't answer, just shrugged and picked up his box, walking away gloomily.

As soon as you closed the door and saw his Ferrari drive away, you let the most anguished cry come from your lips. After one, a few more cries escaped your lips and you were sitting on the living room floor, hugging the box, letting all your sadness out through your cries and pleading that none of this should have happened.”

I'm erasing myself from the narrative Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted When you broke her heart You have thrown it all away Stand back, watch it burn Just watch it all burn

Meanwhile you are a songwriter, so being undercover wasn’t hard at all - since it was mostly a remote job with a few meetings here and there. Your record label was good, they had multiple contacts through various singers around Europe, so nothing to worry about. Your mourning state was fueling creativity, and you poured your heart and soul into her music. You wrote about your pain, but also about the hope and resilience that you were trying to find within yourself. The songs became a source of comfort and inspiration, more than already was before.

Carmen and Lily came to visit you whenever they could, appreciating how you were trying to get out of this stagnating moment, building yourself up again.

Often, when you left the house to go cycling, you met a blond man who was already familiar with your life with Leclerc. Mick Schumacher lived a few streets down from you and meeting him was a bit strange at first because of the closeness he had to the drivers. However, as time went by and you slowly tried to rebuild yourself, he became a good company for hikes, walks with dogs and late night chats.

After months of heartache and pain, while also testing new waters, you finally found the strength to move on from Charles. As a songwriter, you poured all of those negative - and positive - emotions into your music and used it as a tool to heal and grow from the experience. It wasn’t an easy journey, much less a lonely one, and probably had a hidden lesson from life in it, but honestly? That didn’t care right now, it was you getting out of your spiral. It was all those cliche end of the movie tropes: self-love, resilience, and the healing power of music. Though the road was long and difficult, you emerged stronger and more determined than ever before.

Until you were helpless again. Those fucking blue eyes and blonde hair.

Boy, you got me helpless Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm helpless Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em

[sergeantsporks]

Writing Request!

Hunter gets adopted by direwolves.

Sorry.

Hunter plucked a twig out of his hair. “No—you’re fine. I should have known better than to take a new palisman for a flight right away. Stupid of me to think I was experienced enough it wouldn’t be a problem, huh?”

He’d seen enough palisman awakenings to know that what Dell called their “teething power” was unpredictable, and they weren’t used to flight right away. He’d given the advice countless times—give them a second to figure out flight themselves before you hop on the staff. He’d also watched his advice be immediately ignored by countless young witches who wanted nothing more than to share first flight with their palisman, and had done the exact same thing he just had, shooting off erratically into the sky and crash-landing.

Despite the crash, despite the long trench he and his new palisman had left in the forest, Hunter’s body buzzed with excitement, with exhilaration. She’d woken up—and she was beautiful. He reached up to touch Waffles’ face, half expecting this whole thing to be a dream. But she was real and solid underneath his fingers, and he couldn’t help but let out a whoop of happiness.

He was answered with a mournful howl.

Hunter shut his mouth, falling instantly into survival mode. He teleported to the top of a tree, crouching silently in the branches and waiting, watching the forest carefully. A minute ticked by. Then two. He might as well have been part of the tree; he didn’t move a muscle. The howling didn’t start again, but Hunter’s ears twitched, picking up a pained yip, and snuffles. He leapt carefully to the next tree, barely shaking the branch when he landed. Then to the next, and the next, until finally, he found the source of the howling and snuffling. A direwolf pup crouched in the forest, one of its six legs caught in a steel trap.

Hunter’s breath caught in his throat. Seeing a direwolf pup in the wild was rare—mostly because the packs guarded their young jealously, and the majority of those who did stumble upon a wild direwolf pup were quickly ripped to shreds.

But this one didn’t seem to have the rest of its pack. It snuffled and whined, alone in the trap. Hunter watched for a few more minutes, waiting to see if the rest of the pack would give itself away. When the forest showed no signs of movement, he leapt down, landing softly on the ground and approaching the pup slowly.

“Shshsh, I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, “I’m here to help.”

It was startling how similar direwolves looked to the pictures he’d seen of human realm wolves. He supposed that was where one or the other had gotten its name. Aside from the extra set of legs, and the tusk-like fangs that curved from its lower jaw, this pup could have jumped right off of his T-shirt.

Hunter examined the trap. It was a fairly simple model—he poked the trap demon in the eye, and it let go, glaring at him. Hunter gently lifted the pup out of the trap, glaring right back at the trap. It was small, far too small to catch a full-sized direwolf. Either the trap had been meant for something else, or poachers were after the pups for exotic pets.

Heavy teeth sank into Hunter’s arm, but the puppy didn’t have the bite force to actually break skin. Hunter lifted his arm up to look the dangling pup in the eye. “Stop that,” he commanded the puppy sternly, “I can’t bandage your leg if you’re chewing on my arm.”

To his surprise, the pup let go. Hunter rummaged through his apron pockets, pulling out a pair of heavy gloves he used to handle some of the more clawed palisman. He mentally kicked himself for not using them earlier, but better late than never. He didn’t have bandages with him, but his polishing cloth was better than nothing. He tied it swiftly around the pup’s injured leg, just the right tightness to stem the bleeding. As thanks, the pup bit him again, with no effect on his gloves. This time, it was easier to shake off.

“You’re welcome,” he told it grouchily, “Go find your pack.”

Waffles trilled a warning, and too late, Hunter realized he’d let his guard down. Eyes glittered in the trees, and a low growl hummed through the air.

Hunter dropped the pup like a hot potato and jumped to his feet. A quick spin told him that the direwolves had him surrounded, but they hadn’t pounced yet.

The pup, he realized. They were giving him space and judging whether or not they could rescue the little creature. How long would that hold, though? What was more important to a direwolf? Pup safety, or revenge? No research had been carried out successfully. Due to the ripping-into-shreds tendency.

Hunter made a choice that was either absolutely brilliant or the last thing he would ever do in his life. Before the wolves could make their decision, he scooped the direwolf pup up and threw it towards one side of the circle.

The startled yelp and the look on the pup’s face as it flew through the air was so comical Hunter would have laughed if he wasn’t so worried he was about to get mauled. But his gamble paid off—the entire pack lunged towards the pup to make sure it was alright, for the moment forgetting about the interloper in their midst. That one moment was all Hunter needed. He bolted, teleporting away to give himself extra time.

Fly? Waffles chirped. Hunter shook his head. He’d love to—and most times, it would be the best option. But he could feel the magical energy still bursting out of Waffles at the seams, and he couldn’t risk another crash, not right now with direwolves on his heels.

The pack recovered from their surprise and Hunter heard their howls tear through the trees. He ran faster, vaulting over rocks and fallen trunks, occasionally teleporting again when he could feel their steps thrumming in the ground and hear their panting behind him.

Snap

Hunter’s momentum kept him moving forward so fast he didn’t even realize for a second what had happened until he was abruptly yanked to a stop, and his left leg exploded in a riot of tearing pain. Hunter crashed into the ground, but he barely felt the impact. The direwolves howled again—no—wait—that was his voice, screaming.

Hunter’s breath seized up in his chest. The ground turned into a blur. His leg throbbed. Direwolf teeth snapped closer and closer.

Ding

A sound like a pealing bell rang softly through the trees, and a haze of golden light tumbled around Hunter, just as the first direwolf closed the distance. The creature thudded heavily into the golden bubble that surrounded Hunter, its claws scrabbling uselessly at the surface.

His staff floated in front of him, wings outstretched. The golden light cast strange shadows, concealing any color of the bird, and Hunter squinted, his head spinning.

“Flapjack?” he murmured. He knew, somewhere in his gut, that he was wrong. But it felt so familiar—so right.

“Safe,” Waffles chirped, and just like that, the spell was broken. Flapjack was gone. But the palisman he did have—his brave, beautiful, loyal palisman—was still there, protecting him. “Keep safe.”

Hunter dug his fingers into the dirt, taking deep breaths and steeling himself to look down.

Another trap demon had locked its jaws around his leg. The thick steel had bit straight through his boots, and already blood oozed out around its teeth.

Hunter’s stomach heaved, and he tasted bile.

Can’t breathe, he thought dizzily, and laid down flat on his back. Just breathe, breathe, breathe. He pulled up a handful of dirt, pouring it slowly onto his forehead. The steady pressure of the falling soil dragged him back down into his own body, and he took a deep breath, repeating with another handful of soil. Outside, the direwolves settled, pacing around the golden bubble. But inside the shield, inside, Hunter felt the stillness of the forest seep into his bones. If he died here, the forest would move on. It was strangely comforting

Hunter sat up, moving slowly and carefully to avoid moving his leg and setting off a fresh round of tearing. Still, every second felt like knives stabbing further into the wound. With a clear mind, Hunter could see that the wounds hadn’t actually bled that much—the jaws, for all the damage they were doing, prevented the blood from exiting the wound.

He was out of bandage substitutes. As long as Waffles could keep the shield up, he’d be safe from the direwolves. And as long as the trap demon remained lodged in his leg, he wouldn’t bleed too badly. Trying to leave now was certain death. But he couldn’t stay here forever.

It almost felt wrong to summon his penstagram scroll, like he was breaking the forest’s calm. But, he argued to himself, all creatures had a way to communicate distress to their fellow animals. This was simply his howl.

Still, he kept his messages short. One to Eberwolf, and another to Viney. He trusted them to tell anyone else who needed to know. Then, the call completed, he sat and waited. Only a few direwolves remained pacing. The others laid a little ways away, playing with their pups and leaving the hunt to their fellows.

Hunter watched the remaining hunters. They watched back. And slowly, one by one, they drifted off. Only one stayed. It laid down, but kept its amber eyes fixed on him. Hunter met its stare. Neither of them broke eye contact. Somehow, Hunter was certain that if he did, the wolf would call its pack, and they’d attack the shield until Waffles couldn’t hold them back any longer. Finally, the direwolf yawned, rested its head on its paws, and closed its eyes. Hunter breathed a long sigh of relief.

The respite didn’t last long. The golden light around him flickered, and Waffles chirped an apology. The direwolves perked up. The shield flickered again, then went out entirely.

One

Two

Three

Hunter’s heart beat a quick tempo in his chest, but he didn’t dare move. If he ran, he was prey, and he wouldn’t stay out of their reach this time. Waffles fell to his hands in staff form, ready to fight.

The direwolf closest lifted its head again, slowly rising to its feet. It took a few steps closer to Hunter, unconcerned. It sniffed the trap around Hunter’s leg first, its lips peeling back in a snarl of disdain. Then, its nose came inches from Hunter’s dirt-streaked face. It snorted, sending a blast of hot air in Hunter’s face.

Then it laid back down.

The rest of the pack followed its lead, sniffing Hunter’s face, then settling in a big pile around him. One of them started to lick Hunter’s injured leg, but stopped when Hunter yelped, his stomach heaving again. He dug his hand back into the ground, settling his breathing back down. He had to stay a calm part of the forest. Otherwise… he didn’t want to start to think what they’d do to him.

Despite the danger literally surrounding him, Hunter couldn’t help but lean back, resting against one of the direwolves’ flank. The steady rise and fall of its breathing slowly lulled him into an easy sleep.

Waffle’s chirp woke him. The sun had risen, dappling the forest floor with light. And sitting in a circle of happy direwolves was Eberwolf, who seemed completely unconcerned with the massive creatures, despite the fact that he held their injured pup in his lap.

“Good sleep?” Eber signed, letting the pup go.

Hunter sat up. His head pounded, and his mouth felt drier than the Titan’s palm. He couldn’t feel the trap around his leg anymore—in a panic, he sat straight up, dislodging a puppy that had curled up on his chest. But to his surprise, the reason he couldn’t feel the trap was because the trap was gone, and his leg had been wrapped in clean bandages.

Eber chuckled. “V-I-N-E-Y. You slept. Took all her magic to keep from being torn.” His face split into a proud grin. “Not like me. Not like you.”

“Mrgh?” Hunter managed. The puppy he’d dislodged crawled back up to him, someone discontentedly. Hunter scratched its ears to placate it. “What happened?”

“Part of the pack now.” Eber howled, as if to emphasize the point, and the rest of the pack howled with him. And strangely, Hunter felt a deep pull in his chest, too, a call to open his lungs and heart and howl with them.

Eber grinned again. “Helped a pup. Didn’t back down. Showed good defense. Earned respect. And trust. Very good.”

“Oh,” Hunter responded faintly. The fact that he’d even survived the night surrounded by a direwolf pack made his head spin. But still, a glimmer of pride shone underneath that. Not many people could say they’d befriended a direwolf pack—especially not one with pups.

“Very good,” Eber repeated, “Now? Time to go home.”

Hunter felt a twinge of sadness at the idea of leaving the forest behind, but the feeling was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of relief. “Yes, please.”

[wildernezz]

dead poets society scene that cannot be slept on any longer (im just rambling and analyzing the sillies and pretending to be smart. also spoilers loll)

I GET THAT THE DEAD POETS SOCIETY BARELY HAS A FANDOM BUT WHY DOES EVERYONE SLEEP ON THE PUNCH SCENE WITH CHARLIE AND CAMERON?? IT'S GENUINELY SO WELL WRITTEN AND PROBABLY ONE OF THE BEST DIALOGUE SCENES I'VE SEEN IN FILM??? HELLO?????

every single actor in this scene does such an amazing job. they genuinely all feel like such real and complex characters it's insane.

i don't care if you hate cameron's character but you cannot deny that his scene was amazingly pathetic. his actor did such a perfect job at portraying him almost like a rat backed into a corner. he's doing everything he can to save himself, telling himself he's the one in the right, the one with common sense, when he knows he's faking it. all his dominance is such a pathetic lie and it's genuinely impressive to watch it be portrayed so accurately. it is exactly what it's like to watch someone desperately claw for an ounce of respect. cameron was always a desperate character, and the moment he got the chance to drop his friends and come out "higher" than them, it just made him even sadder to watch.

and meanwhile charlie's the perfect example of failed justice and passion being outpoured all at once. he has so much determination and desire to stand up for what he believes, but it's all pouring out at once. he doesn't know how to handle all of it. he knows he's done for but he can't give up for the life of him, and it all comes out in a solid swing to cameron's face. that single punch probably sums up everything about charlie, and honestly everything i love about him as a character. he seems like a menace-y little bastard, but at the end of the day he just genuinely wants to do what he thinks is right. he's fiercely protective of the people he looks up to but he'll never admit it. that little shit has ZERO clue how to handle his emotions rationally and it's honestly respectable. he doesn't know exactly who he is, but his values are so strong that he's unknowingly guided by them. basically he's just a silly little guy and i hope he punches people more often :3

AND TODD THE BELOVED <33 he is so underrated in this scene it's insane. every word feels like it's falling out of him. he's lost his best friend and he's lost all control over himself. it's powerful seeing such quiet and reserved character unwillingly transform into everything they've been trying to keep down. i will forever be in love with how his character completely breaks down after neil's death. this is kinda just me projecting but he fr feels like a representation of all of my own thoughts when breaking down, except he's actually voicing them. todd supremacy for-fucking-ever.

THE OTHERS ARE ALSO SPECIAL TOO BUT THEY DONT GET A LOTTA LINES FOR ME TO ESPECIALLY ANALYZE SO IM JUST GONNA ADD RANDOM TIDBITS OF THE OTHERS HERE.

i absolutely adore how knox acts in this scene. especially his lines of "don't touch him charlie, you do and you're out," and then for that to be followed by "you don't know that" after charlie's little "i'm out anyway"?????? knox's entire personality in this movie might be about trying to rizz up girls (and it's a little concerning now but it was a different time guys please he's silly guys i swear), but he's honestly SOO sweet when he's not focused on that. he's just as protective of his friends and it's so nice seeing him be the voice of reason. like did u guys not see how quickly he reached for charlie when he was about to kick cameron's ass????? he genuinely wants the best for his friends and he knows them well enough to try and stop them from doing any irrational shit (even tho it failed later but shshsh). love knox for that.

meeks and pitts don't say anything in this scene, but their looks alone give off so much. you can just SEE how much meeks feels betrayed by cameron, and then pitts looks like he's still trying to process the fact that cameron would even do something like that. it's honestly so sad but god it's so amazing to watch.

anyways thank u for coming to my ted talk plspls ask me about films or drop ur random analyzations to me im so desperate to analyze my favorite little guys :33

[irritablepoe]

do u think ranpo would sweetly desperately mutter another man’s name, in a ‘restless’ state, maybe a name he just made up,,, in his ‘sleep’ just to fuck with poe and make a million scenarios run through poe’s head but here's the twist ,,,, ranpo’s worse, so poe placed a microphone??? he put hidden fucking cameras (the ones that pick up audios) and with his eyes closed, listens to poe’s obsessive and slightly betrayed strings of mumbles, excited to watch the footage of poe the next morning at work on his phone, and even inserts a little more toss and turn and uh whimper shshshs to hear his appalled noises

mwhehehehehehe u have once again got me thunking thoughts 🫡

HELL YEAH YOU GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! poe would be SOOO fucking furious omg, but ranpo would probably whisper his name as well to encourage him to keep going and to keep poe on his toes and yk also to increase a... lets say "sense of competition" to spoil him even further. poe will probably figure out that the name is fake eventually though still wants ranpo's attention so he makes his stalking methods more and more obvious. i also had the headcanon that both of them are aware of each others stalking and that leads to them developing some kind of secret communication method, like for example poe sets up a camera at the ada and ranpo knows and every time he needs snacks he turns a specific way in his chair and poe is like !!!! he has to get his beloved rival some candy

[averagetmntfan]

Portals gone wrong!

(“The 4 servants Au” & “time beats a dead man Au” ((collab w/ @mikey-rottmnt)) Crossover fic!)

1/???

tbadm universe, 11:38 am.

“Well, shit. We’re screwed.” Bendy slumped, watching koi pace back and fourth in the tent.

“I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT! I SWEAR I WROTE IT ON MY PHONE!!” Koi panicked, running his hand through his fluffy hair.

“well I mean, shouldn’t you know this kind of stuff? Since ur Mugs boyfri-“

“SHSHSH!!” He put a firm grip on bendys shoulders.

“Keep your voice down, dude!”

“Ok, ok! Jeez! js let go of me, please.”

Koi Immediately retracted his hands away. his face looked strained, as his body shook ever so slightly. He had no idea what to get his partner for his birthday. Which was today.

clearly, he wasn’t great at hiding it either. Because as soon as bendy got a look at him, he knew immediately.

“Look, if you’re so worried on what to get him. Why not ask cup?”

Bendy suggested

“HE’LL JUST LAUGH AT ME! OR GET MAD AT ME!!” Sweat was pouring down his face, making him look like he just got out of a pool.

“Okay, okay!! Fine!! just, chill. I’ll ask him for ya-“ He hopped of the cot, walking out of the tent. As koi watched in horror, he lays on his sleeping bag, getting lost in his thoughts.

As he stared as the ceiling of the tent. He saw an orange spark. Immediately, he blinked. And the spark was gone.

‘I must me imagining things.’

———————————————————————

T4S Universe, 11:38 am.

Mikey groans, laying flat on the couch. His whole head pounding with pain.

His mouth throbbed, his teeth hurt, and his tongue was sore. All because of those stupid braces.

he couldn’t even eat anything! That’s how bad his mouth hurt. He still didn’t understand why he needed braces in the first place. His teeth looked okay to him, anyway.

He wanted to just..scream and cry. But his eyes were dry, and his voice was weak. He had no idea how to even feel right now.

“you okay, Angie?” Leo asked, slowly leaning on his baby brother.

..riiiight, his brothers came home early to “comfort him”

“No, my mouth hurts like shit.”

He said, slumping even further in his sweater.

“Leo, ur not making it better.” Donnie commented, smirking ever so slightly at his phone.

Leo gave him an annoyed glare, before turning his attention back to Mikey.

they all go silent, js watching another Jupiter Jim movie. When suddenly..

“Mikey..W-Why’re you glowing?”

Raph jolts up, looking at his lightbulb of a brother.

The twins turn their attention to their little brother. Leo stares at Mikey in disbelief. Sure, it wasn’t an impossible event, but he never expected it from his own brother!!

Suddenly, a glowing orange spark awoken from the floor. Soon getting bigger, and bigger. And within seconds..

The portal had swallowed them whole.

_________________________________________

Tbadm universe, 12:30 pm.

ah yes, the sound of a peaceful brunch. The birds chirped, the sun shined. It was almost perfect!!! “GIVE IT BACK!!!”

“NO!! I FOUND IT FIRST!!!! I WANNA EXAMINE IT!!”

“YOU’RE GONNA HURT IT!!”

..almost, perfect. The chipmunks siblings were fighting again. Typical siblings, battling over what seemed to be a rare species of caterpillar? Interesting. But one thing was for sure…

This was giving vins a serious question about her life choices. Are her and cup doing the right thing? should they..not? What would everyone think? As if on que, a thump had hit the ground. Actually, it was Multiple thumps. Repeatedly!! Mugs was the first to react. Well, if u call screaming and jumping to Koi’s arms a reaction…

“ughhhh..” The strange creature groaned, starling nearly everyone.

“WHAT ARE THOSE?!?” Mugs yelped, holding onto koi tightly.

“Excuse you, teakettle!! We are turtles, clearly.” One of the other creatures said. As raph was getting himself up, he was shown down by a tall figure. Taller them him, that’s for sure. “Alright, buddy. Start explainin’, who you, and your little goons are.” Cup demanded, Looking dead serious. (As usual, I guess-)

“Look uh..sir? We don’t want any trouble-“

“YES WE DO!! FIGHT ME YOU COWARD!!” Mikey shouted, raising a fist in the air

The crew awkwardly stare at the littlest one. Bendy snickers ever so slightly. I think these 2 would get along just fine!!..if Boris let him get closer then 18 feet away.

“wait- soo, how’d you all get here?? No one rlly just..comes to the middle of the forest..” koi gently placed his love down, now resting a hand on his hip.

the brothers proceed to look at eachother, then all their eyes fall upon mikey.

“great question, why don’t we ask the damn lightbulb, eh mike?” Leo stood up, crossing his arms in disappointment and blame. Starring daggers at his lil bro.

“OH, SO ITS MY FAULT I MAGICALLY STARTED GLOWING?!” Mikey shouted, making this nearly more awkward for our beloved crew of cartoons. “Ok, how about we all just..calm down, okay?” Vinnie suggested, standing between the 2 turtles.

“whaaaaat is even happening right now??” Donnie whispered, moving ever so slightly to his older bro.

“honestly? I have no idea, don.” He whispered back. This one definitely in top 5 weirdest shit any Of them have ever been in. And ohoho boy, was it just gonna get weirder and weirder from here…

MASTERPOST NEXT

You have no idea how long this took to make..

I was gonna put drawings in here too, but I couldn’t draw one thing and then another, then…I ran out of motivation.

But maybe eventually, I’ll go back and add drawings :]

[calbeloved]

inktordem again!!! it's still an hour to midnight so im on time :)) busy busy days which means that's how it's going to be more often than not shshsh

day 9 - morte

some spoilers for opd id say, we're set somewhere between opd and opc here!!

Dante knows Death well. He's an occultist, he knows how the Elements work, he knows, he knows, he knows.

It's not knowledge that makes him look away from the spirals.

Arthur, outside of the bathroom, is still messing with his guitar; sudden on and off, yet quiet strumming that makes Dante think right, I'm doing something, I don't have the time for staring at spirals now.

…It's stupid.

He knows how Death works. In the end, the only thing It wants is to pull him in. Take some of that precious time he has, until there's nothing left.

Still. It doesn't change the subconscious feeling of frustration at being disrupted, can't they see he's busy doing something important-?

An exhale.

Dante breathes slowly and looks away from the mirror. He cranks up the faucet and wets his hands again (how did they dry off so fast?) and presses onto the bottle of soap, disposing the flowery smelling liquid into his palm.

He stares at it for a moment. At his hand.

…Outside the bathroom, Arthur says something, too quiet for him to pick up through the closed door. Still, it makes him move, almost on instinct; someone's waiting for him.

He washes his hands. Wipes them off on the towel hanging on the wall and opens the cabinet beneath the sink.

Two first aid kits, toilet paper, some towels, a hidden gun… and a pack of bandaids. Exactly what he's looking for.

They're not the ones Dante's used to. Instead of the cheap, bland bandaids that stink, these ones are visibly high quality and dotted with little dogs on them.

…huh.

Still, he doesn't put them away. He pushes the doorknob down and pushes the door open with his shoulder, staring at the box. Are the dogs from a cartoon, maybe..?

Arthur is already sitting on the bed. He smiles when Dante walks in, shifting- he pats the pillow next to him excitedly.

Dante manages to hold in a snort. “Sorry. Couldn't find the bandaids."

“Pshh. It's all fine, come here now, come on-”

Dante climbs onto the bed, bumping slightly into Arthur as he does. He almost wants to reach his hand out, to make sure he's a proper distance away- but no, he can see now, there's no need for that.

He's so excited for this… Dante can't help but absorb some of that energy. It is exciting, sure, but to see Arthur so glad to do this… with him, no less… It makes him feel something; almost like the beginning of a panic attack but nice – a squeeze in his insides, but not making him choke. Just… taking his breath away.

Dante looks at Arthur's face. Grinning, looking straight at him, so happy-

Once again. That feeling.

Wordlessly, Dante hands over the pack of bandaids. Logically, he knows that Arthur must have been the one to buy them, but thinking of it now… They're for kids, aren't they? That's embarrassing. “Are these ones okay? I didn't see any other packs, so I just…”

“Perfect!” Arthur exclaims before he can even finish speaking. “Man, I thought I lost those- look at Marshall!”

He shoves the box almost into Dante's face, pointing at one of the dogs. White with black spots. Cute. But…

“...Marshall?”

A pause. Arthur stares and slowly leans in closer. He blinks. “You… don't know Marshall. From Paw Patrol? You know- the show?”

Ah. Dante winces. Cartoons…

“Um. No?” He tries, too aware it comes out more like a question.

“...we are so watching that later,” Arthur whispers, eyes glowing. He grins again and shakes his head. “But- Later! Give me your hand now.”

Dante does.

Arthur gets the bandaids out of the box- he picks them out, fully focused, and lays them out on the bed. Grabs Dante's hand closer, positioning the fingers apart.

“Look, you're going to need to cover your pointer and middle finger for sure… If you really want to commit, we might as well bandage all of them.”

Dante looks at his hand. Over at the guitar laying on the bed; its metal strings. He doesn't shudder, but it's a close thing “...all is fine.”

“All! Okay…” Arthur hums and tugs him even closer- pointing at a blue bandaid with a smile. “How about Chase for this one, then?”

Dante nods, not trying to hide the smile appearing on his face. The dog is wearing a police uniform. That's… probably fine. He moves his hand so Arthur has easier access to the top of his fingers- and prepares to feel like a mummy.

Just tries to stare at Arthur instead of his hand and the tattoos on it.

[apatheticnatureiskey]

{DS! APOTROPAIC!: GLOOM & MIMIC}

this is not what the parallels really look like it’s just the hallucinations :)

Character Name - Nightmare

Nickname - Gloom

Role - Deuteragonist

Sexuality - Demi-polysexual

Pronouns - they/them

Height - 5’5

Physical Description - mask

Personality - They're conflicted most of the time. But normally they're like regular DS! NM but more serious and aggressive. Kind of concerned about the whole situation and doesn't know how to cope with it.

Age - 225

Weakness - their fears, their friends getting hurt,

Fear - Cleithrophobia (fear of being trapped), Atychiphobia (fear of failure), Catoptrophobia (fear/dislike of mirrors), Thanatophobia (fear of death)

Weapon - Staff

Likes - Kevin (✨🛐) // Friends // Kicking ass //

Passions & Talents - playing the Violin >:) //

Dislikes - Mimic (piece of sh--) // Paralysis (🤢) / Weakness //

Other - They were at the Meme Squad's place when the crap went down. Them and the other two decided to go get answers. They went to JR since the gas came from it's direction. This was a very bad idea because they went through the gas and kind of got traumatized because of the hallucinations. They however made it to JR and got the answers. After a fight, they decide to stay there because it was too terrible to go back through the gas. Gloom isn't that bothered since all they want is to not have anything to do with the gas. (Then the parallels came but shshsh)

So now there is a truce between JR & The Meme Squad because of the terrible situation. It is quite relieving for them, but now they have nightmares of different things that are kind of worse than the ones they had before. Mimic and them do not vibe together. Mimic is extremely manipulative and wants to take control very badly. Gloom often prevents it, and tries to stay calm during the hallucinations and nightmare periods. That doesn't mean they aren't bothered by it though.

Character Name - Mirror! Nightmare

Nickname - Mimic

Role - Villain

Sexuality - Lesbian

Pronouns - she/it/they

Height - 5’4”

Physical Description - pretty

Personality - Fake, pretends to be nice. Normally has a happy demeanor but it turns manipulative with Gloom (and if she's upset as well).

Age - 125

Weakness - Lack of Attention,

Fear - Hydrophobia (fear of water), Cacophobia (fear of ugliness),

Weapon - demonic arms that grown from the ground // sparkle light stick

Likes - Death // Deception //

Passions & Talents - Tracking // Manipulation //

Dislikes - Nightmare/Gloom (bitch <3)

Other - Now this bish is crappy manipulation wise. It takes advantage of people and stabs them in the back.

Back then she was a traitor, and turned to the bad side. And as a result, they gave themself evil/demonic powers. She kind of turned evil cause the urge for attention went really far. Also she's like… demonic with they're arms that rise from the ground. ;-;

She is second in command and the second to most powerful.

[defensivelee]

some notes about the fifth chapter of Six Lives bc I can't get enough of it:

-writing the first scene made me realize how much I miss Charles here despite him never having appeared before. also the whole of the story in general... I didn't think of it before but he really does haunt the narrative

-Sunderland and Bidloo both being introduced here was intentional, I wanted to give us more sadist whumpers

-who wants to go to Sunderland's farm YEEHAW 🤠🤠🪓🪓🪓🐎🐎🐎

-Miss Villiers and Bentinck are my sweethearts. that is all

-i find it funny that Bentinck is on the receiving end of not one, but two possessive freaks... considering MENHERAMEN

-i don't know else to tell you that Mary is in love with her father after this chapter. if you don't see it I cannot help you

-Bidloo asking Bentinck if there's more men in his house. yes it's exactly the kind of question you think he's asking

-goddamn William was just so sexy here. I cockblocked myself SOOOO bad there were at least three points where I was like 'i should have them fuck him here'

-that scene with Anne at the execution... if you've read warrior cats, specifically that scene where Hollyleaf reveals the truth of her parents to the Gathering, then it is so obvious that this scene was inspired by that one. I literally reread it beforehand to get myself in the mood. holy shit I love public revelation scenes like that

-Anne's little tail movement as she left was so satisfying to imagine

-when I tell you I cannot get enough of James' wives (well he's only married to one but shshshs) here. Maria and Marly have my hearts forever, they were honestly so powerful here

and that's as much as I can shriek without heavy spoilers

[chthonicgodling]

how many kids does your Loki actually have?

(hi everyone I am right now accepting eLoki’n’kids questions, pre-Elysium, past-Elysium, current-Elysium— pls. please please. pls pls pls pl—)

[prev question over here too!]

WELL i’ve actually been retconning one Elysium-child out of existence (no one cared about him anyway shshsh) and been back and forth with myself on doing that to another one EDIT:AND FINALLY DECIDED TO DEMOTE THE OTHER ONE so the current *but subject to change* count is 13!! ALL accidental it’s worth mentioning dggkfg

(plus - who knows if any more children might be in his future! Who knows!!! anything could happen!! anything at all………………...)

I’ll go through them all in order of oldest to newest!* (weird wording due to* Libby*) Please enjoy this blend of Norse mythy realness & Elysium brand chaos, under the cut cause it’s soooo extremely long of course; I mentioned it at the bottom but special warnings for some Dark Mentions in here of things like child death,/ murder/ miscarriage / & of course less dark but general pregnancy talks—

1- Sleipnir! Loki’s first born, the eldest son, also notably one of just two amongst all of them who has not been able to move into Elysium :(( Sleipnir- true to myth - is an eight legged horse, carried by Loki (in the shape of a horse) after being sired by Entire Horse Svaldifari. it’s… a long ridiculous story that ended up in an oopsie baby spider foal (you can just look up this Norse myth lmao) and that was all well and good until Loki finally returned to Asgard with toddler horse and Odin took him away. This first event - the first of what would be many tragic circumstances to follow surrounding his first six kids - was the start and beginning of Loki’s deep-seated trauma and paranoid caginess surrounding all of his pregnancies/children. to this day Sleipnir remains in service of the Aesir as Odin’s personal stallion, where Elysium can’t just take him since Odin would obviously notice and Loki is technically a wanted escaped fugitive in his home world so 🙃 horrifically sad and traumatizing forever. uhhh anyway!

2- Hela! Loki’s eldest daughter. I literally just drew her yesterday over here!! She’s the other one of all the kids who has not moved to Elysium. Loki is Hela’s mother, & she was sired by the Frost Giantess Angrboda, with whom Loki had begun to rendezvous with solely as an act of general rebellion against well, everyone. Loki uhhhhhh had not expected to somehow get magically pregnant from these encounters, biologically nonsensical as it was, but he’d delightedly rolled with it after the first time (and would return to her twice more hoping for more accidents - and receiving them - before she finally shooed him away). Like I said in her drawing, Hela was half dead once she was born, and half of her decomposes, regenerates, decomposes. As a teenager she and her younger siblings (the next two bullet points) were ripped from Loki by Odin and each respectively banished away in isolation out of fear of their growing powers. Hela is the queen of the Norse Dead and resides in their Underworld of Niflheim, where she has made a home and an obligation for herself that she will not abandon, even for the chance to reunite with her mom :(

3- Fenris! (also known as The Fenris Wolf….. also known as Fen), the former GIANT WOLF born to Loki & Angrboda again, nowadays shapeshifted into your run of the mill big hulking werewolfy Viking. Once again birthed by Loki as a puppy:) before growing extremely big with no sign of stopping. yes wolf-shape-Fen is larger than even Cerberus. Growing up as a gigantic bloodthirsty ravenous wolf but truly just misunderstood and unfairly judged Fen too was separated and banished during Odin’s scourge, imprisoned in isolation on the island of Lyngvi for many many years… until the coming of Ragnarok in ~2014ish (as Eisa and Einmyria were being born) - which Loki during canon Elysium events circumvented by freeing Fen, transforming him into a human shape, finally bringing him home to the Elysium palace. Fen is like ~palace adjacent~ he and his brother Jör are near inseparable and prefer to spend their time roaming the Underworld rather than confining to one place after so many years of being locked up.

4- Jörmundgandr! (also known as The World Serpent, The Midgard Serpent….. and also known as Jör) - the former GIGANTIC SEA SERPENT born ALSO to Loki and Angrboda, the last of their children before they “broke up” (had they even been dating??) Like By the time Jör was born - again to Loki yes as a big snake even then but. Quite a bit Smaller thank god. - Angrboda was finally like Jesus christ ENOUGH stop using me to sire children leave me alone??? and that was the End of that relationship or lack thereof. Jör was the last of the three kids that Odin banished away at once, he was thrown into The oceans of Midgard (EARTH) to wrap around the world nine times, ending with swallowing his own tail in one big ouroboros……. Like his older brother, Jör was freed and transformed humanoid to prevent Ragnarok in 2014 and lives Elysium-adjacent with Fen. Fun fact Jör was friends with mermaid Glaukos even as a big snake - from living in the oceans! Glaukos was able to reunite them when Loki first fell to Elysium yaaay. Also. it’s worth mentioning that even humanoid Jör is constantly biting his nails some things don’t change…. The ouroboros continues……

5 & 6- Vali and Nari! Who I just drew as teeny newborns over here and whomst I have drawn many MANY times. Normal human shapes except in the modern day Elysium canon….. they’re ghosties, eternally ten years old :(((( Loki carried the twins too though they’ve always called him father; their mother was the goddess Sigyn, nowadays Loki’s Big Ex (one of em.) after being Loki’s longest committed relationship, wife adjacent. the twins were conceived by accident of course very shortly after their previous three siblings were taken away, but Loki & Sigyn had been in a relationship for QUITE some time before that, as she’d acted as step parent to the trio since their early childhood. When Loki killed Balder as revenge for the loss of the trio, Odin magically bewitched ten year old Vali and Nari to kill each other and left their horrific remains for Loki to find (enough left for Loki to enchant the pieces himself and sEE WHAT HAD HAPPENED AND BY WHO).

This was one of the most horrifying and traumatizing things to have ever happened to Loki, now SIX losses of his beloved children— a catalyst for his period of supervillainry in which we allll know what happened. Sigyn also left him - an incredibly ugly breakup that didn’t help anything, as she’d blamed him fully for their deaths. When Loki ended up in Elysium, Tory transferred their ghosts from one Underworld to another and reunited them at long last :’)) finally the beginning of a happy ending!! As cheerful ghosts, solidified and recolored by their new bestest friend Meli (the goddess of ghosts) the twins DO live a happy and fulfilling life, and their return to his arms was the biggest step to Loki in Elysium finally starting to pull himself together. yay!!! and now the Elysium continuation kids!

7- Fjöer! son of Loki and Laphi, Loki’s first baby in the Elysium palace! Fjoer is half owl like his dad Laphi and is the shape of a big blue feathered. uh. thing. Fjöer like alllll the rest of them was an oopsie baby, after screwing arounddd and finding himself pregnant in the palace wth NO idea who the other parent could be. Loki panicked and ran away, preferring ALWAYS to be pregnant alone anyway (leaving secret instructions to find him just with Vali and Nari, though Epi was able to contact him through dreams.). Within a month Loki had given birth to… an entire bird’s EGG, narrowing the other parent down to ONE specific half-owl-god lmAO. He returned to the palace at that point, and Fjöer hatched two months later. Fjöer was actually the first cross couple baby of all the palace let alone with Loki (lmao look at us now!) but Laphi and Jesse took this in stride especially once Laphi’s owl-parent instincts took over. Fun fact!! Fjöer speaks only in chirpy bird talk, but all of his siblings and parents can understand him seamlessly! NO ONE ELSE, THOUGH

8- Rane! Daughter of Loki and…….. hmmm redacted due to in-progress retconning.(also she has never had a twin shhhhhhhhhhhgg). Let’s call her Flower Nymph for now. Rane’s humanoid but the first of Loki’s kids to LOOK and act Jotunn, as she came preloaded with a super low body temp and ice powers (which she hardly uses in favor of playing with mortal card tricks as a better form of magic), and was powerful enough in utero to knock all of Loki’s magic haywire. Soooooo back when Loki had left with Fjöer in utero, he’d somehow befriended a stray Flower Nymph residing newly in the palace, detached from everyone else; Vali and Nari had brought her to him to make friends lmao. what followed for the next few years was a friendship turned sort of romance, as she was COMPLETELY in love with him - he was not - he humored her for a while - it was a bad pairing all around - finally they broke up. They…. hooked up a few more times against their better judgement. Aaaand of course then Loki found out he was pregnant.

Loki’s relationship story with Flower Nymph is in the process of major retconning but they remain NOT together as a couple, just finally friends after many years of turmoil, and Rane shares split custody between the two of them (most of her time with Loki in the oalace). MOST fun fact about Rane of all time is!! she was actually born IN the avengers tower😈😇 which is a whole other story that I will not include here bc this length is so stupid already but. lmao! This is also Loki’s least favorite fact

9 & 10- Eisa and Einmyria! …Haha oh boy. they are Loki’s daughters with TORY, and the first EVER babies who Loki didn’t carry himself - while Loki was about eight months pregnant with Rane, on accident he had knocked up Tory, who had given birth to baby Raz himself not long before. Eisa is made out of molten lava - Einmyria is made out of smoldering ash. Before I talk about All this here is a DISCLAIMER that everything is fine with them and everyone NOW in terms of coparenting and a happy family!! but the series of events surrounding their surprise conception and birth was nothing but CHAOS. Maci had allowed Loki to sleep with Tory one time - NOT GET HIM PREGNANT, and she was BEYOND furious. Generally Maci AND ALSO TORY are NOT calm people they are both Very quick to anger!! Loki, bugging out of his mind from not carrying the babies himself, also feeling cornered from Maci meltdown rage and Tory’s anger and panic, responded to all of this by- perpetuating an all out war right back at them.

from all angles there was SO much screaming and yelling and fighting and custody battling— For like a solid four months of Tory’s pregnancy there was just utter turmoil, including events such as Tory fully leaving the palace (falling ill as the babies powers surged too strong for him to handle and returning); separately Maci leaving the palace in a fit and returning when Tory got sick; then separately again Loki himself getting kicked OUT of the palace after another explosive blowup— Tory and Loki PUNCHED EACH OTHER AT ONE POINT — oh my god it was a dramatic NIGHTMARE. You have to remember back then Loki and Maci HAAAATED EACH OTHER!! But finally tempers cooled and everyone calmed down, agreed to coparent and make nice for the babies’ sake, Tory allowed Loki to name the twins himself, everything was fine.

Everything is fine today! lol Maci was so bitchy about the kids and took one look at them and fell in love so bonus babies no issues. All that fuss and for nothing. …. By the way during Tory’s pregnancy with them had been when Thanatos had escaped and been exploded by Loki, and THEN— due to the stress of all these events of the past year— Ragnarok was triggered to begin. right around when Tory’s water broke (prematurely). Oops. Just uhh Loki things. This is when Fen and Jör came to the palace though!

11- Vrykolakas! Aka Vryk. Most of you probably know Vryk cause this was around the time I had started updating everyone on Elysium goings ons! Vryk is Loki and Epi’s son - sired by Loki and carried by Epi, and his claim to quirky fame is his action of traumatically dying in utero, and then clawing his way back out of his own grave to carry on forever undead. Vryk’s conception also came with a great deal of drama even before Epi had miscarried him. Epi and Loki (&Eury) slept together with the intention of possibly getting Loki pregnant, whatever happens happens, new free baby since Epi and Eury’s previous pregnancies had not been easy for either of them, but it was a panicky shock when Epi ended up pregnant instead. (None of Loki’s genetics or biology make any sense lol.) Though Maci and Loki had been playing nice with Eisa and Einmyria by then, Maci immediately started a fight with Loki with the misguided intention of protecting Epi who was terrified to be pregnant - to which of course Loki retaliAted back at her and ALLL THE DRAMA OF PREVIOUS STARTED UP ALL OVER AGAIN. Epi ended up barring both of them from being near him and hid in Chal’s house - this was when all that was going on too! - until unexpectedly miscarrying.

This was devastating of course I mean do I even need to say that. Aaughhhhh god and- Loki had lost so many children before, but never in this way, and he reeled as well. With even worse emotions at play now and those previous tensions only Barely having been smoothed, Loki and Epi got into a vicious fight - but reconcilied soon after over Vryk’s coffin. Aaaand then Vryk came back to life later that week and was fine ever after :)

Fun fact Vryk was the FINAL actual key for Maci and Loki to actually finally start to tolerate each other with any degree of warmth - for the reason OF warmth, actually. Vryk, being DEAD, does not give off body heat, and cried for days and days straight with no one able to tell what was wrong…. Until Maci, fire goddess, picked him up and immediately got him to stop. Vryk has always called Maci Mama :) shockingly Loki did not kill her over this— if only because Vryk would cry any time Maci put him down OR Loki left the room. They had no choice but to be together AHH lmao once again everything is fine now but! harrowing series of events!!

12- Sæunn! Sæ is the current youngest of all of Loki’s children right now! Also appearing Jotunn-like, Sae’s most exciting feature is the ability to turn into a giant squid for NO reason, an ability only recently discovered. She is the daughter of Loki and Jesse (yknow. Laphi’s husband. whoopsies.) Jesse and Loki hooked up, on birth control bc Loki had too many fucking kids. Because Loki is Loki, that birth control did not work on Jesse And!!! Jesse found himself pregnant!’ The big thing about the birth of Sæunn is that - Before Jesse had ended up pregnant Loki had thought he’d been handling processing the events of Vryk’s almost loss quite well but suddenly having another baby IN someone else right after he’d watched Epi lose Vryk made Loki twitch out of his mind a little bit. He drove Jesse absolutely crazy treating him like he was made of glass for all nine months even with Jesse’s assurances that everything was totally fine. In fact the ONLY unusual thing about Sæ before she was born was that Jesse was inexplicably drawn to water and the pools the entire time. Otherwise the whole pregnancy was healthy and uneventful! Six years later (she’s six now!) the reason for that became extremely clear…. Squiddy :)

however. honestly. a quick aside. lmao the REAL lasting result of Sæunn’s birth was that Loki ended up taking like a three year celibacy hiatus due to EVERY FORM OF BIRTH CONTROL failing either him or any of his partners and oh my god this is so many babies back to back to back. celibacy in the… loosest sense of the word as Loki can just make clones of himself so 🙄 lol. up until - what with Maci being naturally infertile - well. was it possible she was the ONLY person Loki could actually sleep with without knocking up!!? yes😈 hence Loki’s long-standing grudge against her finally snapping, leading into that very first time in 2021…… and then, the next year! everyone discovering an,,, herbal birth control dealio….. that not only did successfully prevent pregnancies in Loki due to trial and error but also doubled as a….. sex pollen-esque aphrodisiac…… whose consensual yet probably hilariously irresponsible use by ALL parties can probably be single-handedly blamed for the blossoming of THE NOT THROUPLE DYNAMIC that we are dealing with today SO LMAO UHH— thanks Jesse and Saeunn?? ANYWAY-

FINALLY the last Lokikid currently is! of course! drumroll!!

13- Libitina! Aka LIBBY who we all know and love! Yes, Chal’s Libby! Most people say that Loki adopted Libby but Loki’s adamant that he gave birth to her and— he kinda did. Technically chronologically, Libby fits in before Vryk, because she was “born” when Chal was first caught by the palace and everyone discovered that she was sleep deprivedly hallucinating an entire girl as her best friend and conscience. When Chal healed her sleep deprivation and thus lost Libby, Loki was commissioned by Ty and Bel to bring her formally to life straight out of Chal’s head, and the real tangible Libby was created! Even from that moment they’d all joked that Loki was Libby’s mom. However it was some time later - hence this chronological timeframe - that Libby clarified with Loki— hey, ARE you my mom? “Do you want me to be?” “…yes?” “Then yes :)” and since then Loki has unequivocally treated Libby completely like one of his own.

Actually secretly Loki had wanted to formally adopt Chal too, he’d been the one in the first place who’d found Chal floundering around and had pushed most strongly For her rehab. but Chal and Loki’s relationship had never been parental or close due to both of them being little shits - in different ways. For that matter - When Tory and Maci (Maci and Chal are little shits in the SAME way) formally adopted Chal, they’d actually tried to loop Libby in, which is the exact moment they discovered that unbeknownst to anyone that Libby and Loki HAD established a parental bond and Loki refused to “toss her aside” to them (Libby didn’t even know this had come up Loki shut it down SO immediately 😅). So!!’ Libby Lokidottir!!! Even though no one will ever be closer to her than Chal is, Libby HAS been wholeheartedly welcomed and embraced by all of her Lokikid siblings, who are all completely ride or die for each other and Libby is no exception. She loves them and has so much love to give! And they all love her back!!

It is Chal’s sulky belief that Libby appears to have joined a cult and you know what? The Lokikid clan is. not far off.

thank you for joining me on this EXCEPTIONALLY LONG essay journey this was an absolute delight to write up. I’ve drawn all these guys except for Sleipnir so feel free to ask for links and pics if u wanna see any of them!! And so, Loki’s lucky 13!

only time will tell if the count will ever increase! like I said… anything could happen, even though Loki hasn’t been pregnant for SO long (since Rane a decade ago!!) and he IS on working birth control right now so…… but who knows!! WHOOOO KNOWS—

EDIT now after some retconny decisions have indeed been made: a previous version of this post included Kaia, formerly known as daughter of Loki and [REDACTED NYMPH] hut this is no longer! Despite being close with her half sister Rane and by extension, step-parent-ish Loki (for a time, ssssssort of,, sort of, it’s complicated), Kaia is no longer not one of Loki’s kids but simply the biological daughter of [NYMPH] and a Lampade, since they can. just. do that✨ gender notwithstanding✨ she was conceived and born roughly around the same exact time as Vryk was and though she’s completely offscreen, [NYMPH’s] pregnancy with her was enough of an emotional weakness for Loki for him to distance himself from the Chal debacle at the time for her safety. Addendum needs to be placed here, in my opinion, since kAia has previously been included in all Lokikid lineups! sorry for the demotion bby girl but she’s more interesting that way!!

phew thank u again If you actually made it to the very bottom. If you can’t tell. I like to write just a bit…,,

[vermillion-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) Terry And Lunar Make Up

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Lunar's New Apartment Except It's Actually Decent

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Terry had been regretting lashing out on Lunar back in his own apartment, especially with how badly he likely hurt him in the process. They sigh as they come up to the door to the apartment on the third floor. They take a few deep breaths before knocking on it.

Lunar: Coming, coming!

Lunar pulls the door open, his eyes dilating in shock at seeing Terry standing there.

Lunar: T-Terry, what are you....?

Terry: I'm....here to apologize. You know....for lashing out on you back in my apartment and leaving you covered in claw and bite marks.

Lunar: Wha-? Hey hey, no need for that...I deserved it.

Terry: But I bare-

Lunar: Shshsh, just come in...

Lunar gently grabs Terry's left hand and pulls him into the apartment, closing the door behind them.

Terry: Huh...this...looks decent. I thought they left you completely homeless, Lu.

Lunar: Well...not really. Because of the whole "we have a lot of money" thing, they were willing to send me enough money to get a decent apartment....along with Solar helping me find the place.

Terry: So...you couldn't stay in the apartment building I live in?

Lunar: I did mention that I was moving, but, um, the reason why that was is uh....Harvest told me if she found out I was still living near you, I'd have hell to pay. She was scared I'd hurt you, I guess....which is fair...

Terry: Aw...she still cares even though she's been caught up with hanging out with Elena.

Lunar: Yeah...

Terry's expression shifts to being more soft, guilty look.

Terry: Still...I shouldn't have attacked you like that back there. And what I said...about never showing your face around my apartment again....I-I take that back...

Lunar: Terry...?

Terry: I....I missed you so bad, and I felt like I couldn't move on if I didn't talk things out properly with you!

Tears start dripping down Terry's face, the small gator rubbing at his eyes to try to get them to stop, only for Lunar to grab Terry's wrists.

Lunar: Terry....you had every right to be angry, you had every right to say that to me, I didn't think about how it would effect you at all....you shouldn't have to apologize.

Terry: But I lost control of my emotions, I lost control of myself in my anger, I resorted to biting and digging my claws into you! I shouldn't have-!

Lunar: Terry, you grew up around the Blood Twins, I'm not angry at you over it. You....resorted to getting out your anger via the first thing you could think of in that moment...which was the way you'd seen the Blood Twins do it....I get it....

Terry: ....Why are you being so kind to me....?

Lunar: Because...I still care about you....you lashing out on me doesn't ruin that.

Terry: ...Eeeeh....!

Terry tackles Lunar to the floor and lays on top of him, crying into his chest.

Terry: Stupid stupid stupid idiot!!!

Lunar: I know.

Lunar simply lets Terry continue to lay and cry on him, wrapping his arms around Terry's body as much as possible.

Lunar: Also....I should tell you now. My powers have been locked away until I can deal with my own emotional baggage regarding Eclipse.

Terry: And....when do you plan on doing that?

Lunar: I was gonna do it now...but I can wait until tomorrow....and I am gonna do it tomorrow, I'm gonna set myself a reminder to go find him.

Terry: Well...good, idiot.

Lunar: Pff, you're an idiot too. A really reckless one.

Terry: Ha! Ehahaha...don't you start, Lu!

Lunar: Oh come on, am I wrong?

Terry: Shut up! Hehahaha!

Terry pushes himself off Lunar and gives him a light punch in the shoulder, tears drying up on his face.

Terry: ...Can I stay here? At least for another hour or so....

Lunar: Of course you can...c'mon, I'll boot up the TV. We can watch some anime or something.

Terry: Oh, can we watch DBZ Abridged? Please?

Lunar: Sure, whatever you want Terry.

Terry: Yippee!!

Terry gets off of Lunar and hops up on the couch nearby, allowing Lunar to set up DBZ Abridged for them.

[corbinfall]

the mega list of jay and how ive connected her to noah kahan songs (pre warning i wrote all of these while listening to the song so they might be inaccurate but im just going with feels and a lot of head canons

(also these were all written with my friends who don’t watch riptide or listen to noah kahan in mind so)

!!spoilers will be in this for essentially the entire campaign!!

nothern attitude is all about how the environment you're raised in shapes who you become, jay was raised a soldier she struggles to be fully open with her co-captains and crew for months, lying and withholding information because it's what she was trained to do. she was trained and raised as a spy it's not until the metaphorical summertime where she thaws and becomes open that her personality has time to expand and change beyond the attitude she was taught

stick season very heavily gives me the energy of jay before she left with chip, a lot of feelings of loss that she can't fully deal with and it's at a period in her life where neither of her parents are fully there to help her. it's her missing ava and wanting to be able to see her sister again

all my love is such a song that resembles her drunken conversation with lizzie back in episode 58 as well as their dynamic post 101 and how it changed after everything came out between them

she calls me back as jay and kira (this ones more from kiras pov but shshsh) jay just fucking up and left without telling kira her best friend who supports in in everything it would make sense that there's a lot of unresolved feelings between them, how do you stop yourself from doing a daily thing of checking on someone you care about deeply? someone who just disappeared in the night? someone you loved? (ohhh sharpshooter ily)

come over is in my eyes jay talking to chip or gill about growing up and what that was like, how it felt to have essentially the worlds eyes on her since she was a ferin. it's a lot of longing wishing she could have had a more normal childhood while also wishing that her father and extended family actually wanted her more and she wasn't just the back up

guess what new perspectives is about sharpshooter too, about how they slowly drifted and how they gained new perspectives on the world. it's about how jay still struggles to see why kira or ava stayed with the navy for as long as they did/do when it's such a messy system and the constant question she has for kira as to why she thinks she can change things

everywhere everything is a late night conversation between jay and gill, two fucked kids who were forced into roles they didn't want. it's something they can bond over, something they can find comfort in no matter where they end up.

orange juice (my favourite song) this song is may ferin talking to jay on the few occasions she comes home, trying to support and love her daughter even if she doesn't agree with the pirating. it's a song of attempting to love her no matter what even as jay becomes a different person than the daughter she raised a stonger person whos able to find help and deal with her grief finally

strawberry wine is one i struggle with more but i do view it as a sisterly love between her and ava, longing for memories of a bygone time when she was a different person how they just clicked together and knew almost every secret that the other had and how losing ava tore her apart.

growing sideways is another song about her grief and anger that came from avas death and jayson distancing himself from everything. about running on nothing but those deep rooted emotions that won't let you go down and how it warps your personal growth much in the way plants growing that are never cared for or rotated will only grow one way.

anyways halloween. so fun fact this song actually starts off with mentions of sailors and sailing so thats fun. but anywho i can only view this song as her internal monologue surrounding jayson ferin, how he's become a ghost of the father he was in order to cope with ava and how that really fucked her up. and how it wasn't until she was with the riptide pirates and no longer living in his legacy that she was somewhat free even if she was haunted by the ghost of everything he was to her

so homesick is the one song i can't mentally tie any connection to jay because in my mind its the timothy rand song from his jrwi campaign bloon in the bayou

still (i forget this songs on the album a lot) but yeah basically jay struggling and refusing to fully cut herself off from the ferins because that is her family, as much as she hates them they are who raised her and how she'll never fully be able to say goodbye to that

the view between villages aka the night that she went with chip and the rush of emotions that hit her as she realised she was somewhat free from everything that had held her down

your needs, my needs i don't really have full ideas for this one, it's a bunch of scattered ideas of the survivors guilt jay feels towards chip and gill and how it's slowly been eating at her till she spirals and loses herself slightly

paul revere this is another song i've thought about lots and basically it's in my mind about jay leaving and how she changed as a person, reflecting on how far she's come since she fully escaped the navy and became her own person the co-captain of the albatross not just jay ferin while at the same time embracing the fact that the past will always bare that and she can't erase it

no complaints once again the anger that jay grew accustomed to knowing through out her childhood and how it changed her as a person and how shes still learning to live with it

call your mom all i can see is someone comforting and helping jay after a really bad spiral (because that girl is not very stable) and how she's still a human who needs support and help in her life

you're gonna go far this songs from someone elses pov probably may talking about and supporting jay through her growth as a person and essentially telling her daughter she will always have a place to come back to if she needs it, their home will always be welcome to her and she can come and go as she needs

if you for whatever reason chose to read this heres a fic i wrote about orange juice 👍

also listen to noah kahan https://open.spotify.com/album/1pb3je8gXTs5dpRRTKhHRC?si=NhsoMHuDRdmCQc39wolvOw

[lil-vibes]

Firstly, Cute lamb! I can't get over how cute and fluffy she is! Quick question do the little ones/babies of the cult see and call the lamb mother? (Since the lamb is mostly the one who raised them) similar to the promised Neverland? And does she call them her children? Cause she really does remind me of Isabella for some reason and I just think your lamb's motherly nature yet dark half fits very well.

thank you!!! im glad you like them :333

and i think the little ones do see them as a semi- parental figure when they are small (bc while the whole cult helps with the kids, lamb is very involved with it and often takes over babysitting) and as they grow, the perception of Lambert evolves into more of a mentor figure. little ones do call them mother or father, and sometimes when they are adults they slip and get embarrassed abt it but it makes the lamb happy nonetheless.

i have only seen the first season of the Promised Neverland, but i can see what you mean :0 i think their more violent side isn't as hidden but more like,,, an Accepted Thing™. sometimes the lamb comes home dyed red and thats just how it is shshsh