#wish i could talk abt it more but i never know where to start unless smth like this lights the wick for me

[itsgirlcraft]

Heyoooo back at it again with my old "dragon!Sabre saves knight!Rainbow from Princess Nightmare" au

Sooo this is from 1/31/2021, apparently. I'll put the first bit from the og fic idea down, bc the second half is just rambling about Sabre's backstory and I wanna talk abt Nightmare tbh.

@woahrarepairsagemare potential sagemare fic incoming? And also @its-indigos you n your man ((Genesis)) wanna join the fic? :)

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The eldest princess of the Yellow Kingdom was said to live within a hidden castle in the Nightmare Mountains' forest, supposedly performing dark spells and horrifying experiments on not only herself but the people of the Kingdom of Yellow. They will fear the name Nightmare Stevens. And. They. Will. BOW.

Princess Night used to be sane. Some say she was infected with a strange ailment known simply as "The Darkness," which caused her to go mad with power. Others say she was locked away in that void-like ruin of a castle, but why? Was "The Darkness" worse than we thought? Did she get locked away for her safety? Or for ours? Did she do something so horrible I dare not utter another word, that she deserved to be locked up? Or was she never sane in the first place. Perhaps her heart was always dark.

The Kingdoms may never know why, only that Night was no longer an innocent girl who had to be protected. She was scarred. Broken. A force of nature which no man could stand up to. Something that no one will be able Magic and against unless they wished to be dead. Some thought she was a lost cause. Others wanted her dead.

"After all, we all have a dark side, I simply chose to show mine to this useless excuse of a world." The Nightmare whispered as she breathed life into her first Dark Creation. "You shall be known as Dark Steve, and together we shall rule all the Kingdoms," Nightmare cackled as her Corruption Magic gave Dark startling deep blood red eyes against glassy white, hungry. "You shall be my general, and you will command The Soldiers of Darkness as the second-in-command of the Night Terror Army!" the insanity of the isolated princess causing her yellow eyes to finally crack, the light searing her eyes, leaving the once-loved Yellow princess as a mere reflection of her former self. Twisted and broken, she kidnapped a young knight said to have been a Color Kingdoms' Creation destined to end "The Darkness's" reign of chaos with finally stopping Nightmare and her plans for complete and utter rule of the Color Kingdoms, and later the entire MC Realm.

But the Rainbow Knight was far too young to be fighting such a dangerous enemy. He lacked control and understanding of the powerful and dangerous abilities a member of the Color Kingdoms could have, and being a collective Creation between all Colors, he held far more potential than he could imagine. But with great power comes much, much, MUCH longer training sessions, and Rainbow was getting nowhere.

Meanwhile, Nightmare could already destroy chunks of land with her new Darkness fireballs the size of the average Yellow apartment, big enough to house up to 8 people. Not only had the dark princess improved her new Red Kingdom skills quickly, but she could already run from the far end of the Nightmare Mountain range to the other end where the Night Terror Castle stood within 5 minutes! Dark was greatly pleased with the progress his young creator had made on her original abilities, her Yellow-Born powers. The Rainbow Knight and the Nightmare Princess may be similar in mental age, but there was no likeness of one in the other. Neither were aware of each other's saddeningly young age, until the kidnapping came.

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Ngl, it feels kinda cringe n edgy, but I think I like it that way. It's a good starting point for a revamp. Sooo obviously reworking Night's dialogue and the narrative around her would be good, but I think it could be REALLY good with some Sagemare.

This og version feels kinda mehhh at best in terms of how alive the characters feel, they're one-dimensional at best. I kinda wanna mess around with including Sage as the knight or dragon, but ehh it might work out easier if I just keep Sage separate from that dynamic.

So one key thing here, is that the Steve Realm is both RQ and TSS at the same time, it's very vague. And if I'm including technically SSO for Sagemare, I might as well add in the rest, yknow? I mean that I wanna add dragon!Genesis and dragon!Indigo, too. Because I've got those mcrp designs and like. Why not.

I could get a real bingo with all these series 💀 like Sabre starts off in Assassin's Creed, then we've got RQ/TSS as the MC Realm, then add in SSO and SL for flavor. AND the dimension/kingdom that Sabre comes from feels like a knockoff Cozen kingdom, so we've got AR too.

I feel like drawing some callbacks to AR would do a lot of good in fleshing out all of this, especially the og part after this lil analysis. The Guardian of the Spirit World is the one to send Sabre on his way, but it seems kinda out of place, tho if I wrote it more as a multi-chapter, the pacing would probably fix itself. Maybe mixing some AR in with that would make this 2nd part a little less awkward.

I also think the vagueness doesn't really work well here, especially with the color kingdoms. Exploring how Rainbow/Nightmare's dynamic effects the kingdoms would definitely fix some of the awkwardness as well, and including other dragons besides Sabre.

And here's the second half:

The strange dark gray/green dragon which came to save the Rainbow Knight was not the strongest or the most powerful dragon. In fact, he was not always a dragon. He is a...peculiar case, random curses and hybrid origins and assassin friends litter his past, like one insane plot twist after another. E.S. thought he was human, back in the so-called "True Reality" Realm which he called home. After he and his father were chased by men claiming to simply be guards wanting to collect tax, the young boy's parents were both killed.

Some time after being taken in by assassins, he learned that the men who killed his parents were, in fact, not guards at all. You see, E.S. lived in a world where magic and inhuman beings were real, but were all in the MC Realm or taken away/killed. "True Reality" was called such thanks to mass anti-magic propaganda that said those who were hybrids, cursed, magic etc. were simply monsters or did not exist, and that the MC Realm did not exist. The ones who killed E.S.'s parents were supporters of such, and were like magic police that tried to censor and remove anyone against them and/or were magic.

E.S.'s mother had a family curse, while his father was a hybrid trying to live a normal life. But both caught up to E.S. when his hybrid side began to show and the curse had finally appeared physically. E.S.'s curse caused his eyes to change constantly, cycling through almost human eyes, to animals like cats, snakes, etc., demonic/bloody eyes which could get particularly scary, and code-like patterns which sometimes made him "glitch" with a spike of pain throughout his body.

E.S. discovered this on his 16th birthday, to his horror. Almost a month later, E.S. found white wings growing on his back. Later the feathers continued appearing along his torso, shoulders, neck, and upper arms. That was when he realized his parents were far more interesting than they wanted him to think. They tried so hard to let him live a normal life without their own past ruining it. E.S. began wearing a reddish-brownish dark gray bandanna around his eyes, and his adoptive father made him a special little hoodie which would make an illusion that would hide E.S.'s feathers as a chicken suit.

E.S. continued to wear both as his journey as an assassin continued. That is, until he got a job to kill a particularly nasty man who was deeply obsessed with finding a way to enter the MC Realm. The man had done so many horrid things to other people and their loved ones while exploring the magic of the MC Realm. E.S. got many jobs from different people asking to kill the obsessive man. He was the first target that saw through the magic hoodie and magic bandanna, and the man seemed to recognize E.S. rather than be fearful. He violently took down E.S., plucking out a few feathers as E.S.'s scream of pain was muffled.

Ripping off his bandanna, the crazed man ignored E.S.'s struggles and collected some blood from his crying eyes, murmuring "you are the one, yes yes yes you must be the chosen, I am sorry my winged child but you must fulfill the prophecy, the boy with rainbows for eyes needs your help, you are the only one who can save us from the dark beasts now, the terror queen must die to the dragon within the child of a cursed and the winged one, you must rescue hope from the nightmare my boy."

'How can this thin old man keep me pinned to the ground?!' E.S. was sure there was no way that the man was somehow stronger than him, he is a hybrid after all. Soon something happened while the man was mixing strange things with the blood and feathers. A portal. And not just any portal. The only one to the MC Realm.

"You truly are the chosen one!" the man wheezed, as a strange concoction finished brewing. E.S. could not move, what was this man planning to do to him? Was the job really all a hoax?? How, how was the man keeping E.S. down without touching him?! Why did the portal just appear?!? E.S. barely managed to grab his bandanna before the man slouched over to him, holding the strange bottle. The liquid seemed to shine in the dim light, like a green fire against metallic scales.

"You must take this, my boy. You may be a hybrid, but. You. Will. NOT SURVIVE. Unless you take on the identity of the dragon within you," the man began pouring the liquid on E.S.'s wings as he spoke. It burned. It burned through his veins as some was forced down his throat. His vision went blurry, barely catching a glimpse of his wings. He had no feathers. There was a green shine on them now. The man wheezed in joy as he dragged the panicking young man towards the glittering glitched purple portal.

For a moment, there was kindness in his voice. "I am sorry for all I have done," the man spoke with a softness E.S. had never heard, "I have grown too old to return to the broken MC Realm, please, help them. The Color Kingdoms used to be my home, but now I cannot reunite with my family until the Darkness Age is over. You should be able to get help with returning home once you end the Darkness, mention that The Guardian brought you." And with that, he pushed an oversized iron sword into E.S.'s hands, which were growing sharp black claws. E.S. looked up at the older man, tears in his eyes. "Save them. I wish we had more time but we don't," the man whispered with a sad smile before pushing the rapidly transforming boy through the portal, still clutching the sword.

And thus, E.S. became the dragon sent to save the Colors from the Darkness. He took on the name Sabre, his middle name, as his dragon form. The oversized sword fit perfectly in his new clawed hands, now a glittering purple and blue, almost like a galaxy. The previously empty socket in the handle had what looked to be a star, having fallen long ago. E.S. went on to find the Rainbow Knight, knowing that the two of them were the only ones who could save the Kingdoms. With some help from each Color, of course. He could not do it alone, even if he were the so-called "saviour." The once-human dragon must rescue the young knight from the Nightmare princess, or else all will be lost.

[oetscop]

NAH YOURE GIVING ME A REASON TO INFODUMP RNNNN IM HERE FOR IT

one of the first things i noticed while working on the logbook was something i refer to as the objectification of care. once youre aware of it you start seeing it in every single aspect of the series as a whole.

marvin kidnapped care after a custody battle. you can see the inconsistent visitation on the calendar in the house. its very very common for an abuser to kidnap their own child(ren) during a divorce as a way to control their spouse. they dont like that theyre losing that grip they have on them, and direct that towards their child(ren.) this, in a sense, is already just treating care like an object. not a human person, but a pawn to hurt and control anna during a very messy divorce.

after that, we have rainer making the game. the whole game is wound around care, every single story beat involves her. thats the whole reason he even started the newmaker plane stuff. for marvin. the way he talks about her. the way shes classed as a "pet" to be collected. the fact tiara and in game marvin cant even call her care and have to go with "baby" despite care being like. a regular ass name. it makes sense for paul or belle to not be in the table and need to be replaced. but care? care is literally a word. they quite literally do not care about her. nobody loves her.

paul is also participating in the objectification as well which is like. really fucking sad to think about. (working under the assumption that we all agree paul is a trans man and was care) he literally calls the in game depiction of himself as a child as "it." he willingly puts care NLM into the child library and then takes her back just to see what happens if you put a person in there. sure shes just a 2d sprite in a video game, but like. he KNOWS thats him. hes in denial, but he still knows. so like hes sitting there playing this game and being retraumatized by it, being reminded over and over, but still treating care like a thing. like a device to continue compulsively playing this fucking game. no sympathy for himself at all.

theres something quite poetic in the game forcing paul to watch marvin break in and "catch" care only to do that exact same thing himself. imo, so much of petscop is a strong metaphor for self acceptance and healing. because living in denial is never going to help. running from your past and covering your eyes will never make it go away. youll only hurt yourself more.

um. ive already said so much but i feel the need to tack this in here at the end. i dont think rainer believes hes fooling anyone. hes acutely aware that hes done some terrible shit. he clearly feels guilty, but cant/wont put all of the blame entirely on himself. like, think back to belle "failing" her rebirthing. she didnt fail because he played it wrong, it had to be because she gave up. he has such fucking tunnel vision. clearly he knows hes partly to blame, but the hatred he feels towards marvin is so much stronger. rightfully so since marvin is definitely a piece of shit as we established. but whats stopping him from just killing marvin? he could. but he doesnt. because he knows that emotional harm does a hell of a lot more damage to someone than just dying. hes had to live like that since mikes death, hes familliar with how much it hurt. so i guess. fuck you all and fuck me as well.

check your bathroom now.

viral infection dedicated to abuse

i've always hurt you

[stitchwraith-stingers]

Saw you're family tree post and i love how fleshed how they are! Though i saw you say that that Angela had her own godparent, could you perhaps elaborate on that?

HIIII IM SO GLAD U ASKED... this is one of my fave hcs and im happy i could talk abt it

when she was younger, angela was not in a good headspace mentally, she was extremely depressed to put it lightly, she was also really anxious and when she was 10 she recieved cirrus swiftsky as a godparent, the best i could describe him was like a grandfather to her and looked sort-of fancy, he had a mustache and everything, this wasnt his first rodeo with a kid, hes been doing this for a good few fairy years

angela, altough she used escapism often by reading kids books, she wasnt very "imaginitive" as she describes herself, so her wishes werent anything extreme, and if anything just mostly talked to cirrus about things that were bothering to her, and he wasnt expecting to become a defacto therapist to this kid, he gave her life advice he vaugely remembered while studying to be a godparent (they take mandatory childrens psychology lessons) and gestured her over to try journaling for her thoughts

he often disguised himself as a orange butterfly when outdoors with her (to school, to the park etc), and at home would usually be their pet ferret, who was called tom by her parents

they lasted longer then the usual godparent-godkid duo, 2 years infact, however she was expected to leave him when she was 14 as she was still concidered not yet fully happy, she had accidently blurted it out when her brother walked in on her and she panicked, thus wiping their memories

godparents, if taken away before their kid has been properly reverted to being happy, arent allowed to visit them again, and godkids wont be given another one unless they are in desperate need of them, like if something else drastic happened, even if they are still miserable, this is a big countroversy in the godparenting industry (which i could go on about tbh)

angela, who used cirrus as an anchor, was EXTREMELY distraught, and if anything made her feel worse by the fact she couldnt remember why (codependancy problems, where have i heard that before!) and after afew weeks of refusing to leave her room she decided to go to the library as a way to slowly start getting back to it and she had picked up a psychology book, and thats where she started her psychology interest, along with vaugely remembering her doing jounraling, so she continued and it spiraled into how she is today

though she had picked up psychology books for older people, so she convinced herself she was more "mature" for her age, and even today she hasnt gotten the hang of how 10 year olds should actually work ("lets leave her untill shes ready to come to us" go talk to ur daughter?)

her parents - heather and felix campbell - werent horrible at all, just in the dark about what her kid was doing since she didnt like to share anything she liked with them at all, if anything they were slightly more "loose" if that makes sense, but because she was just anxious she worried that theyd get mad which they often didnt, if that makes sense

she never really had any friends in her life, as she decided she'd focus on that after shes done with her studies, she wasnt really a social outcast, if anything a little socially awkward, shes only had 1 friend during high school and her social life kicked off more in collage, everyone had respected her but she was more of a "i wont talk unless you talk" type of deal, on top of her grades because it gave her something to do in her free time (and she just enjoyed writing essays in general), and she had gotten much much better where she was now! only problem was that she was still anxious about presenting projects

when she was with postpartum depression after hazel was born she couldnt help but feel like she was missing a puzzle piece, yknow how it feels when you know youve forgotten something, but you dont know what? thats how she felt, thankfully she had gotten treatment quickly

hazel does get her more anxious side from her, angela is a good parent and has taught her children to communicate with eachother unlike how she did with hiding it, though she (unknowingly) struggles with properly understanding her 10 year old and being so focused on her work she cant sit down and 'think outside the box' as shes said

[the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud]

If that's the case, tell me all about your OCs!

ahh ok!

idk where to start jejddnfkfnfm i recently did introduced a new oc universe (silently glances at epidemic stellaria) so i really wanna talk more abt the characters there. i've written a few character descriptions for them, but it's not ALL OF THE CHARACTERS YET LOL. i'll just put some of the ones i've already written under the cut lel

1. Naoki Sakaguchi

A normal boy who was living a normal enough life up until the Stellaria Epidemic happened. Despite spending most of his high school life indoors even until graduation, he was still cheerful and positive about his situation. However, he's also rather fed up by all of this, so he then sets up a goal to find the person who started the Stellaria Epidemic and put a stop to it once and for all.

2. Miyu Takemoto

Naoki's best friend who he befriended in the midst of their online classes back in high school. Miyu is mostly pessimistic and a realist, always looking at things in a logistic sense and never really likes the thought of even daydreaming once. She's very skilled in the piano, and has harnessed her abilities to use it as self-defense against the Stellarias.

3. Koshiro Nakano

A young teacher who didn't really want to become a teacher to begin with. Skipping a lot of grades and having a lot of skills in any school subject, Koshiro is a smart individual who's parents forced him to become a teacher at the young age of 17. It's been a year now since then, and even if he enjoys sharing his knowledge, he wishes he could do something more than just teaching a bunch of teenagers around his age all that he knows.

4. Stella Namia

The mastermind behind the Stellaria Epidemic, it's unknown why she even caused it to begin with. A girl who seems nice and approachable, but her intimidating aura immediately draws people away. Little does anyone know, there's something hidden behind her nearly empty eyes.

5. Alex Vignetta

The oldest of the Vignetta siblings and is the leader of the Reality Haxxors. A man who is very distant and cold towards others, even to his own relatives. He's always busy occupying himself within his work, so he never really has the chance to spend any time with his family. However, deep down inside, he secretly does care about them and the members of the Reality Haxxors.

6. Arthesia Vignetta

A member of the Reality Haxxors, Arthesia can be classified as the youngest Vignetta Data Bank wielder so far (even if her age is close to the Minase siblings). Not that talkative in real life, but more outspoken on social media, that's how she usually is. Used to be very introverted and quiet, but nowadays is willing to blabber on about whatever she likes a little more. It's all thanks to a certain someone.

7. Aaron Vignetta

He isn't actually a Vignetta biologically. He was just an accidental experiment result who then got taken in by the Vignetta family and became one of their own. Has always taken an interest in music and playing the guitar, and is currently learning how to play one. He's struggling, but he's trying, at the very least.

8. Haruki Motome

An up-and-coming idol! A rising star in the industry! His charming looks and melodious voice captivates those who have only seen him once. With a flashing smile, Haruki is sure to make you swoon~

9. Rumi Narukami

Once a world renowned musician, now is a music teacher for a high school. The reasons as to why she quit is...still unknown. However, she lives her life to the fullest despite everything. Despite being...what, 25 years old? She still isn't exactly familiar with modern technology for whatever reason. Arthesia and Yuta are helping her with that, though.

10. Yuta Minase

One of the Minase siblings, Yuta is a flirty, yet annoying boy who fails in his flirtatious attitude everytime. He has a loud and upbeat personality that never seems to die down unless someone calls him out for it. He's all bark but no bite.

11. Yuka Minase

One of the Minase siblings. Unlike her brother Yuta, Yuka is more quiet and serious. She's willing to help others if possible, but not without any cost, of course. Very skilled in robotics and engineering, and is able to fix anything around the Reality Haxxors's base if needed. Is really annoyed and absolutely done with her brother's antics, however.

12. Tyler Morrison

He serves as some kind of...guardian spirit to Arthesia. Has been with her for many years now, and has closely watched her growth throughout every single one of them. A man who can come off as rude and aggressive, but deep down inside, he has a little soft spot of his own.

THAT'S ALL I'VE DONE SO FAR LOLOL. i think there are a few familiar names for the og the-art-in-arthesia-is-loud followers™ like arthesia and tyler. but new names here and there too (hi stella)

thank you for talking to me btw anon i really really do appreciate it <3

[monumentalslutt]

i feel so like embarrassed saying this like i feel so cringe i swear i don’t mean this in pick me cringe embarassing way but i feel like most ppl don’t get what i mean when i say i get really angry, brah my anger just as extreme as my weird hyper moods and weird emo moods like that’s the level it be on it’s just i never am that angry in public no one has pissed me off to that level (to my face at least these damn mfs be sassy as fuck over text tjough but lose they balls in person) anyways yeah i don’t like how nobody gets that i be getting that emotionally angry too i just am not gonna randomly start screaming in public i have social awareness mate i’m not a freak unless i get really upset but then i normally start crying bcs im like wtf everyone’s looking at me and i get super upset and angry cry 😢 i hate when i angry cry bcs it makes me feel like a pussy ass bitch and then it makes me more angry and i cry more but normally my dad or 💞 or ☕️ you know all the ppl i’ve been around when i’m angry crying gives me a hug and i feel better so maybe i angry cry when im only angry bcs like i need a hug and when i’m just like fuck u i hate u angry like tryna hurt their feelings angry then idk soz i’m stoned and i don’t even know why i’m talking abojt me being angry wtf thags so weird see why do i always have the urge to share unnecessary stupid shit abt mhself i needa learn to just keep ro myself a lil more just in general i don’t need to talk so much lately i’ve also really started hating how talkative i can get it geniunely makes me dislike myself like why do i do that that’s sp embarrassing, but i’ve actually been getting way better at doing it to people i just realised, OMG YIPPEE i literally share here where only teana could ever see it sometimes i wish i made my ex download tumblr but then i remind mhself he definitely doesn’t care enough to be checkin on my tumblr omg ok i feel sad 🤬 how am i gonna have no marijuana no vape NUTHIN for 3 weeks straight starting TOMORROW ima start shaking and sweating like a tweaker

[lesbiannancytruther]

sapphic senate hcs <3

ok one last post before i go to bed- it’s sapphic senate hcs!! some of these apply to general sapphic senate (and i mean the giant version, including the core four + barb kali and eden (tho tbh knowing so little abt eden makes it difficult so there won’t be as much of her)) and also my mythical moment au sapphic senate

quick reminder for the mm au we got vampire!nancy, werewolf!robin, witch!chrissy and witch!kali, naturespirit!barb, and human gfs vicki and eden :)

being absolutely fr vicki is sooooo tired dealing with her cursed gfs. she loves them! but they r so much all the time she deserves a nap

vampire!nancy, when she found out wtf was going on, refused to feed on anyone close to her out of real fear that she wouldn’t know how to stop (even though a lot of them offered bc Nancy Please Don’t Starve) and that actually ended with nancy putting a very wrong place wrong time carol in critical condition after she ran into a struggling nancy outside of her house (possible max induced karmic punishment?? haven’t decided yet) but this freaks nancy tf out and now she has a schedule for feeding so she never does smth like that again

in all honesty i don’t know how kali would meet up w the sapphic senate UNLESS the core 4 + barb left hawkins for a night out and ended up running into kali who was like omg.... sapphics... and decided to see what was going on only for nancy to clock someone was following them in like 15 minutes

this leads to a “wtf r u doing” confrontation and everyone having the standard “oh no she’s hot” moment. im actually thinking kali creates an illusion to leave the situation without MORE confrontation but they end up seeing each other again afterwards and slowly absorb kali by osmosis

my general idea of the sapphic senate absolutely includes ronance + chricki being a sapphic friend group only to merge after one (1) night of wine and truth or dare (in an effort to recapture their stolen youth ofc).

they all got promoted from girlfriend in law to girlfriend eventually

listen i just think that wolf form ww robin and bat form vamp nancy r incredibly real (bat nancy napping on wolf robin’s head i think its true)

chrissy, being the upside down tuned medium, actually talks to a dead fred quite often, where he finds closure bc chrissy is real life nice and listens to him

the very small house that all of them temporarily share is daytime proof for nancy’s sake, who’d rather be able to get up and walk around during the day instead of hiding under a blanket in a dark room waiting for the sun to go down

they wish they could ww proof the house to keep robin inside and from getting into trouble during the full moon but it is Too Small and everything would break so nancy, kali, and barb have to act as herders as best they can to keep robin in a safe area.

nancy sits in the lap of whoever she’s feeding from in the moment im speaking MY truth

also think that if they all went out on a late night date and the sun started rising they’d have to carry bat nancy in a backpack to keep her from getting wicked sun burn (she complains the whole time ofc)

robin is who nancy feeds off of the most simply because she heals so fast and regenerates everything nancy took in a like an hour so she feels the least bad (robin insists it’s bc she tastes the best and nancy always vehemently denies it (kinda is true though)).

okay this is all for now i will return when the inspiration strikes >:)

[doexoeyes]

Farewell

Summary: all good things must come to an end (he just wish it didn’t have to end with him saying goodbye to you forever)

Warnings: death, swearing, depression, mentions of not eating, themes of grief & loss (I wanna be as careful & specific as I can with these warnings because I rlly don’t want to trigger anyone, ur mental health comes first)

Notes: ahhhh I finally got to finish this one! this was a challenge from the start but here it is. honestly nervous abt this one, but seriously thank u for all the love u’ve been giving to the first two parts. the plan was to make this 4 parts but unless anyone really wants a 4th part, I honestly might just have this be the finale for this mini-series. thank u again & I hope u enjoy ♡

Part 1 Part 2

(really recommend reading these before in order to get some of the references & be completely heartbroken)

The future.

You had both talked about it a few times. What it had meant for your relationship.

But giving that you were graduating in just a few short months, and college acceptance letters were underway, the future was starting to feel a lot more like the present.

“Oh, and I also applied to The Art Institute of Chicago.“

“Chicago? Really? It’s like…a gloomier New York,” Peter says with a grimace on his face.

You were both laying down on the roof of the Met Museum, taking in the sight of the sunrise.

Your head tilts towards his direction, eyes squinting as one hand shielded you from the sun’s rays.

“Maybe I wanna live in a gloomier New York.”

“Oh yes, because you’re such a gloomy person, you know with your steady supply of enthusiasm and your sunshine haired dog and how you always say “have a good day” to strangers on the street” he said, voice picking up to mimic you.

You roll your eyes at him, laying your head back down.

“Thank you for that performance Parker, but I don’t think I’m getting in anyways. Only the best of the best artists do,” you state.

“Hey,” he says, turning his body to face you, head resting on his hand as he leans on one of his elbows.

“Getting in should be the least of your worries. You’re insanely amazing, ok? I just think…” and he pauses, making you tilt your head back to him.

“What?”

“Nothing, just that...you live in New York, you know, and isn’t it like the art capital of the world? Why would you want to leave when you can learn from the best here,” he suggests, expression innocent.

But you knew better.

“Mhm. Is this really because you care about my education, or is it because you want me to be here with you?” you ask him with a smirk.

Caught.

“You know I would never ask you to stay for me,” he says and you quickly respond with “And I’d never ask you to leave.”

You understood why Peter wanted to stay. You knew the responsibility he had as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Not only that, but it would hurt him to leave Aunt May all alone. He was set on staying in New York and you would never push for him to change his mind.

You both decided, after a mature talk about it (which featured many tears and “I love you’s” and maybe something else…), that you would try long distance.

You loved him and he loves you and you had breaks and holidays to visit each other. Why wouldn’t it work out?

“I could swing to Chicago in like a day, you know? So maybe it’s not that bad of a choice,” he says, offering you a small smile.

You get up and walk closer to him, kissing the top of his head before plopping down by him.

“Enough about me and the colleges I’m most likely not getting into, what about you, Mr. Honor Roll? What schools did you apply to here,” you ask, hands patting your lap, signaling for him to lay his head down on it.

He gives you a happy little grin, the one that makes him look like a kid again and you can’t help but smile back.

Your favorite moments with Peter were the ones where he got to let loose. You were grateful that you were able to help him with that.

Your hands play with his hair and he hums, leaning into your touch.

“Yeah, about that, I actually didn’t apply anywhere. I just thought with the Spidey stuff I’ll be too distracted to concentrate on my work and plus I pretty much already have a job at the Bugle, with Jameson offering me that full time po-“

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute,” you say, hands pulling out of his hair as you look down at him seriously.

“Are you saying that you made a life changing decision based on what benefits Spider-Man?” you ask, brow raised.

He keeps his head on your lap, eyes looking up at you sheepishly.

“Umm…maybe…”

“Peter, we talked about this. I mean, if you don’t want to go to college because you have no interest in it, then that’s fine, I totally respect your decision. But if you’re choosing not to go because it’ll get in the way of Spider-Man, then that’s not ok,” you say sternly, and he sits up at that.

He looks at you, a shameful look on his face, once again looking like a kid, except this time he looked like one who was getting scolded. You instantly grab his face gently with both hands, eyes looking into his with as much love as you could convey.

“I know Spider-Man is a big responsibility, and you think about your choices a little differently now with him in the picture, but Peter Parker should always come first. Always.”

Your words are soft and there’s a moment of silence as you both sit there, his head in your hands, eyes connected to one another’s.

You can hear the street below you, the people passing, the cars honking, but right up here it was just the two of you and nothing else mattered.

“Promise me you’ll do that,” you say softly, cutting the silence.

He nods, moving to place a kiss on one of your hands.

“I promise.”

……

He thinks about that moment a lot. The calm before the shit storm that always came to whoever Peter cared about most.

His parents.

Uncle Ben.

You.

He sometimes wonders if he did something in a past life to piss off the universe so much that he has to continuously suffer.

He thinks about how he should have told you that if he put Peter Parker first, that meant signing your death certificate, because the next moment where he should have thought about Spidey, he thought about himself and what he wanted.

And less than an hour later, you were dead.

………

Graduation day comes and Peter’s sad that he can’t see you walk the stage with your class. Being from different schools, your ceremonies were at the same time, but you promise him a video and he says the same and now the day has come and he hopes to god that he even makes it to the ceremony cause right now he was riding on the front of a truck, caught in a high speed chase throughout downtown.

Yup, just another day in the life of Peter Parker.

Thankfully he makes it in the nick of time, just as he’s called on stage. He catches his breath and looks into the crowd, hopping to spot Aunt May, but before the principal hands him his diploma, he see’s another familiar face:

Your’s.

You’re cheering loudly, a handmade “Go Peter!” sign in your hands as you wave it around excitedly. To your right is Aunt May, a pompom in her hand that he just knows you brought for her to hold, and to your right is none other than Shaggy, dressed in a graduation cap and gown.

He laughs, completely caught off guard but extremely over joyed.

You came to see him.

You really came to see him.

He takes his diploma and shakes hands with the principal, turning around for the required photo moment, Aunt May camera ready as you continued to cheer for him loudly, Shaggy joining in with a big deep bark, and the smile that graces Peter’s face is the biggest and most genuine smile he has ever given.

After the ceremony he immediately rushes to you and May, arms lifting you up into the air immediately as he spun you around.

“You’re here! How are you here? Wait…please don’t tell me you ditched your ceremony to make it to mine,” he says, putting you down, brows furrowed and eyes analyzing your face for an answer.

“Pete, you’re always putting other people first. It’s about time somebody did the same, & I’m honored to be that person,” you say genuinely, beaming up at him proudly.

He’s silent for a moment, eyes talking you in. He couldn’t believe you were real. He couldn’t believe you were his.

He embraced you in a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you, yet careful not to hurt you. He’s overwhelmed with emotion and he’s not sure he can form the words to properly thank you but he hopes you can tell that this means the absolute world to him.

Later that night, after dinner with your parents and Aunt May, you both go to Peter’s and he puts on a small ceremony for you in the living room.

He gives you his cap and gown and he plays the graduation song and announces your name on a tv remote. Shaggy plays that part of the principal, and so you walk across the living room, shake his paw, and smile as Peter takes a picture with his camera (as requested by him, of course).

He kept that picture in a frame in his room, along with another one of the two of you at your prom; Peter looking handsome in a suit and you absolutely stunning in a dusty blue dress with a cheesy cardboard moon beside you both.

He has those pictures still, in his shit hole apartment, on a book shelf in his room.

He once spent a full day staring at them, believing that if he focused on them enough, he could go back in time and relive it. Maybe even be able to pull you straight out of them.

To be fair, he was very drunk.

He talks to the picture of you in the cap and gown, more than he’d like to admit. He tells you about how he feels, how his day is going, all the thoughts running around in his head.

Aunt May made him go to therapy soon after your death, but he only lasted a session. One thing he did take from it though was the practice of talking to you as if you were still there, just so he had a safe space to release his thoughts.

“Dark thoughts kept inside will only make them darker. And one day, that darkness will be too much,” the therapist had said.

So he tells you everything. He tells you when he feels hopeless. Tells you when it all hurts too much. Tells you when he can’t feel anything at all. Tells you that he loves you and he hopes you’re doing okay, wherever you were.

Tells you he’s so fucking sorry and he wishes he could have saved you from himself.

It’s three months after your death that Peter starts living life again, or as much living as he’s able to do. He wishes it was because he was strong enough, because he did it knowing you would have wanted him to move on, to take care of himself, to fucking eat at least.

But it’s because of someone else that he finally gets up and leaves the dark confines of his apartment.

He stopped allowing Aunt May to come visit him. As harsh as that sounds, he just couldn’t take her constant crying whenever she’d see the kind of conditions he was living in. She would tearfully complain that he was clearly not eating enough, too thin, too pale, and she would yell at him about the abundance of empty liquor bottles she would find around the apartment, saying he was killing himself.

He loves Aunt May but he can’t take it. It adds to his depression, seeing how much he’s letting her down, how much he’s hurting her.

So when he hears a knock on the door, he thinks it must be his landlord or a neighbor or a Girl Scout selling cookies.

He never expected to see your parents through the Peephole.

He closes his eyes, swallowing deeply. For once he finally feels embarrassed at the way he looks and the way he’s living.

He opens the door, eyes lowered to the floor to avoid what he assumes is their expressions of disgust and disappointment.

“Hi,” he says lowly, and he’s surprised by how hoarse his voice comes out.

“Hello Peter, is it ok if we come inside to talk?” your mom says, tone soft and cautious.

He lets them in, apologizing under his breath for the mess. It’s when they walk in that he notices they brought Shaggy along. His tongue is out as he happily trots into the room.

He hasn’t seen Shaggy since your funeral, and he feels like the wind is knocked out of him. He has to bite down on his lip to keep himself from letting out a sob.

Shaggy was the closest thing to you that there was.

His mind wonders back to the few days before it all went wrong. Before you were gone forever.

You were both walking Shaggy, your usual cruise through Peter’s neighborhood. You stop by all your favorite spots, Joe’s Pizza and the ice cream shop nearby where you get strawberry ice cream to share.

“One spoon for two,” he says once he steps out, ice cream cup in hand.

You smile at him, opening your mouth to take the spoonful of ice cream that he offers you. You hum happily, Shaggy beside you wagging his tail.

“Hey, so I think it’s time I come clean to you about something,” you say, as you both continue your walk down the street.

Peter turns his head to you, taking a moment to swallow the ice cream down.

“Hmm, so you lied to me about something? Let me guess, you actually do like the Star Wars prequel movies, you just say you don’t to hurt my feelings,” he says, and you roll your eyes, bumping into him playfully.

“Shut up. So you know how I told you that I got into The Art Institute of Chicago?””

“Yeah...”

“So…about that. I decided not to take the offer. There’s actually another school I’m going to in the fall.”

His heart drops at that.

“Oh….cool. Which one?” he asks, but he knows it’s farther away than Chicago.

There’s only one reason why you would lie, and it was because you intended on being a lot farther away than what you had initially planned.

The arrangements for Chicago were already made between you two. It wasn’t too far, just an hour plane ride or a 12 hour drive. He wasn’t sure how far you’d plan on being now, but he selfishly hoped it wasn’t out of the country.

“It’s pretty far away, and I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it,” you say, and he feels his stomach turn because he was right, you were most definitely going out of the country.

“It’s called NYU, and I know it’s not like the most prestigious school but…”

He stops, dead in his tracks.

“NYU? As in…”

“New York. Yeah. I don’t know how our long distance relationship is gonna work now, but I have faith that we’ll figure it ou-…”

Before you can finish, Peter webs you to him, a small gasp releasing from you at the shock of his action. You’re against his chest now, looking up at him, his hands trailing down to your waist and you blush instantly.

You’re still constantly overwhelmed by how beautiful he is. His eyes, his hair, his jaw. You couldn’t believe Peter was your guy.

“You’re…you’re staying here?”

You nod.

“Yeah, I’m staying,” you admit softly and you can see a smile begin to form on Peter’s face.

“After our talk a few months ago I thought, you’re right. It’s freaking New York, art lives here. And not only that, but you live here. Why would I ever want to leave?” and his grin is huge and so is yours and he kisses you right there, just like your first kiss on that very same street, with the strawberry ice cream and the one spoon for two and the excitement for what the future held for you two.

The cup in Peter’s hand falls, half melted strawberry ice cream dripping on the cobblestone, Shaggy excitedly licking the treat that was now his.

Now Shaggy sat in the middle of his living room, big dark eyes looking up at him as if to say “you’re looking rough.”

Get it.

Ruff.

“May has been telling us about how you’ve been doing Peter. And clearly, it’s not well,” your mother states.

Oh no, not this.

“We know you loved our daughter, and we know exactly what you’re going through, but she wouldn’t want to see you like this. She always did everything she could to make you happy. And this, this would break her heart.”

“Please,” Peter says suddenly, putting a hand up to signal her to stop.

“Please, I don’t want to hear this. I get this from May and I understand. Thank you for coming to see me but I think it’s best if you…”

“And you should listen to May. You’re killing yourself boy. You want to put her through what we’re going through?” your father’s voice booms, catching Peter off guard.

His last words waver and Peter notices his eyes glossing up. The only time he had seen your dad cry was at your funeral and it made him feel the same way he did now: shameful.

Shameful, because it was his fault that he lost his only daughter.

“Listen, I understand that you loved her. No one knows better than we do about what that feels like. Knowing you’re waking up to a world where she’s not going to be there, but guess what? You’re still here. And you need to get your ass up, take a damn shower, and eat something before you waste away. You want her death to mean something? Stay alive so you can keep her memory going. That’s all we can do.

The words hit Peter like ice water to his face.

He’s stoned cold silent for the rest of the conversation. The only time he’s back to focusing is when your mother hands him a folder.

“NYU gave us the portfolio she sent in for her application. I think there’s something in there that you would like to see,” and he takes the folder, lump in his throat.

Did you really leave something behind for him? Was it something he even wanted to see?

“Also, we were talking about it, with May as well, and we would like to give you something, Peter. Something we think will help you get back to…” she pauses, trying to find the words.

“Living,” your father says bluntly.

Peter’s brows furrowed, unsure of what they meant.

“What do you…”

“We’d like to give you Shaggy,” your mom says, eyes looking down at the dog below her.

Peter’s eyes widened, completely caught off guard.

“W-what?” his voice cracks from the shock.

“We know this is what she would have wanted. We think having something so close to her will help you heal. And Shaggy, well, she loved him so much, and I just know you love him too. It’s what’s best for all of us. For you,” she says, and her eyes are tearing up, causing your father to wrap an arm around her.

“Listen, you can neglect taking care of yourself if you want, but you better think twice about doing the same to him. This is a living breathing animal. More than that, this was Y/n’s whole world. And if you loved her like we think you did, like you say you did, then you know better than to let this dog waste away like how you’re letting yourself,” he says, and Peter winces from the direct harshness.

And so, this is how Peter was left with Shaggy. Your Shaggy. The same Shaggy he saw you with that fateful day in Central Park. The one you brought all dressed up to his graduation.

He doesn’t know what your parents or May were thinking. He wasn’t fit to take care of Shaggy. He couldn’t even take care of himself.

“I’m so sorry, but I’m not her,” Peter tells him with sorrowful eyes, kneeling down to his level on the floor.

Shaggy’s laying on the rug in his living room, eyes looking straight at him.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Peter thinks he would say.

Despite the anxiety he feels at his newly thrown responsibility, he knows better than to keep the dog from his needs. So he puts on a cap and walks him outside his apartment building for a little while.

The fresh air hits his face, reminding him that he hasn’t felt in in months. It’s fall once again and he notices that the breeze is cool and the leaves are red.

When they’re back inside, he feeds Shaggy his kibble in the bowl your parents had given him and fills up his water bowl. The walk made Peter thirsty so he grabs a glass of water and sits on the couch, watching the dog eat away happily as he took a couple sips.

The work he has to do for him isn’t much, but it’s enough to make him tired, giving how he hasn’t even gotten up from his couch in nearly three months. So, he decides to take a shower and head to bed for the night.

He’s so tired, in fact, that he completely forgets his usual reason for avoiding sleep.

He keeps revisiting the night you died.

……….

“Please, let me help! I know I can do it this time,” you had begged him.

Peter had found a way to stop Electro and you fully believed that you could help. All you ever wanted to do was help Peter out on a Spider-Man mission, so you were literally begging him to let you do this.

Peter weighs his options in his head. He really doesn’t want you to get involved because he knows there’s a huge risk and he didn’t want to put you in danger. On the other hand though, he knows how much this means to you, knows that this would help settle the seed of doubt in your mind that made you feel like you weren’t good enough.

Because you were more than good enough for him. You were everything.

He has his hands on his head, pacing frustratedly as the anxiety kicks in, knowing he doesn’t have much time to think this through.

He thinks about how, as Spider-Man, he wouldn’t let you help him. Spider-Man would never let a civilian put themselves in danger like that. The only one at risk at getting hurt should be him.

But then, as Peter Parker, he thinks about how nice it would be to have some help, your help. How the victory would be sweeter, how seeing your face light up in excitement at knowing that you did it would be the most rewarding feeling in the planet.

His mind takes him back to that time you both laid on the roof of the Met and the words you told him.

“Peter Parker should always come first. Always.”

So he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and decides that this time he’ll follow through with the promise he made you.

“Fine, fine! You can help, but be on high alert all all times, ok? And you better not get hurt, cause if you do, I’m gonna have some choice words for you,” he said, famous humor slipping through in hopes of calming the nerves that were raging through him.

You cheer excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! And ok, I will, I promise,” and off you ran to the power plant, ready to put your plan in action.

The begging was worth it, because you were right, the plan worked, you both took down Electro and the smile on your face was definitely worth it for him.

“Oh my god, we did it! We actually did it!” you cheer excitedly, running out of the Oscorp power plant with a beaming smile.

Peter makes his towards you, shooting you a thumbs up.

“Guess we make a great team, huh? Now come on, we have to move into our apartment tomorrow before 8 a.m and you’re not the world’s earliest riser,” he says, but just as he’s about to approach you, an eerie laugh echoes around the area, causing you both to freeze.

“Y/n, stay there…”

Before you can even react, a flying hovercraft lands between you two.

What a shame that it wasn’t just you, but also Peter who broke his most important request: Be on high alert at all times.

Harry Osborn, Peter’s childhood friend you were introduced to earlier in the summer. You were taken aback by his appearance, looking nothing like he did the day you met him. He was completely unrecognizable, and if it wasn’t for him turning around to take a good look at you, you wouldn’t have even noticed it was him.

He says some things to Peter that scared you, like how he connects the dots that he’s Spider-Man and how he claims he betrayed him. The anger in his voice makes you extremely uneasy, but it’s when he says the following sentence that you truly realize the level of danger you’re in.

“You don’t give people hope, you take it away. Now I’m gonna take away yours.”

“Y/n, run!” Peter shouts.

But just as your setting off, Harry grabs you and takes off to the sky.

You can’t help the scream that you let out, completely terrified as you’re zooming through the air. You close your eyes, the fear paralyzing you, but you can hear Peter coming after you.

“Harry! Harry, put her down!”

Your mind is racing as you’re helplessly trapped in Harry’s tight grip. This entire ordeal felt like a page ripped out from one of your nightmares.

You feel yourself coming to a halt, and despite the intense fear, you gather up enough courage to open your eyes, seeing Peter on top of the clock tower, shouting up at Harry.

“Harry, stop this right now! This isn’t you Harry, this is not you. Put her down!”

You could hear the desperation in his voice and it’s enough to bring tears to your eyes, turning your head to look directly at Harry.

“Harry, please…” you begin to beg, but he cuts you off angrily.

“Harry is dead!” he growls in your face and you wince before hearing Peter speak again.

“Harry this is between you and me! You wanna fight? Fight me! Let her go!”

Your eyes stay on Harry, stomach twisting at his expression.

“Okay,” he says softly, and all at once his hands let you go and you’re plummeting down in the air.

You’re unable to scream, your stomach caught in your throat as your hair whips around, the intensity of the fall making you close your eyes and lose your ability to breathe.

You think this is it, this is the way you’re gonna go, but you feel two arms wrap around you and tuck your whole body into their’s and you’re suddenly crashing through a glass fixture.

You land with a hard slam, glass shards all over, and your eyes open to Peter under you, arms still wrapped protectively around you.

“You ok?” he asks, but you’re unable to speak, only shaking your head and humming in disagreement.

Peter is both terrified and angry.

He wants to kill Harry for putting him you through this. For scaring the shit out of him you. He wants so badly to hold you a little longer, to comfort you and tell you everything was going to be alright, but something falls beside you both and just as he moves to push it away, it explodes.

The floor you were on gives out and you scream as you’re free falling once again, but Peter immediately shoots a web at your hand, gently guiding you to land on a gear below you.

“Hey, I got you, ok? Stay here,” he says, as he’s off to confront Harry.

You see the two of them fighting above you as you try to keep steady, the gear spinning you around, but before you can even catch your breath, Harry’s glider spirals right towards you, crashing under your feet. You gasp as you’re once again in the air until another one of Peter’s webs come for your hand and you hang onto it for dear life.

You see Peter pulling you up but Harry attacks him from the back, causing him to let go momentarily.

You scream, hanging onto the web, when you see a pair of gears getting caught between it. You look up helplessly, dangling as you try your best to hold on.

When Peter is finally able to kick Harry off though, you’re not even able to take a breath of relief.

Because the gears cut at the web you’re holding onto and you’re once again plummeting straight down.

It all happens in slow motion.

Peter immediately dives after you, shooting out a web intended to catch you. His heart is beating 100 miles a minute but he hopes, no, he knows he’s going to catch you. He always catches you.

As you’re falling, you watch his web make it’s way towards you and you swear it looks almost like a hand reaching out to you, like as if it was his hand.

Suddenly, a feeling overcomes you and you understand what this all was. You feel your body relax despite the height and the speed you were falling in as everything else around you blurs except for Peter.

Your eyes are locked on his for a moment and you wish that his mask was off so you could have seen his warm brown eyes at least one more time.

You close your eyes, a tear falling down as you mentally go through every moment that had brought you here. All the memories of you and him flash through your mind like a movie, and despite this ending that awaited you, you still wouldn’t have changed a thing.

Having lived a life where someone loved you the way Peter did was worth it, no matter how short it might have been.

No, you don’t regret a thing.

….

…

..

The next thing Peter hears is a sickening smack that echoes through the tower. He immediately jumps down to you once he ties the web to a nearby pole, it having caught you right before you hit the floor.

Once he makes it to you though, whatever hope he had in him immediately disappears.

You’re hanging by his web, eerily still and quiet. He notices your eyes are closed when he approaches you and chills run through his body.

“Y/n?” He breaks the webs away from you, holding you in his arms.

Your body is limp.

“Hey, you’re okay. Come on baby, you’re okay” he says, gloved hands gently stroking your face.

He gets no response.

Tears form in his eyes, lips trembling.

“Hey, you weren’t allowed to get hurt remember? You promised? And-and you did such a good job sweetheart. You did. You helped me. You were so worried you could never do it, but you did. Now wake up, please? I-I love you so much and tomorrow we’re finally-…”

He freezes, watching in horror as he notices the blood beginning to trickle down your nose

No.

No.

NO.

“No, please! No, no, no, please, stay with me, stay with me…” his voice is urgent, looking for any signs of response from you.

“P-please don’t leave me. You can’t leave me Y/n, please,” he’s sobbing at this point, grabbing at your face, gently trying to shake you awake.

“Please.”

His hands pass through your hair, eyes locked on your face. So still, so quiet, so peaceful.

The next sob he lets out shakes his whole body, the sounds echoing throughout the tower as he throws his head in the crock of your neck.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

He stays there for what feels like hours, till he hears sirens approaching. He’s still crying as he forces himself to stand up, shaking as he lays a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says between tears as he runs out of the tower, the image of your lifeless face engraved in his mind.

…

Peter wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath.

He’s trembling, tears flowing down his face. He flinches, caught off guard when he feels something heavy jump on his bed, until he feels a wet nose on his arm.

Shaggy is sitting up, gently nudging his shoulder. The dog whimpers and Peter moves to turn on his lamp.

His big dark eyes are looking at him and Peter thinks this time he’s saying, “you okay there buddy?”

Shaking his head, he envelopes the dog in a hug.

“I killed her. I’m the reason why she’s not here with you. Why she’s not here with me. I’m so sorry,” he sobs.

Shaggy stays in place, allowing Peter to wrap his arms around him. They stay like this for a few minutes, Peter’s tears soaking Shaggy’s fur, but the dog remains still, as if knowing that he needed this moment.

Peter’s sobs slowly turn to hiccups and he pulls away, looking at Shaggy directly.

“Thank you,” he says and pats his head.

Peter doesn’t remember when but he ends up falling asleep again, Shaggy laying right near his feet.

When he wakes up in the morning, the first thing he does is walk Shaggy. Then he feeds him, and in seeing Shaggy eat, he gets a little hungry himself, so he eats a slice of toast. He repeats the same process throughout the day, walk him, feed him, even play with him for a little while, and it tires him out enough to shower and go to bed.

He has the same nightmare that night.

But Shaggy is back on the bed, ready to comfort him again.

Slowly it becomes a routine and each day Peter gets better at eating, at showering, at sleeping.

He even finds himself smiling at times, at something smart or silly Shaggy does. It makes him feel nice, like he’s nearly human again.

One day he takes Shaggy for a walk and shows up at Aunt May’s house.

He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door and then looks down at Shaggy for some courage.

The door opens and Aunt May is standing in front of him, eyes wide and speechless. He looks at her, an apology ready on the tip of his tongue, but May immediately embraces him tightly. He’s frozen for a moment, not knowing what to do, until he wraps his arm around her and rests his chin on top of her head.

A couple days later, he’s cleaning his apartment. He throws away his collection of liquor bottles, sweeps the floor and dusts the shelves.

He notices shaggy is staring at something on his desk, which he still has yet to declutter, so he walks over to it, brows furrowed.

“Whatcha looking at boy?” he asks, because he noticed one day that talking to Shaggy helped him feel better sometimes.

Because it was the closest thing to talking to you.

He sees a big folder peeking out of the mess of papers on the desk and pulls it out. His breathing ceases once he realizes what it is.

“This is hers,” he says, eyes watering up as he looks at the folder.

Your NYU portfolio.

He takes the folder to his bed, sitting down as he places it on his lap. Shaggy climbs beside him and he pets his back. Taking a deep breath, he opens up the folder and is greeted with an oil pastel portrait of Shaggy.

“Hey, look, that’s you,” he tells the dog, letting out a watery laugh.

His runs his hands through the picture, feeling the texture of the oil pastels on his fingertips.

You captured Shaggy perfectly.

“You were so talented, wow,” he says aloud, voice shaking slightly.

He takes another deep breath before flipping through the next thing in the folder. What he sees makes him freeze.

It was a hand drawn comic.

“The Amazing Peter Parker.”

He puts his hands over his mouth letting out a soft sob.

He looks at all the panels you drew. The pictures of a cartoon him with glasses and a camera. The comic follows him going through normal, everyday things. Things that comic books weren’t really about.

Comic books were about super heroes with cool powers and action filled adventures. You could have easily based your comic on his adventures as Spider-Man, but instead, you chose to do one about him. The real him.

Peter Parker.

You thought he was amazing enough.

He laughs again as he looks at every page. You had even included yourself in a small section. Both you and Shaggy.

He’s full on crying now but despite the sadness he feels, he’s so thankful he got to see this. He’s so thankful he got to keep a piece of you that made him feel like he was worth it, like he was worth anything at all.

Like it was worth giving life another shot again so that he could continue to strive to be amazing enough for you.

That night, he has a different dream.

He’s in Central Park, taking pictures of twisted tree branches and orange sky when his lens focuses on a golden haired dog. Kneeled beside him was you, hand fluffing up the dog’s fur in happy pets. He zooms in and takes a photo of you.

When he looks up from his camera, you’re waving him over.

Free of nerves, he approaches you.

“Hey, was it a good shot?” you ask him, smiling at him almost knowingly.

He smiles back.

“It was, actually. Do you wanna see?”

[shingia]

can i req suna,, akaashi and iwa (and anyone else u want!!) getting jelly abt the s/o hanging out with another guy and being touchy (like the playful smacking or smth) without knowing the guy was their brother? angst to fluff bc i want the ✨ pain ✨ if u dont wanna its fine too,,

thanks bby,, love ur works so much! stay safe and healthy 😫����

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS OF A GUY WITHOUT KNOWING HE’S YOUR BROTHER ✗

me receiving a request : 🥰 the request including suna :🤩 tysmm bby stay safe and healthy tooo <3

-> suna, iwaizumi, akaashi

-> angst to fluff

-> reblogs help a lot <33

— SUNA

• he hadn’t asked many questions when you told him you couldn’t come over to his house in the afternoon. but now, as he was replaying your snapchat story for the sixth time, he really wished he did

• maybe if he had insisted on coming with you, you wouldn’t have let this guy - that he had never seen, for the record - act so touchy with you

• was it his fault for not making you feel special enough ? to the point that you preferred the company of other men rather than your own boyfriend’s ?

• just the thought of this was enough to make a few of his usually well-hidden insecurities bubble up - most of them due to what his friends always joked about « suna doesn’t care enough to be in a relationship, they’ll all run away after a week ! »

• so yes, suna was hurt, but you didn’t have to see that. your opinion on him was the only one he cared about, he didn’t want to tarnish it. well... your opinion and his little sister’s, who burst into his room as he was about to watch your story for the seventh time to tell him that « someone’s at the door ! »

• not feeling like getting out of bed, it took him a few minutes to drag his feet to the door before finally opening it. and of all the people he could have expected to see, you were the last of them

• « surprise ? » you smiled as you let yourself in, not noticing the surprised look on his face as you greeted him with a tight hug. « i felt bad for cancelling our afternoon together, so i asked my brother to drop me off »

• you weren’t even done talking that suna had already recognized the man in the car that was leaving his driveway. his embrace immediately softened, and a smile crept on his face as he felt all his doubts vanish in a second

• « nuh-uh, don’t take your jacket off beautiful, i’m taking you out », he told you, determined to spoil you in the way he regretted not doing sooner

• at his words, his sister almost magically appeared next to you, coat in hand and ready to go. « you weren’t planning on leaving without me, right ? » she flashed you a toothless grin, grabbing both your hand and his to drag you two outside

• suna shared a deadpanned look with you, « of course not... » you both said in unison as she was already leading the way to her favorite ice cream shop

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s trust in you was infinite. but something about the way this guy had his arm playfully wrapped around your shoulders didn’t sit right with him

• his practice had ran late and he was exhausted. but he had promised you he would pop over to the birthday party of your childhood best friend, knowing how much it mattered to you

• but your behavior looked an awful lot like an attempt at making him jealous... and it was working

• was it your way of letting him know that you two weren’t working anymore ? were you just too much of a coward to be clear about it ? he hated to think about you that way. and most of all, he cared about you too much to not step in

• « ok now you got my attention » he told you after pulling you to the side. « if you want to tell me something, go ahead, i’m listening »

• still trapped in the euphoria of the moment, you didn’t really understand how upset he was. but maybe it was for the best, because it allowed you to defuse the tension lightheartedly : « i can’t believe i forgot to introduce you ! » you let out as you dragged him back to where your brother was still standing

• his jaw still clenched, iwa couldn’t even bring himself to shake this stranger’s hand, as friendly as he looked. at least not until you spoke your next words : « he was actually telling me how excited he was to finally met his future brother-in-law ! »

• iwa’s lips slightly parted in confusion, you could almost hear the cogs turning in his head over the music. brother? well that explained a lot of things

• « h-hi, sorry i was... miles away » he apologized before finally shaking the hand your brother was holding out to him

• but once the surprise had passed, another word stuck with him : brother-in-law ? as in « my sibling speaks so highly of you that i’m willing to let you put a ring on their finger even though i have never met you yet » ?

• well, it was good to know that your brother agreed with the plans he’d had for you since day 1...

— AKAASHI

• it was not unusual for akaashi to think that maybe he was not good enough for you. but being actually jealous was a first for him

• he had promised himself to never be too overprotective of you. but the facts were here : it was 3am and the only thing keeping him up was this unknown feeling of pure jealousy

• if he had not been in such a hurry when he witnessed your lighthearted banter and playful fighting with this man in the afternoon, he would’ve come up to you. introduced himself. maybe asked a few questions. if

• suspecting that this unpleasant feeling would not go away unless he talked to you about it, akaashi found himself dialling your number in the middle of the night

• used to his thoughts polluting his mind at unpredictable hours of the day and the night, your ringer was always on. which is why you picked up after only two rings

• « hi angel, i’m sorry to wake you up, i just... » he started, the clarity of his tone letting you know that he had not slept a wink. feeling his hesitation, you were quick to reassure him « it’s ok keiji. what’s going on ? »

• « who were you with ? i mean- this afternoon ? i don’t think i’ve ever met that guy and i was just wondering if... maybe i should ? »

• sitting up straight on your bed, you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. if this was the only thing keeping him awake, he should be able to fall asleep in the following minutes. « i was with my brother. but i understand why you were confused, it’s a normal reaction so please don’t blame yourself for that, alright baby ? »

• the gasp you heard on the other end of the line made you chuckle. akaashi’s voice was much less tensed now : « well in that case, yeah i should probably meet him... if you’re ok with that »

• « i’m more than ok with that » you smiled, placing your phone down on your pillow « wanna stay on the phone for a bit ? »

• « that’d be nice », his voice sounded sleepy already, especially above the familiar sound of his covers being pulled up to his chin

— ATSUMU

• how could he put that in words ? he didn’t even know if he was allowed to be jealous because he knew how often you had to see him deal with his many fangirls

• and that was actually what bugged him the most : that he might have already made you feel as shitty as he was feeling now

• but atsumu wasn’t the type to sit down and seriously open up about his feelings. besides, it was much easier to look like a needy boyfriend rather than a vulnerable one

• so he resorted to what he was best at : physical touch as a way to get your attention

• sneaking up behind you, he didn’t give you any warning before wrapping both his arms around your waist and pressing his chest on your back so much that you almost had to bend over

• he really hoped you would be perceptive enough to understand that he wasn’t just being clingy, but in need of a lot of reassurance. and luckily, it was quick to come :

• « tsumu, let me introduce you my brother » you chuckled, understanding how and why he had been mistaken

• one hand still on your waist, he used the other to greet your brother. atsumu did not really seem fazed by the news. of course he was relieved to know that he had nothing to worry about, but this little experience had still been very eye-opening to him

• after your brother had left to give you two some privacy, tsumu’s grip on your waist tightened, but in a softer way

• « ‘m sorry if i ever made ya cry » he let out, completely out of the blue. you didn’t really understand the meaning of this, but it didn’t matter. your hand found its way to his cheek that you brushed lightly with one finger, admiring the how it was slowly turning red. « being jealous sucks... » he added.

• « it does », you approved, giving him a quick peck on the nose. « but there’s nothing and no one that you should worry about, i promise »

• a fond smile lit up his face. you looked sincere, and he really needed to hear that right now. quick as ever, his hands left your waist to come and rest on your cheeks. both holding each other’s faces, you stared at the other for a few seconds, wondering which one of you would give in to a kiss first

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shadow of a thought - c! wilbur

summary; you were always a passing thought. even if you were his kid.

genre; teen! reader, parent! wilbur, angst, brother! fundy, idk who hurt me to make this, fish hybrid! reader, no happy ending bc im a bitch

word count; 1.02k

[lowercase intended] [gender neutral reader] [platonic]

a/n; let’s not talk abt the fact that i love hurting myself emotionally- shhh i wanted to write something like this for a while anyways, enjoy this angst while i tie up my hands from posting my techno draft.

ngl, this isn’t that good. at least for my standards-

you were born probably a year after fundy. so you were younger, though not by much but fundy usually used it to his advantage during petty fights. fortunately and yet unfortunately, you never spent that much time with your brother. despite being semi-aquatic, you much preferred staying in the water than being on land. it didn’t mean you never went on land, you just really liked how peaceful everything was underwater.

but of course living underwater came with a price. you were harder to contact unless you have your communication on you, you could literally be anywhere and no one would be able to find you, and you never had many friends. you had your grandpa phil, uncle techno and ranboo despite them living much farther from you. they were probably the ones that visited you the most.

but before those three had got on the smp, you did have fundy and wilbur. keyword: did. once the war of independence started, there was a rift in the family. wilbur wanted to protect his kids, but he only took fundy into the walls of l’manburg. you were left in the outside of the walls, forced to be under dream’s rule. 

you can remember how dream had held you captive for a while to bait out wilbur, and yet, you heard nothing from your father except radio silence. that hurt you to say the least. you think that maybe he just didn’t wanna risk anything. you tried to convince yourself that he would come get you.

that was a lie. he didn’t come get you. you stayed captive in dream’s hands for who knows how long, you didn’t even know. dream eventually let you go, soon realizing that wilbur wouldn’t get you. you always wished that you met your mother at least once, you’re sure that you would get along so well with her than you would with your father.

then the war was over, l’manburg was free. at least for now it was. wilbur and fundy visited you though it wasn’t as often as it used to be. it was bitter, knowing that wilbur and fundy were busy with their lives. but as long as they were happy.

there was a time where you tried to live in l’manburg, maybe you could spend more time with your father and brother. it didn’t work. you felt more alone. everyone on land was friends, and they had their respective roles in l’manburg. you only had yourself. you didn’t stay in l’manburg for long, especially after you heard about the election. 

you never really like partaking in things like that, it always seemed to tear others apart from what you learned. the rift in the family was already big enough, you didn’t wanna make it any worse. 

manburg was now the new country, tommy and wilbur got banished out of manburg and now they had nothing. you offered to help wilbur and tommy, only to be met with “how do we know that you’ll be good at fighting? all you did was sit back in the last war.” you never really expected wilbur to be so blunt in the last sentence, you couldn’t even be mad because he was right. you could’ve helped but you didn’t and now you pay the price.

you were radio silent for a long time but it seemed like no one cared to ask you about it. not like anyone cared anyways. you didn’t mind, wilbur was busy planning to take back manburg for themselves. technoblade was new to the server and on his trips to get resources, he had found you. you two became friends, you weren’t sure how it happened but techno seemed to tolerate you and that was enough for you.

techno visited much more, he told you, “you’re better company than tommy. plus you can help me get a trident.” you were just happy to make a friend. you never talked too much, scared that you would spill out your troubles to him. he told you a bunch of stories though, some about greek mythology, some about history, some about your father and tommy. hearing the stories about your father always made you sad because techno talked about him and fundy and not you. did wilbur never tell anyone about you? you didn’t wanna know that answer but it already seemed so clear.

and soon, the revolution came, you saw the destruction and the downfall of manburg. you saw withers, unfortunately you had lost a life due to them. techno had found out, apologizing for it. you reassured him that you were fine. but then came the news that your grandpa phil had killed your dad. you were devastated. so much for trying to be there for him. he was gone and now he was ghostbur. a ghost that didn’t even know any bad memories. you met ghostbur and you had never felt so hurt. the ghost version of himself was better than the alive version of him. he actually visited you, he talked to you. you weren’t just a passing thought. but you knew, you knew that this was really your father once he had asked who you were to him.

“you don’t remember me?”

“i’m really sorry, but i did loose a lot of memories after i died! i have a memory book, remembering everything i can right now!” he held up the small book, soon listing some of the things on it. “...and like fundy growing up!” and yet he never remembered you growing up. it’s not like he even saw you grow up since he was so busy protecting fundy.

“y-yeah, that’s understandable. i’m y/n.”

you went to techno and phil after that conversation. you felt so forgotten, so left out. you wonder what you did to deserve such a thing. to be forgotten, to be pushed away and left out by your family. you were used to it and yet at the same time, the pain never ceased everytime it happened. 

“you know there was something that i think about,” you muttered. “it was never meant to be. i was never meant to be.”

[aerltarg]

Maybe this is a stupid question, buuuuut:

I just can't imagine a world that Rhaegar comes back from the Trident, wins the war and becomes king. No, I'm not a anti Rhaegar, matter of fact I like him very much, I'm just can imagine how would Lya, little Jon, this whole affair, would settle in the capital. The norm that fics (at least those I read) tend to follow is to make Rhaegar:

1. A douche, paranoid and destiny-obessed king.

2. Completely incompetent, aloof monarch, that deep down has a heart of gold, but can't really be understood.

I mean, isn't he supposed to be a scholar since he was a kid? What's are your thoughts about it?

oh, yeah, i can totally understand this! it's is the whole point in canon actually, "the wrong man came back from the trident". you would expect a hero win against his antagonist and have a happy ending w his lady love but it doesn't happen. instead the subversion happens to them with rhaegar being killed by robert who becomes obviously a shitty king and lyanna dying after him. they were never supposed to have happy ending, they were created as tragic and doomed and dead from the beginning for the whole plot to start, jon to have his parentage mystery and dany to take the passed baton as the last dragon, prophesied savoir and the heir who has to carry entire house on her back now.

as for the realistic rhaegar wins aus that's the difficult question. tbh we just don't know enough abt their situation, plans and wishes. you see, e.g. in agot we can be right in ned's head and see his motivations, what he was thinking abt, what he was planning, what he was hoping to do. but if his story was told the way rhaegar's was i bet he would have his own crowd of haters and ~intellectuals~ jumping out every two seconds w their "hot takes" how actually all hints abt what rlly happened (ned being a good man w his own sense of honour, justice and experiences affecting him and the deal w cersei's children) doesn't matter and he was an ambitious prick, planned to grasp the power by being joffrey's regent and make his daughter sansa queen. (you can actually insert there any bullshit and still don't reach the level of stupidity of such "hot takes" this fandom loves so much lmao). also he would be blamed to the hell and beyond for being too stupid and not foreseeing the future and actions of other ppl bc ofc after everything happened it's so easy to say what was so obvious to notice. also they would say that the deaths of his men and horrible fates of his kids are 100% his fault and even straight up say he killed them lmao. i can rant abt it for hours so yeah. this is a situation w too many unknown variables bc it depends too much on actions of too many characters we don't know enough abt. the only thing it's possible to tell for sure is the fact that there couldn't be any perfect solutions since things got too complicated at this point.

such fics as you've mentioned tho are just a part of this dumb fanon where rhaegar is "too prophecy obsessed"/"incapable of love"/shrodinger's rhaegar both smart and stupid at the same time/whatever/all of this combined lmfao. the man was notably intelligent from the early age as you've absolutely rightly mentioned, his guesses abt himself being tptwp have nothing to do w egocentrism as some parts of the fandom would want us all to believe unless he wouldn't be so reasonable abt it and later on, after so many years, wouldn't have changed his mind and thought his son could be tptwp.

and literally fuck all antis that think you shouldn't consider prophecies that hold real power in this fantasy world lol. you know, aegon the conqueror was said to be motivated (or at least partly) to unify westeros by the prophecy and still got the treatment of perfect/maximum close to perfect figure of a leader everyone should look up to from the narrative and grrm. prophecy obsessed much, huh? i don't even talk abt all these parallels between him and rhaegar grrm put there not for bitches to ignore them completely! and i will never get tired of reminding that dismissing prophecies is UNWISE for targaryens of all people. the house whose story is built on the dream of young daenys and her father aenar that listened to her despite common sense (or what local "anti magic"/"anti prophecies" clowns consider to be common sense). targs would be as dead as the rest of dragonlords if not for daenys the dreamer. who else in the world has as many reasons to take prophecies seriously as them?

yet antis out there act as if rhaegar is one dimensional weirdo whose every character trait is abt mf ~prophecy obsession~. like how can they miss one of the main points so badly?? the game of thrones distracts ppl from the real danger beyond the wall, yk, the one rhaegar was aware of and meant to deal with. there wouldn't be such a problem if he became king and had as many years of head start before ice zombies apocalypse as ignorant bobby b did. rhaegar had to die just for westeros to sink in shit and our main heroes to save everyone to make this story more epic LMAO

so yeah, too many ppl portray rhaegar as this one dimensional robotic creature without any knowledge of what feelings are idk even for what reason. it seems these ppl can't read for real bc rhaegar was not only intelligent af as well as dutiful ("it seems i must be a warrior" but "he loved his harp more than his lance") but also. ugh emotional?? my boy had constant emo sessions w brooding at ruins of summerhall, sleeping out there beneath the stars all alone and writing songs that made all women cry. does it sound as someone who "isn't capable of love" lol? folks act as if he was completely heartless from the day he was born (bc he didnt play w other kids ig??) but in reality their emotional range is less than the one of a spoon in comparison to rhaegar's lol. i'm not even gonna address the horrible attitude of demonizing him for his implied depression, vile clowns never listen to themselves when they talk abt targaryens and their "madness".

tldr; these fics are mostly lame af and suck at characterization if they're making rhaegar like that lol. anyway his character isn't abt being a good or a bad king, it's abt being a would-be-king for characters in books and readers in reality to sigh over his tragic aura and pretty aesthetic abt how it could've been. however, grrm clearly doesn't write rhaegar as evil or incapable as some parts of the fandom would want to try to persuade others. realistically speaking in the scenario where he wins there couldn't be any perfect decisions but it's a territory of speculations on thin air and lit nothing more since canon doesn't provide us with enough information to rlly theorize anything instead of building biased headcanons some ppl call "analysis".

but remember what barristan said about rhaegar while practically watching him all his life, from a literal baby to the man grown:

“I know little of Rhaegar. Only the tales Viserys told, and he was a little boy when our brother died. What was he truly like?”

The old man considered a moment. “Able. That above all. Determined, deliberate, dutiful, single-minded.” (ASOS, Daenerys I)

“Prince Rhaegar’s prowess was unquestioned, but he seldom entered the lists. He never loved the song of swords the way that Robert did, or Jaime Lannister. It was something he had to do, a task the world had set him. He did it well, for he did everything well. That was his nature. But he took no joy in it. Men said that he loved his harp much better than his lance.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

[mariesocuniverse]

Relationships: WayV

MaeKun

if it werent for the the laws of ncity he wouldve asked her to join wayv and stay in their dorms

Since they don’t live together or are part of the same unit they don’t really spend a lot of time together but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t want to be with Mae

Large parent/protective older brother energy

not as protective as 127 hyungs but you know

Yeah she’s a menace when she teams up with other WayV members but she doesn’t clown him as much as they do it’s cause she saves that energy for doyoung lmao

mae claims she visits the wayv dorm for him but he’s 50% sure she’s just there for the animals

the other 50% is because she wants him to cook for her which he does even if she doesnt ask

hes like those parents who insist on giving you leftovers to bring home to your family

he taught her to do magic tricks bc she was insistent on wanting to learn at least one

okay but honestly she thinks he really cool despite all the clowning she does to him

like singing? dancing? cooking? visual? magic? and he can fly a plane????

one of the reasons she has high standards ngl

MaeTen

ten has unofficially adopted her whether people like it or not

he has fought with taeyong and doyoung about it she is his baby

if mark and johnny are his brothers, mae is basically his younger sister

if you look at his photo gallery he has a folder dedicated to mae and mae only

any photo or video of them together is basically ten clinging to her like a koala

he looks at her like she put all the stars in the sky but the same goes for mae

she has admitted in an interview that ten is one of her role models because of his talent and work ethic

whenever she needs help with dancing he’s one of the first people she asks

xiaojun once asked him who’s his favorite between yangyang and mae and you could see him malfunction for like six seconds before jokingly scolding him

“yah how could you ask me that type of question?”

fun fact! ten was the person she asked to go with her when she got her first tattoo!

he arranged the appointment at the place where he got his and held her hand when she was getting it

Lowkey considered getting matching tattoos but never really took the time to think of what tattoos they’d get

MaeWin

another top ship among czennies

these two are so soft for each other omg

just one glance at the two and you’re already melting

You can see Yuta screaming about MaeWin whenever the group is together and they’re interacting

And if you can’t see it you’ll probably hear it

MaeWin: casually talking

Yuta: is this what heaven looks like

MaeWinMark is just yuta’s weakness and he doesn’t even bother to hide it

Okay back to MaeWin before I get ahead of myself and make an entire post about Yuta and MaeWinMark

If they’re gathered in a large group their interactions aren’t really noticeable unless you’re actively looking for it

While the others are talking you can just see Mae playing with his hands or winwin giving her a soft smile while patting her head

They talk more when they’re either in a small group or just the two of them

MaeWin shippers were devastated when they got separated so when nct 2020 happened they went feral

Every once in a while they go out for hotpot and talk about what has been going on

LuMae

this man right here

they first met when she was visiting NCT U dance practice for BOSS with food and she heard him from the hallway

its one of the reasons why she wasn’t intimidated by him even though hes a giant

she was excited to see what kind of energy and personality he would bring to nct

and she was not disappointed at all

personal hype man

whenever they’re on a variety show together and mae is asked to do something he just yells “FIGHT HAEYADWAE”

of course the same goes for mae but less loud bc last time she kept yelling she lost her voice and couldnt talk for the rest of the show

He just has this energy where if he’s hyped up about something she feels energized to be hyped up well so you just hear the both of them cheering loudly

its always interesting to see because you just see a gentle giant cheering loudly with this smol girl next to him trying to match his energy

he always makes sure she’s comfortable when they’re at a schedule

like we know how he’s really silly on camera but he’s also very observant and caring

one time mae complained about how her feet hurt from the heels she was wearing so he just picked her up bridal style and walked to the van without a word

XiaoMae

They’ve heard abt each other from Kun and ten and greeted each other when they passed by each other in the halls but they never really had a chance to grow close until nct 2020 happened

Mae wasn’t in the Make a Wish unit so there weren’t a lot of chances to get to know each other while promoting either but it doesn’t mean they’re not friends

ten also hogs her attention when she visits the wayv dorms but we dont talk about that

these two arent as close as the others but not to the point where they actively avoid each other

whenever they’re together they just vibe

theres no awkward silence or small talk they just talk about random stuff

“no lucas, i dont hate xiaojun hyung we just dont hang out as often as we do”

“yes hendery we do have each other’s numbers we just don’t talk often”

WayV is lowkey tempted to lock the two of them in a practice room together and do a vlive to see what’ll happen

prime candidates for “It’s Awkward but It’s Okay”

their dynamic is kinda DoRen where they pretend to be awkward around each other as a joke

like they went out together once and everyone as excited bc omg they were interacting

XiaoMae shippers are starved for content and will accept any crumbs that come their way

HenMae

the duo people didnt know they needed until they met

its not like people didnt want them to become friends its just that theyre energies match well

these two are such a vibe

you know how there are ppl who don’t see for long periods of times but you still want tackle them in a hug whenever you meet? yeah its like that

kun sometimes wants to separate the two bc of how much chaos they cause together

they’re the duo where they think something is a good idea at the time but ends up as something bad at the end

kun has banned the two from the kitchen bc of a fire they started

HenMae shippers are thriving because of all the stories of the dumb shit they’ve done

lowkey considered doing a series together on nct daily but then the channel stopped uploading vids so it was never mentioned again

one time he was on call with his sister when she walked in and accidentally mistook her as his gf and now they jokingly have each other as bf and gf in their phone contacts

ten nearly had a heart attack when he saw the contact name pop up and mae picked up the call

 yangyang has the whole thing recorded on his phone and refuses to delete it

MaeYang

(A/N everytime i see this gif i need a moment to pause and try and remember my ideas cause my head goes empty when it comes to yangyang)

okay if HenMae are chaotic, MaeYang are worse

kun doesnt need to dye his hair gray bc of all the stress these two cause him

czennies thought they didnt interact much bc of different schedules and groups but once nct world happened they changed their minds

MaeYang slowly climbing up the ranks of nct ships

during one of his lives yangyang mentioned how he spoke a lot with mae and that she wanted to add him to the 00liner gc

czennies lost it that day bc 1) holy shit theres a 00liners gc and 2) why tf hasnt yangyang been added into it yet

insists that she calls him oppa/hyung even though theres only a one month difference between them

Mae and Yangyang: whispering in the corner of the room

kun: theyre either talking shit about someone or world domination and i cant tell whats worse

he tried teaching her some german once and she now knows like three sentences

“Hallo, Ich bin Mae. Was geht ab? Mir geht’s gut.” (A/N this is the outcome of my three years of german lessons everyone)

and basically all the swear words but we dont need to talk about that

haechan jokes that he’s stealing mae away from the dreamies so he wont be the maknae in wayv 

[artistconk]

The one who stayed AU

-Wilbur and Techno are twins, with Techno being 2 minutes older. Wilbur is Phil’s favourite. Wilbur and Phil often leave for long periods of time, leaving Techno to raise Tommy. 

-This leaves Tommy with very anarchist views. He’s also able to work for himself instead of stealing, and good with swords. He’s also terrible at being alone.

-One day, Philza and Wilbur leave to create a nation, they call it L’manberg. In this nation, is Wilbur, Philza, Tubbo, Niki, Jack Manifold, Eret, and a boy that Wilbur adopted named Fundy. The country is a Communist Dictatorship, Wilbur being the President, and Philza being the Vice-President. [This idea is credited to @beeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaans ]

-They fight for the independence of this nation, and get taken to a small room, where Eret says she has things to help. At this time, everyone other than Phil has 3 lives. Phil is at one.

-Eret betrays them, all losing a cannon life, other than Phil, who is ushered out by Wilbur so he can live.

-Upon seeing this Massacre, Phil grows tired. He duels Dream one on one for independence. They use bows, the first to kill the other wins. Phil wins this duel, taking Dream down to two cannon lives. L’manberg gains independence.

-They live happily for a while, but after a few years, Wilbur confides in Phil  saying he feels that no one listens to him anymore. Phil suggests that it’s because he was not democratically elected, and suggests they hold an election. Wilbur agrees with this idea, and they start a party called POG2020. This stands for the Politicians of Gaming.

-Upon hearing that Phil and Wilbur plan on rigging the election by being the only running party, Quackity runs for president, with his running mate, Georgenotfound. They create a party called SWAG2020. George figures Philza and Wilbur will win, as they’re beloved by the nation, and sleeps through any and all important events. This includes when Endorsements occur, and both Schlatt2020 and Coconut2020 become parties. 

-Quackity, desperate for power, and seeing that Phil and Wilbur are most likely to win, forms a coalition party with Schlatt2020. This Coalition government wins the election by 1%. Phil and Wilbur are exiled from L’manberg. They form a commune called Pogtopia. Worried about Schlatt and Quackity’s government, they call Techno and Tommy for help. 

-While being exhiled, Wilbur loses a second cannon life. He and Phil both only have two.

-While Techno and Tommy aren’t the biggest fans of the two, they give them a chance. I mean, they want to destroy the government, right? What could possibly go wrong?

-They grind, Techno and Tommy provide the revolt with supplies.

-This is where Tommy meets Tubbo! Tubbo is an undercover spy for Pogtopia. After Wilbur and Phil were exhiled, Schlatt welcomed Tubbo into his cabinet, hoping to influence his young mind into being like him. 

-When Tubbo and Tommy meet, it’s great! I mean, a friend their age? Fuck yeah! Technoblade is the only one who notices their friendship. Wilbur is busy going insane and Philza really couldn’t care less about Tommy. [Talk abt a shit parent amirite] [Idea from @strawberrylemonz ]

-Tubbo, instead of picking up Schlatt’s ideologies, picks up Tommy’s! He feels bad about having to help reinstate the previous government, however. Tommy and Tubbo are really close!

-Tommy teaches Tubbo about his spy towers! They’re well built, hidden towers, that are hard to recognise unless you know exactly where you’re looking, So far, only Technoblade can recognise them, however Tubbo slowly begins to recognise them too. 

-Wilbur is slowly losing his sanity, threatening to blow up lmanburg as more and more people join pogtopia. It gets to the point where the only people on Schlatt’s side are everyone on his side in cannon.

-The day comes, and Techno and Tommy bring the group to a vault. There is enougn supplies for everyone to be fully stacked. 

-They go to war, Schlatt fuckin dies of a heart attack, you know how it goes.

-Phil goes to make a speech of how he’s proud of everyone, but especially Wilbur. He doesn’t even mention Tommy and Techno. This makes them slightly angry, but it’s nothing they aren’t used to by now.

-Wilbur comes up on stage, and he hands the presidency to the son whom he is so proud of, Fundy. Wait, another presidency? What the fuck? Didn’t they just overthrow the president? Are they fucking dumb? They just saw what power does to people.

-Fundy makes Niki his vice, renaming POG2020 to Coconut2020.

-Wilbur leaves, and Fundy gets on stage to make a speech. Tubbo silently mutters apologies to Tommy, and promises he will be on their side no matter what, and that he isn’t happy about the government either. 

-Phil notices Wilbur’s departure, and follows him. He finds him in the button room, about to press the button. Phil attempts to convince him not to. Think of all they’ve built together. Wilbur laughs, and asks Phil if he ever notices his other children. 

-Techno and Tommy rage. How dare they build a government in front of us? Everything they just fought against? Did they not see how much effort the two had put into helping their revolution. Had their own family just used them as tools? Lackeys to do the dirty work? What the hell? They begin to build a wither. Fundy and Niki attempt to convince them not to.

-Wilbur presses the button, blowing up L’manberg. 

-This makes Tommy and Techno overjoyed, once again proving that power corrupts. They release the withers, forcefully take the items they grinded for, and leave. Tommy offers to take Tubbo with him. Tubbo declines, saying he knows they’ll rebuild, and it’s best to have a spy on the inside, just in case. Tommy agrees, and they part ways.

-Wilbur begs Phil to kill him. It’s what everyone wants, right? He just blew up their home. Phil, in tears, obliges, taking his final life.

-Tommy and Techno retire to the antartic, creating the antartic commune. They decide that until necessary, they’ll retire. They build a cabin together, and Tommy builds another spy tower in the hill. Techno builds his wither skull vault, in case of emergencies. 

-In rebuilt L’manburg, there are wanted posters of Techno and Tommy. No one seems to have noticed Tommy and Tubbo’s friendship.

-Dream starts to put input into L’manburg. Hey Fundy, why is Phil still here? He killed Wilbur. Exhile him, or I build this wall higher and higher.

-Phil gets exhiled. He realises that Dream had him exhiled because he just never seems to die, and he’s pretty strong, isn’t he? Phil uses this time to debate on him killing Wilbur. He sees that he should have killed him anyways, and that he could not be helped. Phil works on mindless tasks, and Dream visits him daily, secretly blocking other visitors. 

-Phil collects supplies to fight back to Dream. Ghostbur joins him, providing some angsty moments ;]

-Quackity, Fundy, Ranboo and Niki form the Butcher Army. They can’t have Tommy and Techno interfering with their country. They just had it blown up. 

-The Butcher Army track Dream’s footprints as he travels to give the Antarctic Commune a map to a woodland mansion. They get 2 totems each.

-Tommy and Techno now owe Dream a favour.

-The Butcher Army attack the Antarctic Commune, using Carl and a moth called Clemintine? Huh? How’d he get a moth? As leverage to get them to cooperate. [THE DISCS DO NOT EXIST IN THIS AU.] The two come peacefully. Tommy takes note of how Ranboo seems to not want to help the Butcher army.

-The Butcher Army give Carl and Clemintine to Tubbo, he seems as if he would be good with animals. Dream, who is one of the only people to recognise Tommy and Tubbo’s friendship, asks Tubbo to help him get Techno and Tommy out of L’manburg safely. Tubbo agrees, on the grounds that he is not caught, and his identity remains a secret. Dream agrees to these terms, and when questioned later, Tubbo tells the Butcher Army that Dream threatened him when taking the pets.

-The Butcher army attempt to execute Techno first, as they see him as the stronger one. He uses a totem, and Dream helps the two escape. Quackity gets angry, and the Antarctic Duo fight him, taking a cannon life. They leave for the Antarctic Commune, bitter about the loss of tools and armour, swearing to get it back. They are full of rage about being dragged out of retirement. 

-Tubbo talks to Ranboo, and confirms that he did not wish to be in the Butcher Army. They both visit the Antarctic duo, and Techno gives them both back their armour. The Antarctic duo offer to allow Ranboo and Tubbo to stay. Tubbo agrees, joining the Antarctic Commune. Ranboo does not stay, leaving to go back to L’manberg, and apologising for helping the Butcher Army. 

-Dream finds Phil’s secret supplies, and destroys it all. He says that as a punishment, he will be visiting less. Phil takes this as his time to escape Logstedshire.

-Phil turns up on the Antarctic Trio’s doorstep, apologising for being a horrible father. He asks for their help and for their forgiveness. The siblings agree to help them.

-Phil helps Tommy and Techno get their things back. Eventually, Ranboo tells them about a festival. 

-Dream blames Phil for blowing up the community house. He attempts to defend himself, and explains that Dream was watching him because he knew he held power. He says that L’manburg is his home, and that he built it with his son. He would not leave, even if his son was dead. Techno explains that in re-joining L’manburg, he will be betraying his two living sons. Tommy states that Ghostbur told him that he confronted Phil about his blatant favouritism in his final moments, and that if even Wilbur, in his final moments, while insane, can understand that Phil is a poor parent, then he should know this too.

-Phil is adamant on joining his Grandson in L’manburg. Fundy is happy, Tommy and Techno are NOT. They rage, explaining that if he would not understand that he was abandoning his children for this, then he will not get his home. Queue Techno screaming “I’M A PERSON” at Phil. Dream asks the Antarctic Trio if they would like to destroy L’manberg with him. The trio agree. 

-Doomsday comes, and L’manburg is destroyed. Niki an Eret join this destruction. [I’m not involving Fundy in this, as his character motivation is getting people to pay attention to him. Phil is paying attention to him] Fundy feels devastated about the betrayal. 

-Ranboo is invited to join the Antartic Commune once again. He accepts.

-Tommy and Techno relax, knowing that L’manburg is not coming back any time soon. They settle back into retirement.

-Fundy creates a town named Snowchester with Phil. They are a commune, and wish to declare independence.

-Tubbo starts making nuclear weapons, to provide the antartic commune with even more power. Ranboo seems worried, and his memory is deteriorating.

-Dream threatens Fundy and Phil, saying that he will hurt everyone they care about if they don’t fight him. They start grinding.

-Dream wins the fight, showing he isn’t even trying. He shows that hes always had the upper hand

-Dream takes all of their supplies. Phil reassures Fundy that they’ll be okay, and that he won’t let any harm come to him.

-Dream shows them the Vault. He explains that Phil brought L’manburg, and that L’manburg brought attachments, whether those be between people or items. He explains how he was going to use

-Phil explains that Dream has made a fatal mistake in trusting a mercenary. Punz comes through the portal, with the server. They take Dream’s belongings and Sam takes him to the prison.

-Wilbur tells Fundy how proud of him that he is, and that Phil is still a horrible father, and emphasises how much he has hurt them. This makes Phil realise his actions, finally. He tells Fundy that his siblings are planning on resurrecting him, using how Wilbur also brought attachments to the server to convince Dream to resurrect him. He tells Fundy to join the Antarctic Commune, and that they will forgive him. 

-Ghostbur dissapears, as making Fundy happy and standing up to his father was his unfinished buisness. 

[mable-stitchpunk]

Please rant abt fnaf interpretations I am, all ears

.I didn't expect such a positive response! 8D I got a few asks for them, and I'll see if maybe I can reply to a few of them with different interpretations...

...Also-

Let's begin with the rants. You might've seen some of these points before, but I'll bring them back up because I desire to.

1. The ghosts of the Missing Children are evil.

I don't read a lot of fanworks anymore, but I used to loathe when I would find those fics where the murdered children would be portrayed as vindictive little monsters who were going out of their way to ruin everyone's lives. Possessing main characters and forcing animatronics to go against their wishes to attack innocents for little reason.

I find this is the reason I also don't like the "animatronics are sentient and possessed by second consciousness" headcanon. Not all of them are bad, mind, you, but many of them eventually go the earlier route.

Why I hate this is because it's never a situation where we're being led to see the children as sympathetic, or corrupted by time, but a way to make the Missing Children less sympathetic to the audience. Or to raise drama by having a slew of ghosts who feel no sympathy and cannot be stopped.

Other versions show them as being especially bratty or excessively mischievous, which I just find a little annoying.

Funny enough, I don't think a child's soul going rogue is a bad idea. Such as in the case of Andrew, who I feel was massively underutilized. You can just tell when it is a pull to make the reader see in a specific direction. You can tell when there's a subconscious desire to make the murders seem 'not that bad'.

Also, the idea that the ghosts of dead children are evil because they're looking for justice for their deaths is kind of frustrating when so many headcanons try to excuse William's actions by suggesting that something traumatic triggered them.

Of course, in these cases the children are seldom actually looking for their murderer and instead are just circling around someone else.

...Oh yeah, and since we're on it-

2. William killed those children for revenge. (As a defense)

Specifically, when this is NOT used as a plotpoint, but instead used as a blame shield for William Afton. You can usually tell the difference by how the effect is cast on William.

If the tone is: William lost someone and then went on a kamikaze mission to ruin everyone's lives. Then typically it's fine.

If the tone is: William killed a lot of people- but he only did it because he lost his x! Then it gets frustrating.

It's the same boat as that Henry depression excuse, though it's worse in this case because William didn't just murder children, it's suggested that he hunted and tortured them, and then brought them back to continue making them suffer as animatronics.

3. William was a scientist.

Don't give him that much credit. This man didn't start doing science experiments until the plot got so elaborate that they needed to one-up him with himself.

4. Henry was a good father.

I absolutely loathe this one, because it hinges off of the novel's version of Henry, who actively abandoned one of his children to obsess on the other one. To the point of forcibly bringing them back without caring if the other existed- and then ditching that one too.

Sammy Emily does not exist to the FNAF fanbase. He's not a sympathetic character or an important character, he's just a plotpoint that's written out when it comes time for the big Shyamalan twist. He's pretty much totally ignored.

And by his father too. Henry never acknowledges Sammy, never cares about Sammy. He only cares about what happened to Charlie.

...But not enough to do anything about it.

Which is why I think a little acknowledgement that Henry wasn't great just because he died would go a long way. I won't even go into his more egregious actions.

5. Circus Baby's sexualization.

This is one actually backed by canon, but that doesn't make it any better. I hate the constant sexualization of Circus Baby... and especially the hypocrisy that surrounds it.

Let me give you one example of an event I had once.

When I was first writing CGHA and Mike and Mari got together, there were a lot of people who apparently missed the numerous references to the fact that Mari had aged in his many years as a puppet. This meant that Mari was now an adult, but they said since he died as a child that he is still a child. The word pedophilia was dropped a few times.

These are the SAME people who are all gung-ho about Baby dolled up in a sexy human body with skimpy skirts and long boots, dolled up by her daddy. But isn't SHE still a child?

Well, no... Because she's a bad girl, so she doesn't count.

Get off with that.

6: Vanny is in love with William Afton.

Unless we're talking Stockholm Syndrome, I don't think you're going to love a demonic entity possessing you and threatening to break your fingers if you do the wrong thing. I guess you can say that's abusive love, but like Joker and Harley Quinn, people somehow manage to forget that aspect.

I've gone into this before, so I'm not going to rant on it again. Largely because I don't know how FNAF will portray Vanny, and it's not above them to take inspiration from other sources.

Now, unlike some of these other headcanons, I THINK someone could actually write a story and make this work if they acknowledged that it was beyond "toxic". Vanny would have to be emotionally and mentally crippled to respond positively to such treatment, but it is possible if it was backed up with behavioral issues and a backstory.

You'd have to get on Silent Hill 2 levels of backstory, but it is possible if you want to go that dark.

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I think I'll end it there for now. I know some of these might be hot takes, but I'm just voicing my thoughts here. Again, not saying anyone's wrong for holding these interpretations, but I think they should consider why they hold them.

Because it looks to me like these are used-

1: To make this Missing Children Incident less severe. 2: To make William Afton more sympathetic. 3: To make William Afton look cool. 4: To make Henry a martyr in contrast with William. 5: To have a forced femme fatal. 6: To underplay how gross the possession aspect- especially when it is a middle-aged man in complete control of a young woman's body and actions.

...But hey! That's just me. Rant over, for now. XD

[bluebuckstallion]

the sun will rise again - mlp fic p2

part one contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! disclaimer: there is no transphobia in this fic lmao im not gonna write abt horse transphobia. this is a feel good. but cw for fear of outing (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!) paragraph one: The wind whispered lovingly, cooling little Big Mac and Applejack's drowsy heads. A time like this in a young pony's life can be very confusing, something the two of them had grown to be very familiar with. Applejack rested his backside against the trunk of one of his family's old apple trees, if they had no where else to take solace, at least they had the orchard and each other's company, he thought. It felt nice, having this little secret kept safe by somepony you knew would protect it, and who still cared about you just the same. "If nopony accepts us, at least we have each other. I don't care if it's just you and me, Big Mac, we'll be jus' fine." Applejack stated in a soft voice, breaking the silence. He was accepting of his circumstances, no matter how they turned out. As long as him and his sister ended up okay. And again, he was sure they would. Big Mac smiled and folded her hooves neatly, "Eeyup."

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Applejack worked his fluffy hooves through Big Mac's mane, doing his absolute best to make the fine ginger hair into a braid. He wanted to do something nice for his sister, something to celebrate her bravery and courage in realizing - and telling - Applejack, and he wanted her to feel nice in her own body, even if she couldn't change much right now, or for a while. No matter how small the act, Big Mac was especially grateful. Nobody had ever treated her like this, on purpose at least, like she was a mare. And every chance Applejack could sieze he would do just that, remind her that was what, *who* she was. "So, Big Mac, what do you reckon I call you now?" With that her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed, it caught her off guard. "Like...my name? I didn't know I could change my name..." she let out, slightly confused, a tender hoof raising to her chin as she thought hard. "Yeah!" AJ beamed, not straying from his tedious work. Big Mac, still lying down, started shuffling her hooves again. "Well... I always thought if I were a girl my name would be something pretty, which I mean, I am a girl and all, but I don't feel very pretty ever," she admitted disheartened. "You're plenty pretty! You're an Apple! You wouldn't say Ma or Granny wasn't pretty, would you?" Applejack pointed out, gesturing absentmindedly in the air with his hooves, then promptly returning back to his work, being sure to keep a steady hoof. "Well... Nope." Big Mac blurted awkwardly, pursing her lips. "But-" she began. "No 'but's'!" Applejack interjected, "You're an Apple, and a dang pretty one!" Applejack closed his eyes and lifted his head proudly, putting his non-dominant hoof against his puffed chest, "Look at me, I'm an Apple and I'd say I'm awful handsome, just like Pa!" he said with an endearing foal-like passion and certainty. He chuckled, his cheeks growing slightly cherry as he let out a tiny chuckle, and got back to his work, about a quarter way down the locks. Big Mac grinned slightly, "I suppose," and tapped her hooves together shyly, playing with the grass falling between them. "You know, I always did think my mane was a little long for a stallion," she laughed playfully, diverting from the subject and trying to reassure herself. She went to touch her mane, and was swiftly batted away by Applejack's quick hoof, "Nuh-uh Big Mac, I'm workin' here. Don't go touchin' it now," he said sternly but still non-maliciously. He just wanted it to look perfect for his big sister, he wanted her to be proud, and feel as pretty as she could. Applejack wanted to know how it felt to look pretty, too, but in the way he'd always dreamed of. He wondered often if he'd ever get the blessing of such a wonderful feeling. "Applejack, do you ever wish you were born a colt?" Big mac asked genuinely, still a little unsure of what Applejack was feeling, but knowing there was solidarity in it somewhere, she just had to understand it a little more. "Well - not really," Applejack spat out, his eyes looking away from his busy hooves, and quickly darting back to them before he drifted off in fantasy. He thought about it for a second, and still felt strange. "I wasn't really born a filly or a colt... or anything, I think, I was just born me. And I wouldn't really have it any other way. Sure, I mean, maybe I'd like shorter hair or somethin', or a uh," he struggled to find the words in his young foal vocabulary, "maybe if my nose was a little more colt-ish I'd be happy. But I think I'm pretty happy with me now. I do hope when I'm older my voice is a little better, though. I can't really do much though," he sighed dismissively. He continued, "I don't ever really feel too bad about who I am... I think I just feel happy about who I am. When I see myself as not a colt and not a filly, just a foal, a pony, it makes me real happy-like. But, I don't get too sad unless people are real serious about calling me a filly. I do get sad sometimes though, when I look too much like a filly to other people..." As Applejack placed an orchard blossom in Big Mac's hair, tucked snug and safe behind her ear, a thought went through Big Mac's head. "Applejack!" she jumped up, the rush of movement startling him, who was so concentrated seconds prior. "Let's give you a haircut! It'll be like how you braided my hair for me, we can cut yours!" Applejack nervously rubbed his elbow, then raising his hoof lightly beneath his muzzle, and he began to sweat. "Well, I, what if Ma and Pa don't like it?" Big Mac thought hard as Applejack grimaced, "Well, we can hide it with one of Pa's hats, an' I'm sure they won't mind," she suggested happily. Applejack considered briefly, just for a moment, the downsides of it all. He then immediately turned them all away and smiled so hard his eyes shut, stomping his front hooves against the ground up and down, "Okay, let's do it Big Mac!" As they galloped back to the barn, Applejack had suddenly realized he was so surprised with how much Big Mac had been talking, she never seemed so excited to talk about anything, and he realized how much this all meant to her. It meant a lot to him, too. Especially that his sister was so supportive while still knowing so little, but in her defense, he didn't know much either. It was a very special feeling, he thought to himself, very pleased. They skidded to a halt clumsily as they reached the doors to the barn. Foal-ishly peeking through the front windows, they realized it was only Granny and baby Bloom home, their parents must be out. They looked at each other, grinning, and cantered to the back, sneaking inside through the back door. When they made it to the bathroom, Applejack noted Big Mac looked a little worn out, wearing a tired look on her face. She figured all this chattiness probably made her sister a little exhausted. He shot a reassuring patended Sibling glance at her telling her all she needed to know, not needing words. Big Mac let out a gentle smile. She helped her little brother reach the cabinet above the sink, reaching the scissors that were so high up it took them both working together to reach. Applejack had a slight doubt in his mind, his parents probably didn't want him touching the scissors by himself, did they? But he had his big sister with him, and it had to be done! Nopony else would, and only they understood. Applejack balanced shakily with two hooves on Big Mac's back, warily reaching one back hoof up onto the sink, as he balanced with his two front hooves against the edge of the cabinet. He grasped the scissors between his teeth, and brashly jumped down, just barely missing a potential accident, even though they both knew better than to jump around with scissors, they threw caution to the wind regardless. Applejack happily put his front hooves on the rim of the sink, tapping them and bopping his little head, he looked at his big sister, who began working at his hair. Big Mac chopped with a great lack of care, playfully snipping one strand then the next. Applejack beamed the whole time, simply happy to have it happen, plan or not. Big Mac frequently spun around him, balancing on three hooves and sometimes getting in so close that she held his face with one hoof, his hair with another, and cut with the scissors firm in her mouth. Applejack's body relaxed completely and was kicking and rearing with every cut, wiggling and happily holding his front hooves together and constantly swishing his head from side to side to check how it looked, one side fell to his muzzle, and the other to his chin. He smiled bigger than ever before. With the final snip, Big Mac dropped the scissors carelessly to the tile below. She gently grasped Applejack's chin and turned her sibling's head forward to face the mirror, and his mouth immediately fell agape, his jaw slack, and his eyes slowly widening with the purest joy there ever was. He cupped his hooves to his mouth, removing them, turning his head to the side, and then fixing himself and putting his hooves to his open mouth once again. He felt a soft tug in his throat and his chest, and he couldn't control the watering in his eyes, "Big Mac!!" his voice cracked. "Yes Applejack?" the filly said apprehensively, fearing that she had done something wrong. "Oh Big Mac, oh my gosh I love it so so much!!" He bucked and whinnied, spinning in circles, his once-flowing tail too short to trip over now, and the euphoria of it all was the most overwhelming emotion little Applejack had ever felt. The tugging became so immense he couldn't ignore it, and he acknowledged it by leaping onto Big Mac with a hearty hug, squeezing her tight as his little arms could, and he rubbed his muzzle into her neck. Big Mac politely pushed her hoof between her neck and AJ's hoof, making sure he didn't squeeze too tight, struggling slightly to breathe. This foal was definitely a strong one. "Thank you so much big sis!!! I feel so great!!" he neighed, stepping back, one hoof raised wiping his immense wave of tears. The feeling of euphoria shot through his body in a rush, showing itself in the form of a tiny but powerful hop, as he lifted his legs into the air and threw them around. Applejack rushed back to the mirror, urging Big Mac to come look as well, as she didn't quite see herself yet with her hair "done all proper-like." Big Mac's face became pale, as she felt the rush of a thousand different emotions. The paranoia became astounding again, what if she didn't like how she looked as a filly? What if she still didn't feel right? What if it wasn't - Her thoughts were abruptly cut short by Applejack tugging her over, knowing her sister just sometimes needed a push in the right direction. "Lookie Big Mac!!" he placed his arm cheerfully around her, wrapping it over her back. Big Mac's eyes were glued shut, and she only bashfully peeked one eye open because curiosity would've ate her alive otherwise, and deep down she knew she had to see herself eventually. She uncovered her hoof from her eye, and opened both of them slowly. Her mouth opened ever so slightly, and she wasn't even aware she had stopped breathing, her eyes fluttered up and down the braided locks, along with her heart, and her eyes landed on the blossom in her ear. She couldn't speak, her throat clogged up from such elation. She felt the choking once again, but it wasn't like before, this feeling was quite welcoming actually. It rushed from her throat up to her head, and took her breath away. The sobbing ebbed at her cheeks right away, and she turned to look at her brother. As they spoke with lack of words, they stared with inordinate graditude. As Big Mac smoothly turned back to the mirror, Applejack stomped all his hooves again, one after the other with no apparent order or care, shaking his head in a frenzy as his ears twitched and he smiled a mile wide. He finally felt *pretty.* Big Mac watched herself adoringly, for the first time ever, and felt this acceptance and understanding of herself coursing through her veins with a confidence she'd never had. She blushed, and her ears fell downward, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Applejack," she whispered softly, as if she were too worried the world would hear her secrets. Applejack peered closer with wide, curious eyes, "Yeah Big Mac?" he whispered back. "My name.." she mumbled. Applejack raised his eyebrows, captivated, as Big Mac slowly lifted her hoof to the blossom behind her ear. "Blossom?" Applejack stated inquisitively, before Big Mac could shake her head AJ corrected himself, "Orchard Blossom!" he exlaimed, leaning back and jumping in the air, "Oh big sis, that's so pretty!! I love it so much!!" Orchard Blossom nervously gestured for him to keep it down, as he was prone to being unaware of his volume control. Applejack embarassedly covered his mouth with a shy smile, "Oops, sorry big sis." he cleared his throat, "Orchard Blossom!!" he yell-whispered, the excitement shining through him, he stamped his tiny hooves and clapped them together in celebration. "That's so pretty, Orchard Blossom!" Applejack told her earnestly, loving the new name. "I don't think I want a new name, but I'm really happy ya found one you like!" "Orchard Blossom, Orchard Blossom, Orchard Blossom!" Applejack repeated, playfully prancing in circles, excited by the sight of his short tail, he spun even faster. "What's all that commotion in there? Applejack? Big Mac? Are ya in there?" they heard through the shut door, hoofsteps gradually approaching, painstakingly slow but steady. Both of them felt their hearts drop from their chest as they froze, unable to even fathom moving. How would they explain any of this? Applejack hurried to clean up desperately, brushing the hair together with his hooves, coldly sweating from his brow as he frantically hurried to remove any evidence. He stopped mid-sweep to quickly shove his father's hat on his head, which slumped immediately and blocked his vision. "Oh dangit Blossom, Pa's hat's too big! I can't see!!" Orchard Blossom was still unmoving, sheer panic stopping her very breaths. Applejack felt the tugging in his throat rise up again as he began whimpering.

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vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned... 

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra) 

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus 

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government 

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin 

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos 

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts 

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways) 

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that) 

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good 

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint) 

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman 

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times 

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3* 

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?  

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there 

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet... 

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited  by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought] 

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here 

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted 

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...? 

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues 

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left 

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there  

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls 

lot more artistic than he seems 

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes? 

[miami2k17]

Yeah I agree with you. Like even if you are not into gcest it’s hard not to notice that Noel wrote not a few but a lot of post break up sad songsin the last 10 or so years. They can’t be about his current wife, they are together. He didn’t write songs like these after break up with Louise or Meg so I don’t think it’s about them or any of his ex girlfriends. Unless he had a secret gf/bf it leaves only 1 logical suggestion

yeah i think most of his first two albums were about liam, some of which was left over from oasis i think which is why it's written in a more positive light lol. but even when you look at songs like dying of the light or you know we can't go back that are looking back on it in a sad or even hopeful-for-the-future way, these newer songs are different. they're, at least to me, clearly drawing some kind of line to say that he's over it and he's thriving where he's at without liam/oasis.

sail on, flying on the ground, if love is the law, a dream is all i need to get by, keep on reaching, be careful what you wish for. most of wbtm basically LOL. these all range from being about simply letting it go, acknowledging it was love once but now he's done and moving on to greener pastures, to super scathing and a little mean. i think he is either finally over it and starting to move on completely and he's in his Final Fuck You era, or he's just putting on a front and pretending like he's over it and trying to be mean on purpose. which he does love to b doing wbk.

sail on is a song i think he wrote first and foremost for himself, i think he's writing about his experience of leaving something that he really loved once, doing his own thing, and having the freedom that came with it. he's mentioned that a big part of being solo that he values is just the artistic/musical freedom, and THIS,

to me seems like he's referencing what it was like for him at the end of oasis when he just wasn't happy anymore, he wanted that freedom, and eventually he just had to leave, it was just time for him and liam to seperate because it wasn't working anymore. so when he eventually got fed up enough and worked up the courage to leave, he did. this is also echoed in the chorus,

at that point oasis and their fans were his whole world. he had never been a musician outside of that before. his main point of recognition for the whole world was him in oasis, but he still had to leave because he just didn't belong there anymore.

if u would like to read more lyrical analysis bullshit abt those post breakup songs theres more under the cut because i have a lot to say after only having my cat to talk to about it all these years

and as for why i think that the more nasty n mean songs like be careful what you wish for or keep on reaching could possibly not be genuine, there's a few reasons. 1. he's been beefing with liam a lot more publicly in recent years, since these songs started coming out, and liam has said and done (whether you believe it was warranted or not) some atrocious shit to noel and his family and i think this may just be noel's way of getting back at liam for it, or at least his anger coming out in his writing and 2. he's still writing nostalgic pining lyrics like dead in the water, although he hasn't done anything like that in a while.

also you do sometimes get the vibe that he's genuinely hurt by everything, especially what liam has done recently by just completely burning those bridges by being a complete lunatic, in songs like a dream is all i need to get by, which does give me angry vibes but also

like this literally just sounds like he's asking why liam threw that love away and what we had together all those years ago, because as he's said in interviews he will never forgive liam for what he's done and whatever was there is gone. i mean he did it first technically but he's a known narcissistic insane person so i am not surprised he blames liam for all these years later finally exploding and acting out really badly in a serious way after years of being taunted by noel and his wife. "i hope that you can walk it like you talk it son" clearly just him saying i hope you meant what you said cause i'll kick your ass, it reminds me of that interview where he says when he sees liam, he'll make him realize it's not just banter LOL. and then again, the dream is over, whatever they had or possibly could have had is gone 😔

so. yknow. who really knows. maybe he is really moving past it finally and we won't get any more indirects about liam from his music. which would make me very sad because i love picking their music apart, it's been my most entertaining hobby since i was in middle school 😭 but! things are so bad right now for them it's for the best. it isn't gonna get better, ever, and they likely will never speak again. i truly believe that. dragging it out forever isn't good for either of them and it certainly isn't good for the people around them.

but anyways i'm rambling all this is to say i think sail on is about liam/oasis because it's part of this ....idk. new ...wave of songs he's writing about finally moving on. maybe he means it, maybe he's so fed up with liam these past few years that he's faking it until he makes it, i don't know. but it is probably the healthiest choice to let it go LOL