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jellyfishoreo1206 · 1 year

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This is for my baba gorl, Garvil <3

Cutest lil goo/rat man to ever exist ^^

Some of the dialogue will follow/directly be from the actual game, but some of it may be edited or not added at all. Game, art, and the BUBO series belongs to @partuulla

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❤️🖤Meeting Gavril🖤❤️

Waking up in the middle of the night is a common occurrence for you, it has been for several years now. Mainly for the undeniable munchies or dying of horrendous thrist or sometimes because you're body just feels like it, which is very annoying whenever you don't feel like doing anything. Especially early in the morning too.

But tonight, it was due to the constant pawing at your stomach by your cat of 1 month, Grimace, Grimmy for short. He's a fairly small cat, no more than 3 months old or as you like to say, no bigger than 4 McDonald sauce packets. He's a orange cat, and oddly calm for his kind, but he has his moments sometimes. You found him in a bush in your front yard one day, head stuck in a Grimace milkshake cup, which is how he got his name. It was a pain trying to get his head out of the hole of the lid without hurting him, his mews were literally breaking your heart already.

And ever since then you've been taking care of him, eventually adopting him due to your extreme loneliness. You're parents were quite happy that you won't be alone when you sent them pictures of Grimace, but it doesn't quite fill the void in your heart, doesn't come close to human contact. You wish to visit your parents badly, but they live out of state and your job won't even give you a damn week off cause of your stuck up boss. You don't have any friends, other than the old lady that lives next door and regularly brings you food, and even inviting you to dinner whenever her grandchildren visits or whenever she makes too much food for her and her husband. She's the only thing that can even come close to filling the void, she treats you like one of her own children, always asking if you're okay and how you need to take care of yourself.

You've tried to, really, and it's helping little by little. Even if you feel like it isn't, which is a lot of times. Too many times. But the lady next door always assures you by saying you're improving, both physically and mentally.

As your eyes adjust to the darkness of your room, you notice you're quite thirsty, throat parched begging for water. With a sigh, you slowly sit up, picking up Grimmy off your stomach from his scuff so he doesn't topple over and off the bed, wouldn't want him to get hurt. He probably woke you up because he was hungry, or maybe he wanted to spend some time with you, it's an either-or with the cat.

Stretching your limbs until a satisfying pop was heard, you slowly trudge to the door (after grabbing your phone), feet dragging against the floor as Grimace follows close behind, letting out a soft meow to let you know.

You were confident in yourself to be able to navigate your house in the dark, turning down the hall that lead to the staircase, but something felt...off. It was colder in the house despite it being summer, and it felt like someone was watching your every move as you climbed down the stairs, slowly this time to try and hear anything else other than your own breathing and rapid heartbeat beating against your ribcage harshly. Goosebumps began to appear on your skin when Grimace starts to hiss, his body language appearing tense as he stares at whatever is at the bottom of the stairs.

Not paying attention to where you're going, your foot stepped in something cold and,..gooey? Quickly recoiling your foot in disgust, a noise leaving your mouth at the unexpected texture, only it doesn't budge. Whatever the substance was, kept your foot stuck. Turning on your flashlight to see what it was your foot was stuck in, you see it's a black puddle of goo, and it was slowly covering it. You followed where it the goo was coming from with your light. And if landed on hooded figure, who was standing in your living room, arm covering their eyes due to the sudden bright light. A whole ass man in your living room.

Fear coursed through your veins, and without thinking (since the figure was literally in an arm's reach) threw a punch to the side of his head out of pure panic and instinct, whilst dropping your phone. Surprisingly, that was able to knock the guy out, as he laid face down on the ground, unmoving.

And that also lead to the gooey substance to retract from your foot.

"Holy shit did I kill him??" Rushing towards the body, you put two fingers to the pulse on his neck to see if it's still there. Sure this may have been some robber or killer coming/breaking into your house, but it's better if you don't get charged with manslaughter and land a lifetime in prison for it. Thankfully he was still alive, but you've might've given him a concussion..

"Ah he'll live..hopefully." Grimace meows in disappointment, sniffing the stranger in curiosity, eventually becoming a loaf on his back. "What do I even do with the guy? I mean, obviously I should call the police, right?" Staring at the man, you decided you wanted to interrogate him. Why? Well because you have nothing better to do that's why, also you're still thirsty.

So here you are, sitting at your table after downing several glasses of water to quench your thirst. And at the other end of the table, was the knocked out man, his hands zipped tied behind the chair so he wouldn't try anything. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever done." Grimace, who finished eating some wet food, bonked his head against your arm, meowing in response, his version of comfort. Sometimes you wish he can talk, so you can have a full blown conversation with him, and not have it be one-sided. Though he isn't supposed to be on the table, you told him that many times before. So grabbing the scruff of his neck, you place him on your lap, where he decided to become a loaf once again.

A groan is what snaps your neck in the direction of the hooded man, his eyes blinking open. He doesn't seem to know what happened, as he is literally waking up with a concussion. Also maybe due to the bright light of the dining room..should you turn it down a little? No, you want answers, even if it kinda means possibly risking your life here.

"So...I'm alive." His voice sends shivers up your spine, goosebumps appearing on your skin. It has a mysterious deep tone to it, something you would hear when listening to a horror audio-book, and one that you absolutely adore. He seems to take in the situation he was in before meeting your eyes. A smirk creeps onto his face, God even his smirk looks-NO NO, FOCUS AT THE TASK AT HAND.

"You actually want to talk to me? My, you really must be lonely~" It's hard to concentrate on your thoughts when his voice is literally making your insides flutter. Keep in mind this is the same guy that broke into your house, get it together. Oh right, he asked a question or something, "What gave that away?" Sarcasm dripping from the question, an attempt to get yourself together and keep a level head.

"Ah, well I'm here to keep you company." He tilts his head, you can't really see anything with his hood on, as it shadowed the top half of his face. Only one strand of long curly black hair, and one of his eye's were visible to your line of sight. Now on the focus of his face, he has some rather sharp features, with a rather pointy goatee now that you noticed it, it's not too long, rather short. That smirk of his seems to widen as he watches you.

He continues on when you haven't said anything in a minute, "If you untie me, I'll be sure to reward your honesty!" What? You raise an eyebrow at the words that leave his mouth. Untie him? This guy literally broke into your house less than an hour ago, why should you untie him.

...But now you're curious, "..What kind of reward?"

"There's only one way to find out." This guy really sucks, why haven't you called the cops yet? Your phone is literally on your lap, and you have enough practice to dial any number without looking. So what's stopping you from doing so?

"I'm surprised you haven't called the cops already. You really are lonely!" He laughs in a mocking way, head thrown back a bit. This guy probably has a screw loose, or maybe it's you with the screw loose because you thought it'd be a good idea to interrogate him instead of calling the police.

Yes, you're just full of bright ideas.

Glancing at your phone, you run through the limited choices you have. You're quite close to just calling the police on this guy, he keeps talking. And he's quite cocky too. But then you wouldn't get the answers to the questions you have. Out of all of the houses on the block, why did he choose yours? It's literally the smallest house compared to all of the bigger houses, and the most bland out of them all. Maybe because you didn't have a security system? Most of your neighbors have them, hell some of them even have guard dogs too.

So, in probably what was the stupidest idea that has ever crossed your mind, you powered off your phone, throwing it on a counter nearby. "Wise decision, my friend!" He praised, though his expression goes blank after he said those words, "Hm..I guess I can't call you my friend yet if I don't know your name!"

Now he's asking for names? Man, this is some weird ass night. Before you could respond, a sharp pain was felt in your thigh, causing you to let out a small pained, "¡Pinche de puta madre!", as you winced at the pain. The stranger seemed a little shocked at your sudden reaction, raising an eyebrow as he continues to watch in curiosity. Looking to see the source of such pain, it turned out to be Grimace stretching his limbs out after being in such a position for so long. You nearly forgot he was in your lap, and how sharp his claws can be at times. You're not able to feel them due to your clothes preventing them from scratching your skin. But now that you're just in some shorts and an oversized shirt, you can quite clearly feel each and every claw of his digging into your skin.

Picking him up by the scruff, you decided you should just hold him in your arms, as if he were a baby. Well, he technically is a baby, he's your baby after all. And he's still learning, little baby don't even know what 2+2 is. You don't really trust putting him on the ground yet, as you don't know whether this man has any ill intentions, also because he's very curious about new people. "It's Y/N." You responded to his previous question, pretending as if nothing ever happened in the first place. The stranger stares at the cat in your arms for a few seconds longer, before meeting your gaze, a grin returning to his face.

"Well Y/N, I'm Gavril!" Gavril, what an, oddly suitable name for him? "I'd love to shake your hand right now..but..Well.." He's referring to the zip tie, a small chuckle leaving his lips. You slightly grimace at his words, "No thank you, don't really wanna touch you after seeing all that nasty goop around you, or..from you?" A shudder rocks through your body at the idea of the stuff coming from inside him, what is it anyway?

"Oh, don't mind all that!" He shrugs to the best of his ability, his head tilting to the side a bit, turning away from you a little, "It's hard to explain what it is, really. But you don't have to worry about it for as long as I am satisfied!" He faces you again, "Promise." Something in your stomach dropped, satisfied? What way does he mean that word? It could mean anything! Well, he probably most likely means food, or money, I mean, it wouldn't hurt just feeding him right? God now he sounds like some kind of pet. But feeding him would mean cutting the zip tie, cause you're not handfeeding him the food, that would be awkward and he'd be a smug little bitch about it too.

Grimace starts to meow in what you could assume is boredom, stretching his paw until it was tapping the bottom of your chin repeatedly. This was a daily occurrence for you and him, you don't know why he does it yet. Gavril seemed to find it quite funny, as he pursed his lips a bit, a small sound resembling a giggle was heard. You decided to ignore it for the time-being.

"Are..are you satisfied right now?" Something in your gut tells you that you probably already know the answer to this, a warning from your instincts. "It would be more satisfying if you were to untie me." Okay you were not expecting that answer. Gavril keeps going, "This position is very uncomfortable.." To be fair, you never meant for it to be comfortable. But the sudden thought of actually cutting the tie crossed your mind. The decision went back and forth for quite a bit before you sighed, standing up and going towards a drawer in your kitchen containing all kinds of junk, and with the only pairs of scissors you have. You had to put Grimace down for a brief moment on the counter to use your hands, and he as an orange cat in his nature, kept trying to leap off the counter to go investigate the new person. Each time he failed due to you quickly grabbing him before he got far.

With the scissors in hand, and Grimace in your hold, you cut the zip tie holding his hands, the snap of the tie seeming to echo in the nearly silent room. Your heart is beating in your ears, a sudden feeling of regret and anxiety rushes over you, as you try your best to walk back to your chair without falling over from how shakey your legs are. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you wait to see what he does. He immediately stretches his arms above his head, finally able to move his stiff arms from such an uncomfortable position for so long. He takes off his hood, finally being able to see his face without the shadows in the way. You were right, he has some sharp features now that the hood is out of the way. He's quite...handsome, and strangely beautiful in his own way, a warmth spreading through your cheeks. He seems to be in his late 30's, maybe his 40's even, his eyes have very prominent eye bags underneath them, and a beautifully carved face.

"Ahh, that's much better!" He gives you smile, crossing his arms as he leans on them a small bit, "Thank you, Y/N. If it's chat you want, it's a chat you'll get!" Finally, answers to the questions that have been floating in your mind. "Yeah, cool. I mainly just want to know.." You paused for a minute, picking out a question to ask from the piles apon piles of them stacking up in your brain.

"Why did you break into my house? It's quite literally the smallest on the block compared to the others." Your thumb brushes against Grimace's fur, an attempt to relax your nerves as you look anywhere else other than his intense gaze. "Oh, a friend led me here. We're both pretty hungry, so he might have smelled something good!" Fuck, is there more of him going around the block?? "He ran off a while ago, so I don't know where he is..hope he's alright." So there's a possibility that his friend is also breaking into the other houses.

"So there's more of you going around?"

"He and I are nothing alike. For one, he's a rat." A rat. He's friends with a rat. You have a feeling he hasn't had human interaction in quite some time. Though you can't really judge, you talk to your cat everyday as if he were a normal person. Then an image flashed in your mind, when Gavril was in your living room before you knocked him out, he had what seemed to be a tail made of the same substance as the goo. A tail, just like a rat's. "Is that why you have a tail? You part rat or something?" He seemed to perk up at the first question, he seemed confused. "What are you talking about?" He takes a few moments longer before he finally realized what you meant.

He blushes a small bit, averting his eyes to the side, fiddling with the sleeves of his coat. "Oh you mean my.." He pauses, before making eye contact with you again. "That's not a tail, it's more like a third arm!" He gives a small smile as he continues, "Not that there's anything wrong with having tails or anything!" Something in the back of your mind is telling you he won't bring any harm as of now, he doesn't seem dangerous right now. Though it would be pretty stupid to let your guard down completely. You don't know why you're acting this friendly to a home invader. Maybe due to the fact you're basically lonely 24/7 and only have three people to talk too, or there was something in that goo of his that was probably affecting your brain. Either way, it was nice having some human interaction. A small chuckle fills the room, as you return the smile, though it was quite small. "It...oddly suits you in a good way." The comment seemed to fluster him a small bit, though he gives you a grin, "Thank you, it does make stealing food easier."

Contemplating your next decision, you sighed, hoping that this wouldn't backfire on you in any way. "Look, you don't have to steal anything," You say as you stand up, heading towards the kitchen, letting Grimace down on the ground so he could walk around. You trust Gavril enough to not harm him. Gavril seemed a little shocked at the sudden kindness shown to him, though it seems to fade away and he smiles. "Maybe some for your friend too, wherever he may be." Opening the fridge, you look at what you could give the man to eat. Maybe something that has a good amount of nutrients mixed in it. He does look a little bit on the skinny side, though you can't really tell with his coat on. "You are too kind, Y/N!" He says from the table, leaning his head on the palm of his hand, peering at the doorway leading into the kitchen.

He felt something furry brushing against his legs, as he peers underneath the table in curiosity. The cat, he doesn't know the name of yet, laying down on his back as he plays with the fabric of his coat, letting out a mew every so often. Gavril smiles a bit, reaching a hand down to gently pet the top of it's head.

Coming out of the kitchen, you give him a sandwich with some string cheese to go with it, setting down the plate in front of him. He immediately lunges for the cheese first, it being gone as soon as it came. Maybe he's more rat than human, actually now that brings up another question, is he even human? The question is thrown out of mind when you realized Gavril was talking to you. "Sorry, can you repeat that?" Said man was picking up the sandwich, opening his mouth. You didn't really expect a long black appendage come out of his mouth, wrapping itself around the sandwich, covering the whole thing in it's gooey substance. Before you know it, there were only crumbs left, the only existing thing that was left of the sandwich. His tongue withdraws itself back into his mouth. That definitely checks out.

"Oh God."

"Sorry?"

"Um, what the fuck was that."

"Oh, it is just so hard to chew certain things. It's very handy at times." Gavril waves his hand a bit in a somewhat dismissive manner, wiping off the excess crumbs that got into his goatee. "So you, use the slime to eat things?" What a strange thing to do, can he even taste things like that? The sandwich seemed to have dissolved when the goo covered it. He only smiled back at you, finding amusement in your confusion. That seemed to have answered your question. You remember how you were stepping in that not to long ago, you could've ended up just like that sandwich. A sudden realization came over you that you could've died.

"How does it, work exactly? Is it acidic? Can you control what it can melt or not? Can you taste anything when you eat food like that?"

"I.. don't think it melts things exactly! But it somewhat works like that. I can still taste things yes, it doesn't effect the taste in anyway." Gavril answered, scratching the bottom of his chin. He doesn't go into much detail, maybe he doesn't know much of how it works either. "I am no scientist in any way, it is...difficult to explain how it works."

"But I have a cousin who is one! He would for sure know, he is very smart." He has family? Well obviously he would have family. Though why hasn't he gone to them for help? Maybe it's a touchy subject for him. "I'm assuming your family doesn't, know about this?" You decided to test the waters. "Family..is a strong word." He averted his eyes, his shoulders tensing as he goes to pet Grimace, who was once again, on the table without a single care in the world. Family is a touchy subject then. You decided to leave it alone, it's none of your business anyway.

"So that slime, can you control it in any way?" Changing the subject seemed to be a good idea in this situation, and seeming to work as his shoulders went back to a relax position when you moved on from the subject. "Yes! It has been very useful to me, though it's hard to say if it is a tool or a friend at times.." Christ, his perception of friendship was so, distorted. The thought of becoming friends with him seemed to enter your mind, it doesn't sound too bad. Throughout the time you two have been talking, it seemed that you both had some things in common, and you actually liked his company. "By the sounds of it, you just might be the lonely one here." A light jab at him, as you give him a joking smile. He sighed, though he returned the smile, "..Maybe I am." His smile flattered a little, fiddling with the sleeves of his coat.

"As much as I love my rat friends, it does feel nicer to talk to someone who hasn't run away yet! Like you.." Okay that was a little sad. You felt pity for him, you don't know how long has he gone without human interaction, but you're willing to be the one person to change that, make his life a little less lonely. "I feel as if I can call you my friend now!"

"Because I offered cheese?" You say in a joking manner. "Yes, that too." He laughs a small bit, before continuing. "Maybe it was fate that led me here to you?" Okay now the atmosphere just got a little weird, what is happening?? This is the same guy that you tied to a chair not too long ago, but..his words do show some truth to them. "Maybe you're right, it has been quite nice talking to you, despite you breaking into my house." You both share a chuckle at the coincidence such a situation turned out to be. You continue to talk, "Despite how scary it was in the beginning, we're both pretty lonely I guess.." Grimace starts walking towards you, gently rubbing his face against your cheek as he let's out a purr. It brings a smile to your face.

"We don't have to be lonely anymore, Y/N.." Gavril said in a soft voice, a new emotion being seen in those dark eyes of his. You can't tell what he's feeling now, but you have a good idea you might know in a bit. "And I could eat cheese everyday." He continues in a somewhat joking/serious manner, a grin making itself known. Sounds like he just wants you for the free cheese. "Are you saying you want to stay here? Gavril I'm sorry to break it to you, but I don't want a roommate.." It would be an absolute pain trying to pay for another person considering how much your job pays, especially for someone who is basically a felon. Imagine the bail you would have to pay for if he ever got caught.

He seemed to blush as he said the next words, eyes averting and lifting his hand to cover the bottom half of his face, "What about, more than roommates? As in..not roommates." His voice came out slightly muffled, but you still heard it loud and clear. Is..is he asking you what you think he's asking for? He seemed to become a little shy as he gets more red in the face, his hand still over his mouth. "You..you said you liked my tail...So I thought.." Okay wow, he is asking what you think he's asking for. You don't know how to feel about this, your mind went blank, and you're quite literally speechless. You've never been in any kind of romantic relationship before, despite several attempts to have one, but they never worked out for you in the end. But, there's that little voice in the back of your mind, that little voice of encouragement. Mulling over the idea, you finally spoke up. "Just, don't break into my house anymore, alright?" You're not sure how this will turn out, but you hope it turns out well for you both.

Gavril seems to smile at your response, seeming to be giddy. "Ah, I don't think I would be able to anyway!" That seemed to confuse you, before he continues, "I have so much traveling to do. But, you are fine with long distance, right?" He pulls out a slip of paper and a pen out of his pocket, scribbling something down before he slides it over to you.

"Here's my number. You should call or text me or send pictures anytime you like! I'm always available, I promise!" He starts to get up from the chair, adjusting his coat as he throws the hood back over his head. He..was as lonely as a man could get. But, that didn't seem to bother you, though you wish you got to know more about him during the time he was in your house. You'll get your chance in the morning. "I am so happy, Y/N." He turns to look at you, beaming in pure joy. "I know I have to go soon, but I am so glad to have met you! Even if it meant tying me to a chair!"

He walks over to the front door, the atmosphere feeling a lot lighter than how it originally was in the beginning. Before he left, he turns to one last time, waving as he says, "So long, darling~" He walks into the night, his figure slowly disappearing the further he walked on as he blends in with the shadows around him. And just like that, the house was quiet, as if nothing ever happened in the first place. You were left sitting at the table, staring at the slip of paper Gavril gave to you, reading each number and burning it into your memory. You're not sure what life may be of now, or what it will throw at you, but you know for sure it's going to be a big change.

Standing from the table, you made sure that everything was locked (and putting a chair underneath the door knob to ensure nobody else breaks in) before heading upstairs, Grimace following behind. All the exhaustion that was in you seemed to have disappeared when you got back to bed. It seemed that the events that took place earlier still have you shaken up, despite it turning out better in the end. With a sigh, you turn onto your side, gently caressing the sheets with your fingers. Sleep didn't come to you for quite some time, until the early hours of the morning. You know your boss is going to be a stuck up bitch about it, even if you told him that someone broke in last night. He wouldn't care.

But that doesn't matter to you now, a specific man staying in your thoughts as you drift off.

#gavril #bubo series #gavril game #x reader #horror games #hes so bbg fr #cute little guy #rat man #fanfic

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iamnmbr3 · 1 month

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honestly why did jkr choose DUMBLEDORE as arbitrary gay 'rep'. Besides the not even there stuff he is an awful person.

(And you could pretty easily read him as that sort of Creep. Like I know that's not the sort of grooming people mean but that's always what I think :( )

I know. She really went 'diversity win! the serial liar and manipulator of children who is weirdly fixated on the attractiveness of an 11 year old is gay!'

Now I am absolutely NOT saying that a gay character cannot be flawed or even downright evil. Being gay doesn't make someone inherently bad - or inherently good. Gay people are humans - and just like any other group of humans are capable of the full range of human complexity. However, when the ONLY gay character is like this it feels like their negative personality traits are tied to their gayness. (Just like if Dumbledore was the only straight character it might feel like the author was was casting aspersions on the morality of straight people - even if that wasn't her intent).

Also it's so weird because there were so many other characters that are very frequently read as queer - including Tonks, Lupin, Draco, and Sirius. Not to mention HARRY POTTER himself. But nope. JKR was extremely resistant to anyone even suggesting these characters might not be straight (lol joke's on her - she might not have meant to write these characters as not straight but she did. be mad about it jkr). Only the character who had one queer romance which was extremely destructive and then swore himself to a life of celibacy where he spends all his time manipulated children is allowed to be gay apparently. smh.

And yeah. As for Dumbledore coming across kinda creepy, I definitely think it wasn't JKR's intention but it is a very valid reading based on what she wrote. I mean Dumbledore literally is out there saying 'oh yeah one of the only reasons adults liked this 11 year old child was because he was hot' without any awareness of how incredibly messed up a thing that is to say.

Like if that's something he's comfortable admitting publicly what thoughts doesn't he admit to? This is just an incredibly bizarre thing to say and really says a lot about how he perceives the world.

Why does he assume that all adult teachers pay attention to how attractive the children they are responsible for are? Why does he assume that teachers' treatment of their UNDERAGE STUDENTS is affected by attractive they find each child? That is not how an adult should ever be relating to or thinking about a child.

And it's specifically attractiveness he highlights - not cuteness or charm or literally anything even slightly more appropriate to favor a child for (even though it would still be wrong to favor a student). No. It's the same way he talks about Tom later. He suggests that Tom used his looks in some sort of evil seductor routine to victimize Hepzibah Smith - even though what we actually see is HER creeping on Tom, so it comes across very much as a "he was asking for it" and "he was to blame because he was being a temptation simply by existing" type perspective which is absolutely repellent. And seemingly Dumbledore was thinking about Tom in that way right from the beginning.

In addition, I will say it's notable that in the Hepzibah Smith memory Dumbledore seems to sympathize with the person who is acting as a predator. (I mean she literally touches Tom without his consent and tries to hit on him multiple times while he tries to change the subject and seems super uncomfortable; she is the aggressor in that interaction).

It's also notable that Dumbledore seems to take Tom rejection of him at their first meeting very personally which is odd. Tom's reaction to Dumbledore is not that surprising but Albus seems to take great offense at the fact that Tom does not trust or look up to or like him and does not want to spend time with him or accept his friendship. It's a rather unusual way for an adult to react.

And more generally he doesn't treat children as children. He talks about child!Tom the same as he does adult!Tom and doesn't seem to view him as ever having been fundamentally different. He happily sends Harry and his friends into danger.

He also has a nasty habit of reading people's minds without their consent. I don't think it's a coincidence that nothing about the topic of Occlumency is taught at Hogwarts. It seems that he's been frequently reading the minds of the Golden Trio (and probably other students) for years - probably since book 1; and the mind is a very intimate and scared part of a person that shouldn't just be violated. Characters having a blank or closed look is often used as a descriptor to suggest that that character is employing Occlumency. We know Tom's mind powers were quite developed and I think he successfully blocked Dumbledore from his mind during their first encounter (after Dumbledore read his mind to find out about the things he stole) as right after that scene he is described in similar ways to scenes where characters use Occlumency. And this denial and rejection may been part of what particularly irritated Dumbledore.

His interactions with kids - and especially his fixation on Tom - are very weird. And you could definitely read it as him having some sort of repressed (or not repressed) attraction/fixation that he's probably in denial about (or does mental gymnastics to justify). 100 percent not JKR's intent. But yeah. The way she wrote him is kinda off.

#asks #Albus Dumbledore #do i need to tag #anti Albus Dumbledore #?#Harry Potter #meta #cw discussion of grooming #cw reference to csa

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meoproject · 7 days

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I said I'd do one of Val, and I did. You can once again tell that I worked on different pictures on different days because the line quality is sorta inconsistent... oh well.

This is a bit shorter than Beriith's section because she hasn't lived quite as long as he has, and doesn't need worldbuilding loredrops to explain stuff. Still! She has lived experience and her story isn't "coming of age" story, she is very much an adult. Unlike with Beriith (where I had to be sorta vague about exact ages) I can be a bit more precise with Val.

(as a reminder, in this setting elves [and most other long-lived humanoid species] mature from child to adult like humans do, but their aging slows down somewhere at late 20s/early 30s, so as she is currently in her early 30s, she is comparable to a 30-year-old human in mental, physical and legal maturity. I know some settings have elves mature slower, but this is not one of those settings.)

More info under cut, sorry it’s long once again

CHILD

Valeria is the eldest of three children; she has a (middle child) and a sister (the youngest child). As a child, she is cheery and sweet-natured. Her parents' wealth means she never goes without anything. She is not exactly spoiled, but she's definitely used to a certain... standard, even as a child. She gets along with her siblings well, and likes being a big sister, which is good, because her parents are aloof and distant, and lot of Val's "parenting" is done by different nannies and teachers.

When she's very young, she witnesses her father argue with her Aunt (his sister, that is.) and as her aunt storms out, she takes a brief moment to talk to Valeria, telling her that she probably won't come around anymore (not that she often did anyway) and she should never let anyone tell her what to make of her life. She gifts Valeria her hair ribbon, a gift Val will keep with her all the time from that moment on. She writes Val letters for a few years, but they eventually fall out of regular touch.

TEENS

As a teen, Val is. Hm. It's complicated. She's not really a wild, rebellious teen, but it's during her teen years when she gets several realizations about her family and about what she wants to do. While as a small child she didn't really have enough knowledge of the world to realize how distant and, frankly, emotionally neglectful, even abusive, her parents are, as a teenager she starts to realize this. Her parents are shitty and distant, and not at all like the parents of many of her friends and peers. She doesn't directly rebel or anything, but she starts paying attention, and definitely gains some context about her aunt as a result.

Her ideas for her future continue to crystallize. Inspired by her estranged aunt and the meeting she had with her in her childhood, she decides to pursue an academic career to differentiate herself from her family. She knows that technically she could probably use her family name for leverage, but wants to prove herself, and as such, she spends a lot of time studying to get ready to apply to her chosen university, to become a mage. It takes her several attempts to get in - Serenzia University of Thaumaturgy is fairly prestigious, and there is a lot of competition over spots. As mentioned, Val could probably leverage her family and their connections to have an easier time to get in, but she absolutely wants to get in by her own merits.

EARLY TWENTIES

Once she gets accepted to the university, she kinda... lets loose? "Early twenties" is Val's "Party Phase." While as a child and teenager she mostly lived in social circles connected to her parents, at the university she was finally free to make friends who had no connections to her family, and student party life took her for several years when she was in her early twenties. Casual relationships, alcohol, mild recreational drugs, parties and get-togethers, the whole thing. She wasn't like super wild and didn't go too overboard... but she definitely was known for partying, to the point of her having to take an extra year to finish her studies, as she kinda ended up dropping out of several required courses due to lack of focus and had to retake them. Oops.

Her relationship with her parents continues to be bad. They're kind of whatever about Val's whole university career, and while they're not too happy about her partying ways, they're kind of whatever about that as well, as long as she isn't... too embarrassing about it. For example, they strictly forbid her from having serious relationships, for reasons which will become apparent later, but for now she's fine with it because serious long-term relationships aren't in her interests anyway. Her relationship with her siblings deteriorates somewhat, not because of her partying, but more like... they developed into different directions and all deal with the side effects of neglectful parenting in their own ways, and don't quite have the maturity to deal with it yet.

Eventually, she starts taking her studies actually seriously, and proves herself to be skilled and hard-working, with some degree of natural talent to magic.

LATE TWENTIES

By her late twenties, Val has started her long graduate program to become an Archmage of Thermomancy. She has left her partying ways almost behind by that point as well. First, and most important, she more or less grew out of the whole thing. It was her testing her wings and getting carried away by sudden freedom, and it was not something that would be a long-term lifestyle; after her first few years she kinda fell off the party wagon gradually, and by the time she starts her graduate program, she's less into wild parties and more into "wine and theater" or "chill restaurant night" kinda get-togethers. Second, she has, um, she has an experience at the start of her program. When she gets accepted into the program, someone starts a rumor she is sleeping with several professors in exchange for her spot in the program. The rumors get serious enough that even the professors in question hear about it, and the university has to start an official investigation on it. Val (and the professors) is eventually officially cleared, it... changes things. Val is a lot less interested in hanging out with random people, and while she doesn't like... lose her faith in humanity or anything, she becomes more guarded and careful. She loses her serious-ish partner (they weren't long term yet, but Val kinda thought it could happen, despite what her parents want) who never really comes around to the idea that the rumor was a complete lie. Several of her casual friendships go the same way when the whole thing is going down. And several professors think Val herself is behind the rumor and become colder towards her as a result.

Whoever started the rumor is never identified or punished for their actions.

Over the years, the whole thing kinda... fades from memory, but occasionally someone still asks if "anyone remembers that chick from a few years ago who fucked a professor for better grades or something."

In any case, by her late twenties, Val is more serious about her studies and has her university career mapped out.

CURRENT

Val, in her very early 30s, is mostly done with her graduate program, basically just looking for a final project and thesis subject. Life is. It's good enough? She occasionally teaches starter courses at the university -- she doesn't really need the money (rich family :( ) but it's something she enjoys anyway, and it keeps her in the university circles while she tries to figure her thesis out. Her goal is to finish it in a year, whatever is the subject, and then she'll start working in a research team, and maybe even become a proper professor one day...

But then, one day, her parents drop a bomb on her. They've found a husband for her, from nobility no less, and she is expected to get married within six months, so your university career is kinda over, maybe your husband is ok with it, but whatever, you prioritize getting along with your future husband now, none of that thesis stuff. So, Val thinks, fuck that. She's not going to get married. She's going to ditch the whole goddamn city, and find her aunt, who for sure she has resources to help her, or at least to help her get started. Transfer to another university. Anything but getting married to some dude she doesn't even know.

But she can't escape alone. In the years past, mages used to summon Hellhounds to act as bodyguards whenever they traveled solo, and while the practice has largely fallen out of use, it's still done occasionally, and instructions to the summoning ritual are easily available.

Except, something goes weirdly wrong...

#art #digital art #original character #elf #fantasy #worldbuilding #project:a fantasy setting #long post

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Although I mainly see the first six episodes of s13 as an engaging portrayal of two giref-stricken people lacking the tools to deal with what has happened to them, I can also totally see them as the so-called "widower arc". Two things can be true at the same time because yes, Dean was totally grieving Cas' death. But I'll make it worse for you.

Maybe I'm biased by the many times I've read the term "widower arc" but Dean was 100% looking for a consort in Cas in s12 (yes, "consort", I'm tired of "partner" or "boy/girlfriend", they're weak terms, give me "sharing destiny" type of old words) so I think this interpretation is not so far-fetched.

We have a grieving widow(er), a desired consort who's dead and then resurrects and a son who's been defined as "the rising son". As I've already said these are some of the elements of one of the most ancient myths in Western culture, that is the myth of Isis and Osiris.

Now, of course it was not a retelling of that myth, I don't even think it was a conscious effort to shape the story that way but sometimes symbols will be symbols, what can you do?

First of all, two brothers: Set and Osiris and Lucifer and Cas. We know how it goes, one brother kills the other (As an aside in one version Set built a wooden chest and tricked Osiris to enter into it just to seal it and drown it in the Nile. We have totally NEVER seen this image in Supernatural. Not even ONCE).

Things get very interesting from here on because in the myth there's a lot of focus on the body of the deceased brother, Osiris/Cas. The most famous way Set disposed of his brother's corpse was to cut it into pieces, to... tear him apart if you will. It is then kinda WILD that AU!Michael kills "his" Lucifer the same way:

MIchael: I killed my Lucifer. Tore him apart in the skies over Abilene. But hey, can’t get enough of a good thing.

Apparently, the body must be somehow intact for resurrection to happen. In the myth Isis has to find his husband's bodyparts scattered all over Egypt in order to resurrect him. So we need to pay extra close attention to Cas' body which we are actually shown in that tragic scene where Dean prepares him for the pyre. So it's Dean who takes care of Cas' body, who "collects" it, just like Isis. Interesting.

In SPN "What gets burned stays dead", therefore Cas cannot resurrect, or so they think. The mantra is repeated by Jack in "Tombstone" when he first sees his father. To be honest, we don't really know how Cas resurrects. For the first time we see what happens to him between death and rebirth but we miss the technicalities. We can only assume that Cas' ashes were enough. Or maybe, just maybe, that's just a rule that applies in Chuck's story. Just saying.

I'm not sure if they try to discover how Jack managed to do that but the point remains: it was Jack who woke Cas up in the Empty.

And why did he do that? Well, because he can. The very first thing that Jack does is resurrecting Kelly in an episode aptly named "The Future", where Jack is sort of introduced via his mother's resurrection. He doesn't know how to use this power but he unconsciously does it again with his father. And I ask again: why?

Jack wakes Cas up in "The Big Empty", four episodes into the season. He could've done it sooner? No. Because what prompts him to unconsciously act is Dean's grief. And Dean reaches his boiling point when Sam finally provokes him. Osiris/Cas dies and his consort Isis/Dean is inconsolable. Other people like Sam can forget about it, but Dean can't in every sense of the verb.

In the myth it's Isis who resurrects Osiris and has a child, Horus, with him. But she got help. Dean's only human but there is a demi-god running around in his bunker so I think that helped. And Cas must be credited for the effort and the pushing.

Let's just say that resurrecting Castiel took three, actually four people okay? It required a team effort. Because none of them is a fully-fledged god like God or Amara or some Archangel who can just snap their fingers and boom welcome back to Life. Coaxing someone into resurrection (a resurrection with consent) takes a lot of willpower... and a lot of love.

I said four people because the last character in this little story is The Shadow. And we see this in the myth as well!

Isis doesn't "just" resurrect Osiris, she has to convince the motherfucker. Cause, you see, Osiris's heart was tired. A tired heart! Oh so beautiful! He didn't see the reason to go back to life. He was sooo tired. Isis has to literally seduce him back to life. And... this is kind of what The Shadow does, but in reverse? It tells Castiel to go back to sleep, to find peace, it's been in his mind and he wants to sleep, it knows!

The Shadow is Cas' tiredness, all his failures and regrets. But, as I said, it takes a lot of willpower and a lot of love to resurrect the dead, this is what Isis teaches us actually. To love more and then some more. And Cas loves back and he loves hard.

Castiel: You can prance and you can preen and you can scream and yell and remind me of my failings but somehow, I’m awake. And I will stay awake and I will keep you awake until we both go insane. I will fight you. Fight you and fight you for…ever. For eternity.

He didn't come back because he annoyed an ancient cosmic being. He came back because he loved.

So Osiris/Cas are back to life and that's good, right? Well... yeahhh. The thing is that Osiris will then live in the world of the dead so he kinda doesn't really really stay alive for long. And Isis will follow him. Things will likely go bad for Cas.

But the story continues!

Set/Lucifer and Horus/Jack engage in a rather disturbing (in the myth) struggle for power. The myth has different endings: in one they reconcile, in another they divide the realm, in yet another one Horus is the one true winner. So we don't really know (from this point in the narrative) how things will actually turn out for the two of them.

Isn't it interesting? Well, it's not surprising because there is a connection between christian stories and greek and egyptian ones but still? Kinda cool to see how myths keep repeating and repeating. As if we're still trying to understand them.

Anyway: yes to the widower arc, yes to love piercing through the veil of death. Both ways! It takes the love of two to resurrect.

#for my series: cas and resurrection #on resurrection #spn s13 #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #lucifer spn #jack kline #the empty spn

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qupshalfempty · 2 years

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Can i request a small drabble of tfp ratchet with fem!human s/o who loves painting? She ends up painting him and he gets flustered about it, but still adores it.

Reader is human for this, GN!reader as I don't use pronouns.

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TFP! Ratchet x Artist! Reader HeadCanons

Ratchet wouldn’t flash an optic if you had your head down in a spiral notebook, he’s seen the kids do work with those lowly graphite pencils despite humans going through a technologically advanced renaissance currently. So he doesn't think twice of it, he may ask what you're up to over his shoulder as he's working but that's it.

He’s only judged those items based on their usefulness, though once you grab his attention with doodles of him... flustered is an understatement, and for once he’s ready to take back his rants about human paper. No, he won’t say he’s wrong but he will compliment your art no matter the medium because he respects any handiwork or careful craftsmanship.

He’ll reluctantly agree that debating the "usefulness" of art is a Pandora’s box, as you humans would refer to it, and doesn't want his aft ripped a new one by philosopher Optimus so he'll leave it at that.

If you do something off the wall like cosplay, miniature, or food art he’s confused and already thinking back to his old comment but will bite his glossa. Hard. He understands you have your interests and will leave you to them, he likes to ask what you’re up to though and can come off judgemental but he does like listening to your rants and sharing something you’re passionate about is one of his love languages. You can tell by the way he pays attention to every detail and asks how you're able to achieve the look of your strokes as he has no idea what type of "pigments" you use. Giving him a handful of examples leads to his earlier question; Why? After seeing your work though, he doesn't mind all the different inefficient ways. (He likes it.)

Once he's over his Ratchet spell he’s impressed with any medium of yours, although crochet, oil/charcoal paintings, and the laser lights installations are his favorites. The lasers are smaller replicas of the ways cybertronians used to celebrate their own holidays, closer to the smaller ones for the smaller gatherings.

Paintings are satisfying for him to watch, watching your hands as your knuckles move under skin and the twist in your wrist with each stroke. Also is a hypocrite and likes charcoal a lot, especially as you use your small fingers to smudge and- He’s going to stop himself there.

Any art made of him completely flusters him, he’s having to clear his throat and stumbles over his words slightly before getting a compliment out. His helm is flushed, depending on who’s at base he’s getting teased. He’s hoping he can keep his back turned at his station and away from anyone’s eyes or optics.

He does not know how to play it off if someone were to tease him because he doesn’t want to act like it’s no big deal towards your work, though he’ll grumble out a-

“Don’t you have a patrol route to get to?” Or he brings up whatever stupid things has landed them in his medbay and they usually shut up so they get fixed the next time.

Later on that night he rewards you with affection he’d otherwise not give in public, cuddles before bed being one of many things he has planned and the tired Ratchet classic. Watching you paint and invest in your hobbies makes him long for a domestic life with you, for now he'll take the small moments between.

#transformers x reader #transformers imagines #tfp ratchet x reader #macadam #qupwrites #gn!reader #maccadam

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mew-ya · 2 years

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katakuri headcanons 🍩 - update (1/9)

- assessing his mother and brothers, where do his teeth come from? my thought is that his father is half fishman, as it's previously been stated that quarter fishmen do not have the ability to breathe underwater or really get much special strength--but I think an unusual mouth could be feasible. perhaps he's quarter pelican eel fishman?! that could explain why his brothers look (relatively) normal, it's just a recessive gene that falls out with the stronger human/whatever Big Mom genes are.

- his massive "house" granted to him by his mother is immaculate, spotless, spartan. this is because he doesn't live in it. he has a true living quarters hidden somewhere on komugi island that holds his some of his less grave secrets (such as his silly little hobbies and his preference of milk alternative). he's a private person so no one really goes there. only brulee knows about it, and maybe a few of his other closest siblings.

- he is 48, so he'd be pretty out of touch with the things his young siblings like. he's a humble guy so I think he'd take their "omg youre OLD" bullying in stride, and they'd love him for it. very popular with the kids AND their parents, future sight is the ultimate babysitter ability. he can stop a toddler with a safe alternative before they even think about climbing up a curtain.

- torn on wanting kids himself. he loves them, maybe he wanted them when he was younger. but his family has a lot already and he's a busy man. will he be able to care for them like he wants? how can he shield them from his mother and what she put him through? what if they are born with his face? will his child be able to live their own life without living in his shadow? it's complicated for him, and he thinks very deeply about it.

- it's pretty hard for him to keep secrets from brulee in general. they have a bit of an unhealthy relationship in that regard...they're both very protective of each other, which can make it difficult to get close to them. kata scares off anyone who looks at brulee the wrong way, shooting them a glare or worse if they dont catch the hint. brulee secretly watches anyone from her mirrors who appears to be paying too much attention to katakuri and confronts them if she suspects they're up to no good. she's a sweet woman deep down, but has learned to be a convincing witch.

- katakuri is a sucker for foods that have sweetness, and it's warped his taste buds a bit. whenever people try his occasional cooking, they're a bit taken back by the presence of sugar on everything. he watches for reactions patiently and most are too afraid to offend him, so they pretend it's good. he's a humble guy, so the typically universal praise doesn't go to his head. his brothers might have a stupid nickname for him like "sweetsteak" but he thinks they're joking.

- as for the types of foods he likes to eat besides donuts: I think he'd like bagels of the sweet variety, such as blueberry or cinnamon raisin. though not everything needs to be donut shaped. I think he'd enjoy pineapple on pizza a lot, monte cristo sandwiches, and fruity, tropical cocktails on the rare occasion he drinks. he'd also like curries that balance sweet and spicy well. doesnt really eat all that much meat but he does enjoy it baked into pastries. also see him as someone who puts an embarrassing amount of sugar cubes in his tea. like my dude. you want tea with those sugar cubes? he just keeps going. he literally does not care what you think of his food preference so no one really comments on it anymore.

- Mr power nap himself. he probably sleeps like shit cus he has to keep up appearances as Mr. Perfection, never lying on his back. but I like to think he gets a rare occasion to sleep a full night on his back and he makes a little ritual out of it. covering the windows, making sure no one can disturb or find him, pulls out his favorite book and reads it in its entirety before hes able to fall asleep the normal way...maybe putting brulee on guard duty. but don't ask me if he wears the matching jammies and hat set. I can't clown on him that hard today

- wears gloves cus he's a serial nail picker. originally thought he would be a nail biter but like...his teeth seem a bit extreme for that? i can't imagine him really putting his fingertips at risk like that, so I think he'd be the type to pick at his nails when nervous. the gloves help with that quite a bit, and have an added bonus of protecting his palms from his heavy work schedule. his hands are pretty soft.

- smells kinda like mochi residue, which is to say he smells like rice flour. he also smells like leather and steel, and perhaps a waft of vanilla or strawberry depending on the pastry crumbs he accidentally dropped in his scarf that day. it's a very floofy scarf and he doesn't really take it off so sometimes he gets a bit of food in it. has to wash it daily, probably has a bunch of backup scarves.

thanks for reading 🫡💓 and double thanks to all of the people who've rambled on and on with me and helped contribute to my headcanons about him, or have posted some of their own that I came across and agreed with! I love this character very very much so i always have a lot of fun thinking about little things like this.

- he has acquired a lot of stupid donut decor over the years, thanks to his closer siblings that know his love of donuts. his secret little house is absolutely littered in it. he doesnt really buy this stuff himself, his taste is a bit more punk rock. one year he did get a pretty cool donut-patterened Tiffany lamp that he has by his couch. but most of the time, an easy Christmas gift for kata: donut socks. Peros gets him a different color every year. he's not really that into it, but he appreciates the thought...

new below added 1-9 (about his height, about traveling)

- he is a very tall person, though not giant sized. thankfully, the one piece world is rather kind to folk big and small. it's not any trouble to find the correct size of most items, especially in tottoland. you'll find a variety of specialty stores catering to folks of small and large sizes, and some areas even have districts concentrated around small and big folk with appropriately portioned cuisines. clothes come in a wide variety of sizes even at the smallest of boutiques. although the clothes of many of the charlotte siblings have a certain flair that scream custom made, kata being no exception...

- his size becomes more difficult when he's traveling abroad, and tends to stick to the ships quarters as a place to rest when outside of his home. he's not one to rent out a place, as it is troubling to find accommodations that suit his many needs (including absolute privacy). he would probably rely on his own mochi abilities to generate shelter before ever agreeing to stay in a stranger's abode. he feels moderately comfortable in his personal ships quarters but his typical form of comfort is most often found on the deck, leaning against the mast with a watchful eye on the horizon.

- his duties as minister and commander, as well as his travels as a child with the Rocks Pirates, have brought him to many places. given that his mochi merienda shrine has wano-style architecture, it is not utterly out of left field to think that he has even visited a secluded place such as Wano in the past. while his job and family is rather isolating, he has still experienced a good number of unfamiliar cultures and cuisines. I think that he has traveled less in the latter half of his life but still holds onto some of those memories and would like to go back to the places he went when he was younger.

I'll probably continually update this with new HCs when I get bored 💕

naturally, please take these all with a grain of salt! it's fine to disagree, these are just how I personally see him.

#charlotte katakuri #one piece #one piece headcanons #mew writes #SFW

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AOT Veterans: Modern AU HCs

Hange would learn a lot about engineering and building stuff. They'd have the messiest garage full of tools for metal fabrication, welding, woodworking. They'd also have the oldest car to have ever existed, a comically unreliable one in fact, and perhaps one that they'd bought cheap and fixed up themself.

The oldest car and then a motorcycle they share with Mike. The motorcycle is probably old, too, though.

Erwin would work as a private investigator. He has the intelligence and intuition for such things, and I think he would truly enjoy the challenges of analyzing clues and fitting pieces of information together. He'd be able to utilize his ability to be one step ahead very thoroughly.

Hange probably went to university or is in university, studying something crazy cool like astrobiology. I think they would love astrobiology, actually, considering the incredible number of layers of science you'd need to learn to major in something so complicated.

Erwin loves to sit down with Hange and listen to them drone on and on about what they're learning. He is probably the only one who does, but he just loves the idea that they aren't alone on Earth, that life could be out there somewhere even if we don't see or know it yet. They love theorizing about aliens, wondering late at night if they have eyes or if they have senses that humans don't, if they can detect dark matter or not. The two of them can stay up the whole night like this.

In all universes, Levi works in a cafe. He likely didn't attend school, or didn't pay attention much because his family was in debt due to his mother's medical bills. He had bigger problems, but he does enjoy his life in a cafe.

Nanaba works as a hairdresser. She just really loves the feeling when she brings out an entirely new side of a person, or encourages them be more like themselves. She finds it to be a very caring job, and she loves when her customers leave the shop satisfied with a fresh new style.

She struggles with money a little bit because she gave up wealth in favor of pursuing something she likes.

Nanaba definitely does not accept help when it comes to finances, though, no matter how much her friends offer it to her. She's stubborn, and everyone knows it. So some days, Mike will invite her out to eat with him to spare her the trouble of dinner. It's a win-win, too, because he likes her a lot.

Levi only takes taxis. He doesn't like to drive or bike or take the bus, especially not the bus due to its unclean environment. He also carries sprayable hand sanitizer around, along with a tube of Lysol wipes. He offers Lysol wipes and hand sanitizer for free at his cafe because he always appreciates when they have such things available in public. They just sit on the counter, ready for usage.

Hange is always studying at Levi's cafe on the weekends. Sometimes they drag Nanaba along to sit there with them. Levi gives Nanaba a free muffin purely out of bias, then makes Hange pay for whatever they want to eat.

But he secretly gives them a discount.

Maybe Mike works as a health coach. Not sure where this one came from, but he has the motivation and the attitude for it. He's the therapy friend of the group, but with less emphasis on emotion and more emphasis on finding the solutions.

Mike always wears athletic clothes.

The five of them have a five-way dinner date type of thing, where they meet up at the end of every week, at one of their houses usually, to cook together, eat food, play music and games, watch movies, and just unwind and have a fun time. A lot of weeks, they'll make a party out of it. The five of them will invite the others: Nifa, Moblit, Petra, Oluo, Eld, Gelgar, and other obscure characters.

It is here that Levi, Petra, and Nanaba often don their matching sweatpants (there's another post about this)

The veterans may also get drunk, depending on who it is. It's a given for Gelgar, but Levi has shown preferences for tea.

Usually, they all sleep on the floor together, or split the house into the bedrooms and the sofas. Erwin and Mike are big, so they hog beds all to themselves. The rest of them make do; Nanaba and Eld make pillow forts on the carpet and camp there while Hange sprawls out to the side, and Levi and Petra stuff themselves into the crevices because they're small.

#hange zoe #levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #mike zacharias #nanaba #erwin smith #aot veteran headcanons #aot veterans #aot vets

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cookiesupplier · 8 months

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A Friend Down In Hell - Part Two

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology. (potentially more to be added)

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Unbetaed.. Enjoy!

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything.

Ishtar is young for a demon, she isn’t even a century old, so she knows she has got years before she is even considered for anything resembling anything serious in Hell. If she is honest, she likes her job, she likes being a bartender, she likes being social. She enjoys the camaraderie with the patrons and laughing and having fun… Though, she could do without the assholes that think it's okay with attempting to reach over and stick their face between her breasts, or grab her ass as she's leaving the bar.

Sure, she wouldn’t mind moving up in the world, she did have dreams. Like owning her own restaurant one day! Yeah, she knew that was actually a big ask. In Hell, it was a lot harder to move up in the world than it was out in the world of humans, far less space to grow, they lived a lot longer, but that was okay, she was not only patient, but she was very good at her job.

There was also the fact that for all the frustrating horrible patrons she had to deal with on chaotic nights, and yes, these demons and souls might be the supposed cream of the crops sent to this afterlife, the good ones sent here and all of that, it didn’t mean they always treated those that served them right, especially when they got a few beers in them and thought they were pretty. For every chaotic night, there were good nights… and sweet patrons. She had her favourites, just like any bartender, she was sure. Her favourite? Fish Boy. Folio, his friends called him. But he’d drunkenly told her one night after a few too many shots that his first name was Nick, and they called him Folio, because one of their other friends was named Nicholas and, between Nicholas and Nick, well, that would get confusing, and she supposed she could agree.

Now, truth be told, whenever she saw Folio come into the bar, Ishtar knew that the night was going to be one of the chaotic ones. Because if Folio was in the bar, he always brought in those demon lords with him. The quiet one, Nicholas, he was fine. Sure he got into the antics when the group got going just like the others, but the other one, Noah, brought with him a whole crowd of crazy, and man, they just made her night if you caught her drift. The glare Ishtar got just for daring to serve their precious demon lord a damn drink if she leaned even the slightest bit too close sometimes, it was hilarious. So much better when one of the other boys came to get their drinks.

When that other girl came onto the scene and they started paying attention to her, Ishtar felt for her having to put up with them. However, as the months went by, and Ellie, the girls name as it were, and she never seemed to give the other the time of day, even seemed to have dubbed them his shadows, it had made Ishtar laugh to herself amused. At least the girl had a sense of humour about it all, maybe she’d survive the demon lord if he didn’t get bored with her like he usually did with the girls he hung out with.

He didn’t get bored.

Ishtar was immensely thankful for that, considering the girl actually seemed to have some life about her, instead of being a mindless drone like the rest of the hoard. It was always such a breath of fresh air to have someone new come into the place when everyone was the same, it just made everything so dull, and lifeless, Ishtar liked vibrancy, and life, it was why she liked Folio after all. He was always good for a laugh on a night when he was in the bar, and let's face it, the boy was not hard to look at either. He was one fine piece of eye candy, at least, when the demon lord didn’t manage to drink him so far under the table with their shot challenges, he passed out on the floor and his friends had to carry him out.

The poor thing.

Sometimes she added an extra spike to the demon's drinks, just to help him out.

Both Noah and her knew it too. Not that he seemed to have ever given her away, and not that Folio won those challenges either, Noah always stopped before it went too far, he was smart enough for that. She did enjoy watching the towering demon get good and fucking smashed those nights, though.

Ishtar walked into the bar, making her way out back towards the staff area. She looked as human as they came, except for the fact that she’d never shape-shifted into a fully human form one day in her life. She had never seen the point of it, considering she’d never gone out into the human world and never intended to. Even if there was the chance that there was a human out in the world that could stumble on a possible real ritual and summon her one day, should that happen, then she would be summoned knowing she was a demon, so, let sleeping dogs lie as they say. She was pretty average for a female demon as she saw it, which made her tall compared to the human female souls. The horns didn’t help, though, hers didn’t come directly from her temple but out from her hair, which made dealing with them sometimes a pain in the ass. Weaving her hair around them could be frustrating.. Other times incorporating her indigo-dark purple locks around her crystalline amethyst horns, could be quite a joy, it really depended on the day and how whimsical she was feeling. Also, how much time she had to play around with the style. Tonight she had pulled the side of her hair into Viking braids under her horns and let the rest fall free around her shoulders. Easy and simple, her horns be damned.

As she made her way towards the back, she heard Tony call out to her to take out the trash before she did, and she rolled her eyes, of course, he hadn’t done that yet, he was supposed to do that before he left last night. If the boss knew he always left it for her because he couldn’t be bothered doing the grunt work, claiming she was still the newbie, despite having been working here for almost ten years now, she was throwing him under the damn bus… and waiting to make SURE he got run over. Damn little weasel.

Hey, just because she didn’t torture people, didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to hurt him. He made her life hell plenty, sometimes she wanted to give a little back, now and then anyway. Still, rather than start a bit of hullabaloo, because she really couldn’t be bothered tonight, she was tired of drama today, she took out the trash, making sure to wash her hands after. Hand, arms, her hands washing over her stone plum-toned skin, her flowery vine tattoos that ran up the sides of her arms, legs, and body, while they traced the length of her, from her temples to her toes, they were simple in design compared to upper-level demons, her mother might be powerful, but Ishtar was happy where she was. She didn’t have dreams of dominion in hell, just of a little restaurant, maybe, one day. Food, people, that was her enjoyment. Once she had finished cleaning up, she headed back to grab the bar apron that she tied around her waist and changed into her black tank top with the logo on the front pocket. They were all required to wear it.

As she made her way out to the front section of the bar to open up, she started to prep for the night ahead, hoping it would be a good one.

Folio was bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited outside the bar for the others to get there, it wasn’t the first time he got there before the others. He tried not to, didn’t want to seem desperate, oh who was he kidding, he would spend every night here with her if he could. Seeing her was a dream come true, but he didn’t want to wear out his welcome. He knew this was her job, he knew how it went. When he was human, he’d done this job, he’d worked as a bartender once, and he’d been on the other side of the coin, the thought of him being one of those weird ass women hitting on him literally every night trying to get his number and into his bed. Oh fuck, that thought made him shudder if she thought of him that way.

No, he hoped she never considered him like that. Folio would never be able to forgive himself. That was why he’d never asked for her number, he never wanted to be that kind of degenerate, Jolly didn’t get it. Nope. He thought he should just go up to her, flirt a bit, and ask her out. But there was a line, it wasn’t that simple. Folio didn’t just want to be a hook-up from the bar. He didn’t want to just be some barfly. That's what they’d called them when he was a bartender, barflies, as in they had to swat them away from the bar. He never wanted Ishtar to swat him away like that.

She hadn’t yet, and for that he was thankful.

Folio lit up when he saw Jolly and Nicholas make their way over to him in front of the bar,

“Hey guys! Hurry up, I’ve been waiting foreverrr!”

Nicholas shook his head slightly while Jolly smirked,

“You have not, you’re just antsy about your girlfriend.”

“So, girlfriend, is it, so we’re getting closer to what this withdrawal thing is about then.”

Ellie pipped up suddenly, appearing out of nowhere, fucking Noah teleporting them, couldn’t he just walk them up like normal people? Oh, oh, the sex hair was a dead giveaway, or at least make-out hair, Folio pretended not to be jealous as hell as he rolled his eyes. What he’d give not to have sex hair with Ishtar right now, not that he really could, she was working and all that. Sure, he hooked up with people plenty, girls, even a couple of guys here and there when he met ones that had interested him, but seeing Noah and Ellie together and so happy again, was making it harder not to want that, want more than just randoms in his bed, dammit.

“Not my girlfriend.”

Folio sighed though, not his girlfriend, no matter how much he wanted her to be. He hoped that she would ask him out though. That was the idea. That one day she would ask him, to get around the problem of him badgering her. Being a barfly asking for her number, no, instead, if one day she wanted to ask him, he’d know.

She, just, had never asked him.

So he kept trying. He lived in hope.

Folio was determined, and considering she hadn’t swatted him yet, he wasn’t ready to give up on the hope that maybe she’d ask him yet.

“That’s only because you’re too chicken shit to ask her out.”

Jolly just rolled his eyes as he called Folio out,

“Fuck off, I have a plan, just because you don’t agree with the plan, doesn’t mean, it's not a plan!”

Ignoring the soft chuckle from Nicholas at the two men squabbling as the group started walking towards the bar now,

“And what is this plan if it isn’t to ask this mystery lady out Folio?”

Ellie asked as they entered the bar, Noah’s arm slung around her shoulders, as they walked in, they all went right towards their usual table, but not without Folio just waving off the question and offers to get them their first round of drinks.. Noah smirked at the offer, he always offered that, Ellie had noticed, but had just assumed it was from the fact it was when Folio was the one inviting them to go out. Just like when she took them out to lunch, she was the one that offered to buy them lunch.

Folio was happy to take her assumption and run with it, worked for him, especially now. Gave him the perfect opportunity to skip out of the current interrogation to head up to the bar. Stopping in front of Ishtar just as she finished with another patron, he was all smiles, leaning on his elbows in front of her,

“Hello, Beautiful.”

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I was scrolling through some older shippy posts and I saw one that said something along the lines of “oh vex and keyleth definitely fuck when percys not around.” And I’m thinking vex wouldn’t cheat on percy with anyone let alone keyleth. also really don’t like when people say “oh when one day percy dies vex and keyleth would get together” that’s one is more recent I saw. And I know people want keyleth to move on, but why would she move one with her dead boyfriend’s twin sister, that seems really weird to me. Like, wouldn’t that just keep the grief alive? Would good would that do for either of them? And when percy does pass, I don’t think vex would just be like “hey keyleth my husband died wanna get together?” Anyway what’s your thoughts on this?

Honestly, the fanon for Vex/Keyleth suffers from a similar cadre of self insert fanfic issues as the fanon for Vax/Keyleth—a lot of people have projected themselves onto Keyleth, who gets watered down to an uber-powerful goddess-like figure whose only flaw is that she doesn't believe in herself and she can be both supported and ✨shown the ways of love✨ by a hot broody love interest who's so perfect and good and always there to gush over how great she is no matter what. Keyleth's anger and self-righteousness, Vax's possessiveness and recklessness (and genuine love for Gilmore), and/or Vex's attraction to darkness and clashing style of leadership are all completely ignored.

At the end of the day, every one of those types of posts is basically saying "well once Laura Bailey Character's beloved husband has died of old age and she's a free agent after ~70 years of marriage and bearing at least five of his children, then she can FINALLY be with Marisha Ray Character. What was her name? Kayleigh? Idk but Laura PC and Marisha PC should definitely fuck tho". And like, you must REALLY not like either Vex or Keyleth if you'd inflict them on each other for reasons indiscernible to people who pay attention to this show for longer than it takes to cherry-pick supercut clips. They would make each other miserable, for reasons you cited and others.

Also, in terms of getting with Keyleth when the human spouse dies: Kima's right there!

#asks #cr discourse #pike/keyleth fwb is totally plausible at this point in canon and also funnier

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This is a vent post. It's kind of long I guess. I just needed to put it somewhere because I feel like I'm losing my mind. And I had already woken up depressed as hell yesterday when part of this happened.

I need someone in charge of the strings of fate give me a FUCKING break. Gas gets cut off with no notice and we manage to get it back on after four days and TWO calls to the gas company. Since the pilot lights went out because there was no gas, the oven is still dead and there's no way for me to relight it. It just keeps giving an error. Which means spending more money for it to be serviced.

The water heater light was also out. Well guess who's going on almost two weeks with no hot water now because after getting the gas back on, we discovered the fucking control panel for the water heater is dead! Which means we can't turn the damn water heater back on. It's 325 to replace it OR over 900 to just replace the whole damn thing.

And the shower doesn't work. It's a simple part to replace but the one my grandmother bought doesn't fit. my grandmother refuses to pay a plumber to come fix it or just buy a new part that should fit. That's been broke for over a month. So everybody has to try and wash in the tub, and now in freezing cold water. I finally ended up going to my mom's just so I could wash my hair for the first time in two months.

And then my 12 year old Big Pup was doing a very normal 12 year old thing. Being curious about one of those character chatbots. His friends use it, so of course he's gonna want to look at it. Frankly I'm only concerned about him potentially getting something 18+ out of it. My ex on the other hand is CONVINCED someone could hack it and start talking to him through it??? Nothing I said could dissuade him from this, even when I said it doesn't work like that he just insisted "well it has HUMAN OVERSIGHT doesn't it!?" And like yeah but that's still not how it works???

The only real issue, in my opinion, was Big Pup feeling the need to sneak around to use it. My ex was also concerned that the kid was apparently talking to the character like a romantic partner, which, I don't actually know what that means. And he didn't bother to take a screenshot or anything to show me as an example, so I still have no idea what that means. His other concern was the kid not feeling like he could talk to people well and struggling to socialize. Which is normal??? For being 12???? Like middle school and high school are AWKWARD AS FUCK, there's so much going on for them to deal with!

I made it clear I had no issues with finding a therapist for Big Pup (he's an anxious bean, has parents who aren't together, has a younger sibling with a decent age gap, he's got a lot to cope with!), and I was also not opposed to getting the kid into after school programs so he could try to socialize more within his hobbies.

But I offered to show the kid ao3 so he could have fanfic to read instead of using the chatbots. I thought that was a good compromise. My ex just said "NO. He can write it if he wants but I don't want him reading anyone else's stuff. Yeah that's your thing and you read it at his age cause your parents should've been paying more attention to you."

I......I am trying not to take the rest of what he said personally, because it basically just continued like that where he shut me down instead of at least considering that as an option alongside the other things. And comments about my parents not paying enough attention to what I did on the internet. but it just really REALLY felt like he was basically saying he doesn't want our son to end up like ME.

I know I struggle socially. I always have. The only time in my life where my friend group was greater than four people, one of whom was usually my twin, was high school and that's purely on the patience of one girl deciding she was gonna stand in front of my desk to talk to the nervous and shy mouse of a girl with the manga during history class the first day. And then three of her friends, all of them having been friends during middle school, joining her. They stood around my desk and talked over my head for three days before I got the courage to actually join the conversations. And then they found out the school had an anime club. And even in anime club, surrounded by peers who actually liked the same things I liked, I still struggled. I still talked the least. They didn't care. I was there and listening and could manage a few jokes, that was enough.

Most of my friendships moved online after I had Big Pup. Nobody wants to keep inviting someone who can never come out anyway. (My family staunchly refused to babysit unless I needed to go to a doctors appointment or do the grocery shopping). I'm very glad of my online friendships. They've helped me so much. I try to return the favor as much as possible. They've bought my kids Christmas gifts, and birthday gifts, and helped me with transportation and so many other things. They're part of my support system. I love them.

I know I'm not any better socially. If anything I've probably gotten worse. I KNOW I've pretty much stopped masking my neurodivergence most times. It's just too exhausting to have to pretend to be neurotypical 24/7. It's part of why I burnt out and my body crashed. Nobody really wants to accept it. So I still have to partially mask. But I can't keep it up. I just can't. It's too much for my own mental health. My ex is adhd. I've got epilepsy and a strong case for autism. Both Big Pup and Little Pup are blatantly neurodivergent. It's always been obvious to me. But my ex has been in denial about it for years. He's only just recently (like the last three or so months recent) come around to the idea that they are.

And apparently the thought that they might be like me is too much for him. But I'm supposed to take myself out of it. I'm supposed to not get defensive. I'm supposed to not take it personally.

AND ALL OF THIS WITHOUT ANY GODDAMN HOT WATER.

#you can reply but please don't message me separately about this post #vent post #i feel like i got tossed in the deep end and the universe is holding my head underwater #am i really so horrible to be around #question that has haunted me most of my life

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Essential Avengers: Avengers West Coast #51: I SING OF ARMS AND HEROES...

November, 1989

Guess who's BACK... and guess who aren't too sure they're HAPPY about it...

Well, Hank and Jan don't look too happy about it. Neither does US Agent. Lookit him frown, the gwumpy pumpkin. Wonder Man looks like he has dull surprise going on. I cannot fathom Robot Human Torch's expression. The man would do great at poker. Wanda looks like she's offended. That's a "how dare?!" expression if I've seen one. And Vision looks like he's staring directly at the sun and isn't sure why people keep screaming at him to stop.

So my guess is that Hank, Jan, John, and Wanda aren't happy about it and the others may or may not be happy about it.

They might have been more pleased to see Iron Man if he hadn't just flown through a perfectly good wall for no reason.

Last times in Avengers West Coast: Iron Man left the West Coast Avengers because of the Armor Wars arc in his own book. Wow, that was a while ago.

At the end of Armor Wars, Iron Man faked his own death by letting the government blow up an armor full of blood. When more Iron Manning was needed, Tony Stark just built a new suit and claimed he'd hired a new bodyguard/superhero.

And now, all these issues later, he's back to rejoin the Avengers because he's become more dependent on his armor due to stuff happening in his solo. He figures more time stuck in the armor, might as well be putting it to good use.

Also happening, Wanda has had the worst fucking period of her life (so far). Her husband got disassembled by the government, her teammates don't seem to care, her children keep blinking in and out of existence whenever she's not paying attention, evil bacteria shoved her full of goo until she became a mutant supremacist, the robot Human Torch came back to life to take the hottest robot on the team role from Vision. Just a lot going on!

I sure did talk about Wanda a lot in this issue featuring Iron Man.

Anyway.

Iron Man.

What a shiny guy he is.

Yeah. The Avengers (West Coast) aren't thrilled to see Iron Man.

Because: who even is this Iron Man?

US Agent John Walker is not privy to all the details of Iron Man's identity. But he does know that the original Iron Man was supposedly killed and a new guy took over.

Original Iron Man may have been a founder of the Avengers but New Iron Man is just Some Guy. Some Guy who can fuck off if he thinks he gets to swan in and get automatically put on the team.

Iron Man understands that he doesn't get any special consideration and says he's willing to go through whatever initiation process the Avengers consider necessary.

US Agent is a big company man so even though he's maybe the leader of the Avengers possibly? (he's done literally zero leading and nearly zero interacting with the team), he storms off to go call his handlers in Washington so they can tell him what to do.

With him gone, that just leaves Hank, Wasp, and Wonder Man who all know that Tony Stark is Iron Man. Or was. They know that at certain points, Tony Stark has been Iron Man.

(Way to just spill the beans in front of an Iron Man that you don't know whether he's Tony or not, guys)

So they ask Iron Man straight up if he's Tony.

For some reason that would probably make sense if I was reading Iron Man, Iron Man apologizes and says he can't say.

I do want to read olde Iron Man. One of these days, I want to dig into that backlog. He's one of the prominent Marvel characters I haven't read significant material from pre-2000.

Anyway.

On the other side of the compound, Scarlet Wanda and Vision.

Wanda is in a mood. Because she's been in a mood Byrne's whole run because shit keeps happening to her. Possibly goo related shit.

Vision: "It surprises me that you did not wish to stay for the meeting with Iron man, my wife. I am curious as to your reason..." Scarlet Witch: "Please, Vision... I know you're programmed to use words like 'surprised' and 'curious,' but I wish you wouldn't. It only emphasizes how much more robotic you've become." Vision: "My apologies, Wanda. It was my impression you wished me to sound as human as possible." Scarlet Witch: "Human? Why would I wish that, husband? Why would any mutant worthy of the name wish to associate herself with humans?" Vision: "And yet... you are a mutant, and for years, you have gladly associated with the Avengers -- most of whom are human." Scarlet Witch: "A passing weakness, Vision."

Okay. Seriously. Did nobody think to de-gooify her after that Absolom University adventure? Give her a medical check or anything?

I'm getting a little perturbed with how little a shit this era of the West Coast Avengers seem to give about each other.

Nobody noticed Tigra was going nuts. Nobody bothered to do anything as Wanda has clearly been emotionally spiraling. Wasp decides to help Wonder Man undermine Wanda's marriage.

You all suck.

Wanda is behaving like a jerk now but at least we know external factors contributed. The rest of you just suck.

Anyway, Wanda and Vision reach their quarters and find Agatha Harkness waiting for them there.

Hi, Agatha.

Are you the Agatha that does horrible shit to Wanda to teach her something or the Agatha that's helpful without being traumatizing?

I feel like Wanda is a couple pieces of straw from just breaking so maybe considering the latter approach today.

Also, maybe consider calling ahead.

The last time Wanda and Vision saw Agatha, in the second Vision and the Scarlet Witch series, Agatha was burned at the stake.

She tells them that being burned at the stake sucked but that's not what she's here to talk about.

She's here to talk about Wanda's kids.

Wanda's weirdo kids. To talk about them and to understand what precisely they are.

Scarlet Witch: "They are only children. Normal in every way!" Agatha Harkness: "Normal, Wanda? With a mother who is a mutant and a father who is a synthezoid?"

Rude.

Agatha tells Wanda that her kids are far from normal and if she hadn't been busy resurrecting herself, she would have been here sooner.

Agatha Harkness: "But you already know yourself, that when you are not thinking about them... they disappear!"

Vision asks if that's true but Wanda denies it. BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY AS A GOOD MOM SHE IS ALWAYS THINKING OF HER KIDS AT ALL TIMES 100%.

Agatha pulls the nuh uh on this. There have been recent times where she was too distracted in battle or knocked unconscious where obviously she wasn't thinking about her kids. And wee baby Thomas and William just cease to exist during those times.

Remember those times? All those times they disappeared, freaking out the governesses? Who tried to report it to Wanda and got fired for it?

Wanda refuses to listen to this. Literally putting her hands over her ears and shouting she won't hear it.

Eesh.

Agatha tells Vision that Wanda will need his strength and love more than ever and oof is she behind the times. The government took away his capacity to love! Bad timing!

Elsewhere, up in the sky, a bird, a comet, a (robot) human torch!

Jim Hammond took off when the Avengers grouped up to meet with Iron Man. He took the time to fly over the countryside for about a half hour, just get an idea of how much things have changed.

And he's amazed! To him, it looks like 400 years have passed instead of just 40.

He lands back at the Avengers West Coast Compound and lands right into some drama without even trying.

Ann Raymond saw him being all human torchy and mistakes him for Toro. And when she realizes he's Jim Hammond instead, she, of course, gets upset because for an instant she let her hopes get up and now she's been reconfronted with the fact that her husband died in an entirely stupid and unnecessary way.

And now Jim knows Toro's dead too and is also emotionally staggered by the news.

Also: demons.

Flaming fireballs! Demons!!

Robot Human Torch gets immediately slapped into the pool. A sad casualty of being the first one the demons run into.

But Ann screaming alerted the other Avengers and they assemble and start walloping demons.

Hank Pym suggests that if a bunch of demons suddenly show up to the Avengers West Coast Compound, why there's only possible explanation.

Iron Man: "You mean it's MASTER PANDEMONIUM?? But the last we saw of him, he was being swept away by the river of oblivion... deep in the realm of Mephisto!"

Hank Pym makes a mental note of Iron Man knowing about the Avengers' last encounter with Master Pandemonium. Because Tony Stark Iron Man was on the team at the time. So is this Tony or did Tony just brief New Iron Man on all his Avengers' cases?

I don't know why Tony isn't telling the Avengers he's him so I don't know how tense it should be that Hank is piecing things together.

Anyway!

US Agent comes out to yell at the commotion and he's not really alarmed by a sudden invasion of demons. It does make him punchy so he starts punching.

Robot Human Torch pulls himself out of the pool. He's soaking wet but all he has to do is FLAME ON! to boil the water away.

Then he can "show these demonic delinquents how we used to deal with their kind back in the 50's!"

Did... you deal with a lot of demons in the 50's specifically?

Wasp takes note that the demons don't seem to be after anything and aren't really trying that hard to kill the Avengers. So why are they here?

Whoops, they're a distraction.

While the Avengers are outside fighting the demons, Master Pandemonium busts into Wanda and Vision's quarters right when Wanda is about to have a nervous breakdown over everything that's happened to her over the past few weeks.

Agatha Harkness tries to ward off the demons with her witchcraft but Master Pandemonium tries belches hellfire in her face.

Gross.

Vision tries to do the intangible fisting thing he does which either works great or doesn't work at all.

Whoops, this is one of the times it doesn't work at all.

Master Pandmemonium just blasts out demons from his arms to overwhelm Vision.

Leaving only Wanda to face him, as she boasts that nothing can withstand her hex power.

Although she seems to fend him off and force him to retreat, she doesn't notice until he's gone that one of his demons snuck behind her and yoinked the children.

He drags the poor, probably innocent tots down to probably Hell.

What does he want from them?

Well, first, he wants a captive audience to recap his entire backstory.

Villains gonna villain.

He was an actor man who drunk drove himself into a bad car crash that cost him his arm. As a big Hollywood type in the 80s, he was big into the occult?? Apparently? So he called upon dark powers, promising his soul for his arm back.

Mephisto was bored and decided this would be funny so he replaced the guy's arm with demons. And then he replaced all his limbs with demons.

Mephisto's sense of humor is beyond me.

He didn't want the guy's soul so he ripped it out, broke it into five pieces, and scattered them around.

Master Pandemonium has been searching for them since, trying to become whole.

He found one with the Cat Demon People of Tigra's origin. But whatever Englehart was planning for this dude, he didn't get around to. Guy got one soul piece back and then dropped out of the plot.

So Byrne is bringing back that plot thread.

Master Pandeominum declares to these two stupid children who don't understand any of this that kidnapping them will allow him to replace his missing 4/5ths of a soul much more efficiently than all his aimless searching up until now.

Now, I know where this is going already. It is renowned, infamously.

But try to make your best guesses before I get to the end of the issue. See how close you get.

Anyway.

In the pressing urgency of some innocent children being kidnapped... the Avengers all sit down to discuss classic sitcoms.

That's a fair response, to be honest.

But here's how the conversation unfolds.

Instead of leaping into action, the Avengers sit around and quiz Agatha on how she's alive again. Even though she keeps telling them it was fucking magic and it's not going to make sense to their science brains.

Wonder Man chimes in that HE's seen Bewitched so he can vouch for Agatha's point.

So Wanda starts yelling at him for talking about television when her children are kidnapped.

Wasp tells Wanda to settle down. Clearly they're treating this with all due urgency! Since, y'know, maybe her kids are fake as shit. Maybe they've just stopped existing again like all the governesses said.

And that's when Wanda does her a slap.

Granted, her mutant supremacy is not called for but, yeah, the Avengers are all a bunch of jerks now who can't muster a bit of urgency when a demon man kidnaps some children.

Wasp isn't even hurt because of her small size. But she is concerned that Wanda said that thing the way she did about humans.

Anyone else concerned? Nobody else reacting? Okay.

Wanda begs Agatha to help her follow Master Pandemonium.

I'm surprised we didn't start with that but I've already made clear how I feel about how the team is reacting to this.

Master Pandemonium tried to hide his path but Agatha took precautions when he first arrived so she can trace him. But Wanda can't do it alone! So... will the Avengers step up to action when a witch very lightly implies that they should?

Yes. They finally get their asses in gear and jump through the swirling magic portal.

Even US Agent agrees that where Wanda goes, the Avengers go too. Which is a big team player moment from the guy who doesn't seem to realize he's leading a superhero team.

Watching from the time Limbo that isn't the demonic Limbo or the game Limbo, Immortus freaks the fuck out.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go for his vague yet menacing plan!

And he can't do anything to alter the flow of events because, I dunno, he can't touch demonic realms. So if anything happens to Wanda, he won't be able to protect her!

Dun dun dun??

I wonder what his vague yet menacing evil plan needs Wanda for?

Back at the Avengers, Hank Pym asks Jim Hammond Human Torch to stay behind to watch the Compound.

So despite making a big deal about him joining the team last issue, with WANDA BRINGING HIM BACK FROM THE DEAD, he gets to sit on his ass for the rest of this story.

What a weird writing decision.

Byrne is all over the place with all the subplots he's juggling for this book and a lot of them just get backburnered hard.

Iron Man gets to go. And he hasn't even officially (re)joined the Avengers at this point. They don't even know if they can trust him because he won't admit to being Tony Stark to his closest friends, for some reason.

The Avengers and Iron Man arrive in a seemingly peaceful fairy tale glade but Agatha's floating head warns them not to trust it.

And the very scenery attacks them a few panels later so. Yeah. Floating Head Agatha called it.

In the distance, past all the killer foliage, Wasp spots a building made of twisted agony.

The Avengers fight their way through the angry vegetation and Scarlet Witch blows open the twisted agony fortress front door with her probability manipulation.

But they find that Master Pandemonium is ready for them. Waiting for them.

And he's done the dumbest thing possible.

He's attached Billy and Tommy to his arms so now he has literal baby hands.

It's horrifying.

It's also the dumbest thing possible.

He's so proud of himself for thinking of this.

Was this where you would have guessed him kidnapping some babies was going to go?

Also, jamming babies onto his arms seems to have filled in two points on the star shaped hole in his tum tum.

I used to like what a silly concept Master Pandemonium's entire deal was. But he's ruined it by going even dumber.

For shame, everything that went into making, publishing, and printing this comic book. For shame. You took a perfectly goofy villain and you ruined him.

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Hunters of the Cosmos Au. Part 2

Part 1 here

A predacon egg depends a lot on the environment to develop, if the conditions are not the correct, it can start a process named "stasis", eggs are the only living beings who can enter voluntary into this condition, nonetheless, if they pass too much time on it, it can later lose nutrients and die easily, for a asderoux or almatonia (the parents) is critical to pay attention to the signs, but for a human who doesn't even know with who is messing around, it was a lost of time. For years Silas thought the eggs would never hatch, but it was just he being ignorant, he didn't knew about this peculiar system and thought they were just not ready, until two of the five he had finally died and the other three were about to follow them on that path, being saved on the last minutes by almost a miracle by Silas' scientist...

Meanwhile, after being in stasis for so long, the five eggs Silas lost before were founded by a pair of kids who spent all day getting them out of the cave to get them to the farm, the next day, the eggs hatched

An wyvern, a dog(? a lynx, an owl(? And a dino(? They were hard to describe but maybe that was, at first they acted like babies, they crawled and on a pair of hours they were already walking and their eyes were almost open, they acted and looked like animals, after some experimentation they found out the creatures also could eat solids and raw meat, and also could learn, they were more smart than any other baby they had met, in a pair of months, the first one transformed, their skin was not fully methalic but somehow they could transform their pieces from their animal modes to biped forms, she was named Twitch, because she was always moving and flying around, the second one transformed just a pair of days later, Trash, it was actually a joke of how he always played with the trash but he got to accomplished to this name that stayed, one month later Hashtag was also walking and talking, and she was a speed runner, it was actually an invented name, Nightshade and Jawbreaker were the next, and for being the last to transform, they talked better than the others, that doesn't mean they talked much, they prefered to stay in silence

The years passed, now the young Mo was ten years old, the farm was the same and the family also, the creatures, which were already family, growed more, who would say, they were just an egg that a a human adult could carry, now Twitch, even when she was the tinniest, was almost three meters long, Hashtag was the tallest, maybe 5 or six meters, Jawbreaker and Nightshade prefered their biped forms than their wings or big legs, and Trash prefered to play on his beast mode

But, compared to the rest, for the two siblings Nightshade and Jawbreaker, something was off, they felt like, no matter how much they loved their family, they didn't belonged, Jawbreaker was too soft for the rest, the fact he prefered their biped form and to sit on the grass and enjoying chores was strange for his siblings, and Nightshade, they didn't knew if something was wrong with their body or just their mind, and always prefered to be inside fixing things, they were maybe the smartest of all and also the loneliest, and the worst part, the world they lived on was too tiny for them, they couldn't just not think maybe what they were searching was out there, both siblings liked to get on the roof and enjoy the sunrise, thinking "what if there's something for us on the world, far away from here" but compared to Nightshade, Jawbreaker didn't had the heart to left his family behind, heart, they didn't had hearts, it was a metaphor but it still doesn't feel right, much things doesn't feel right, they love each other and their family but... somethings were off for the two of them

...

Various years had passes since the "incident", when M.E.C.H wanted to take the island, believing their two protectors were stupid, Silas thought predacons were more stupid for some reason, that day he thought it would be easy to take those eggs without any concern, later that day, the island was almost destroyed and he lost an arm, an eye and a good part of his best soldiers, and the eggs got into stasis, a disaster, to be sure, and even if it was the best way, it was also the most dangerous too

Since that day, there was no sunset or sunrise Boulder missed, hoping whoever was the force that ruled Earth helped them, to bring their children back, or at least to give them an answer about them. Heatwave was less hopeful but he didn't had the spark to tell them otherwise, a lot of time had passed since Shockwave started searching them on Mainland and both were already losing any hope posible, for them or for any of the others who also lost someone, only Sissi, Rumble and Frenzy were left behind because they were already born when the other eggs were stolen, Sissi was an orphan of the war, adopted by Griffin Rock island, Rumble and Frenzy were born from the same egg and were Soundwave and Megatron’s kids also

But no matter how much Shockwave and Lightwave searched, there was no signal on sea, land or sky of those eggs or kids, they were starting to think maybe Silas did with them what they feared the most, they were about to tell the rest until, on one of their journeys, found a village of farmers, the few villages of humans that still lived, five predacon-breedings, still little, but the optics of the dino looked a lot like the optics of the Waves' asderoux, Light and Shock finally founded five, and also finded two of their nieces they were searching for...

#part two ready #I'll come with a part 3 that explains more of the characters individually and how they're doing on the world #maybe you're now expecting why I said this was Earthspark Angst #transformers #maccadam #rescue bots #tf rescue bots #tf au #monster au #tf #tfrobotsindisguise #tfrb #tfp #tfp au #tfes #tf es #tf aligned

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