It was the only way to start it. The resistance in Nassau is now underway.

I know various people have talked about how insular people around here are but like. we need to actually incorporate this fact into our behavior, and change it. and what I mean by this is. people who aren't online all the time have an extremely different perspective on almost everything we take for granted here.

like. my parents watched Sherlock. they enjoyed it a lot and my mom still makes jokes related to it without any irony or self-loathing. to them it was just. a fun detective show, a modern take on an old story. watch once and move on with life. she and my dad didn't spend several years knee-deep in navel-gazing meta that ruined it for everyone so now they can't talk about it without feeling like everyone's going to judge them for ever liking it in the first place.

partially this is a function of a lot of people here being teens & kids when it came out, but we (my parents & me) were adults. I was having a good time in fandom and look back on the 2010s pretty fondly while a lot of people here are still going through the process of hating their past selves, and you tend to project that onto the things you used to like. I did that too. and then I came around to forgiving & loving my past selves--all of them--which is why I have no problem admitting to all the things I loved in the early 90s & early 2000s but would have had a hard time admitting to 15 years ago.

but it's not just that. the weird refusal to pretend certain things never happened--Harry Potter. a smaller example, Firefly. etcetera. people think if you even mention HP at all you're automatically terf? like...if you go into the outside world, I'm sorry, but JKR's shit beliefs are not common knowledge. and like it or not that book kinda changed the world. and not all for the worse.

(I will NOT go off here on why Joss Whedon seems to get a pass for Buffy & Avengers but someone mentioned a bad thing about Firefly and now we can't talk about it at all--not to mention that it's apparently still okay for him to actively profit off of his work--but. that's off topic.)

(for the record my views are thus: neither of these creators should get any more money or attention as creators, but we shouldn't pretend that the stuff they made had zero effect on us as a culture or as individuals.)

this isn't really about any of these pieces of media specifically, it's more like. this weird insular culture that believes certain things are common knowledge and therefore if you ever talk about them except for in the Approved ways, You're Bad. it's not healthy here and it's not healthy if you ever plan to have a conversation with any living human.

I'm tired of like. if you post a gif of the wrong show you're cringe. if you reference a the wrong book you hate queer people. if you quote the wrong show you're racist. no matter what the actual gif or quote or reference is. it's not like that outside the internet and on the internet it feels like walking on very stupid eggshells.

I know how we got here but it's dumb. the past happened. it wasn't always perfect but we were still part of it. if we erase it we'll never learn from it but we'll also never get comfy with good the ways it shaped us.

we're so busy molding ourselves into a perfect future that we don't realize that the imperfect past got us here in the first place. let it exist. in all the ways it was.

So now that the show is over, I want to talk about some of the theories I had while I watched the show, mostly during season 2, as well as just cool ideas I thought of because... why not.

The main one I had come to me during the temple episodes. I wondered; ‘Who built the temples?’ I noticed that each temple is tailored to each of the girls, to challenge them, to teach each of them a lesson. The amphibian scripture almost... knows them, knows what they need to hear. Almost as if... it was them that wrote it.

Yep, that’s right it’s a time traveling theory. Picture this; In the first timeline The Calamity Trio lose. Andrias and The Eye Beast (who’s name we didn’t even know yet) win, and undo The Prophecy (whatever it is), Amphibia and Earth are both ruled with an iron fist, you know existence is plunged into eternal darkness, you know standard villain stuff. The girls are now far older, and somehow manage to time travel back in time, but they over blow it and are thousands of years in the past and construct the temples and etch into them lessons that their future younger selves will hopefully learn in time and not suffer the same fate. And ultimately, they do.

Another theory of mine was that Anne, Sasha, and Marcy weren’t the first humans to be transported to Amphibia. There was an original trio of humans which harnessed the power of the gems. They are brought to Amphibia by the same prophecy, harnessing their colour powers within the temples constructed by Anne, Sasha, and Marcy respectively (the inverse of the Sashannarcy getting their powers drained). The OG Trio unite against The Eye Beast (let’s call them The Night, because that’s what everyone theorised their name was).

The Night is an ancient cosmic evil, a darkness from the void of space, there are many stories of where it came from, how it came to be; Some say it’s one of the gems; The Strength, The Heart, The Wit, and The Soul. Some say it’s the void of nothingness the gems came from, it believes that nothingness is its domain, and when the gems came into being, they became something, they filled space that wasn’t there’s. Some say it is a being from a different universe, an unnatural growth that has no place in our world. Some say it is a collection of Amphibia’s greatest minds enshrined within a supercomputer. Who’s to say. No one knows.

The OG Trio defeat The Night, or so they think. In fact, a small piece of it survived and came into possession of a family of scientists, the Leviathans. They study it for further purposes.

The years roll on the Trio grows closer to each other and enjoy the peace. I think it’d be cool if the Trio was pulled from different times, from times of great distress. They decide to stay in Amphibia rather than struggle in their own times (I think there’d be some really interesting interplay between people from different times). Anyway, Pink and Green convince Blue to help them reopen the portal to their times and decide to bring their people to Amphibia, to give them a new peaceful home.

The Leviathans believe that the humans are beginning to take over and rally their amphibian followers to fight back against the incoming humans. A war breaks out between amphibians and humans, which leads to The Trio killing Andrias’ parents while he’s still a child as he watches on. The Night convinces Andrias into hating humans and the gems. It turns out that The Night had been manipulating the Leviathans and Green and Pink into war. And turns the Trio against each other. Ultimately, Blue is the last one standing, having to kill their friends, and they just choose to waste away alone.

Before we knew who they were I predicted that Andrias’ friends were Barrel (which came true) and a Plantar ancestor (also true) who was the woman responsibly for creating the Frobo robots, by studying Marcy’s ancient technology of the temples The Calamity Trio created.

I also thought the gems were going to imbue the girls with different powers. Like The Strength gem can grant powers over gravity, and super strength. The Wit gem can grant super intelligence, the ability to read minds, and control others’ minds. The Heart gem can grant the ability to heal, and undo corruption, bring life to plants and other lifeforms, it is said that the wielder’s words can melt the coldest heart.

Since Sasha got her own weapon in the form of Barrel’s Hammer, it almost seemed like the Hammer reacted to her, the writing etched into it glows pink once Sasha lifts it while her pupils glow pink. I thought it’d be cool if Anne and Marcy got their own weapons. I theorised that Valeriana’s Shepard’s Crook was going to be inherited by Anne. And maybe like a Bow and Quiver for Marcy because of that stone mural of the girls fighting the huge frog.

Also, for season three I theorised that after Marcy was taken over by The Core, they and Andrias would have a really tough time trying to hunt down Sasha and the Wartwood resistance, so Darcy tips off Sasha’s spies with false info. Sasha organises a rescue mission to save the imprisoned Marcy, not knowing it’s Darcy. Marcy doesn’t know either, there are large chunks of memory missing for her and has no idea about The Core. All she can remember are eyes, and a voice, that she thinks she can sometimes hear it in her head. All she knows is that it hates them. Marcy and Sasha get closer, they bond over their love of Anne and the guilt they feel for betraying Anne. (Maybe a kiss or two). Once Darcy finds out where they are they enact her plans. I think it’d be fun if The Core struggled so much to find the rebellion because Wartwood is such a small and insignificant village so that it doesn’t even show up on the maps. The Newtopian army attacks, decimates Wartwood, Sasha faces off against Darcy and loses, but Darcy can’t bring herself to kill Sasha, almost as if Marcy is still in there, so instead Darcy just takes her prisoner.

Okay, so I don’t know how to end this so........ poopie!

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I tagged 300 of my posts in 2022

#animorphs - 201 posts

#andalite - 51 posts

#andalites - 33 posts

#not animorphs - 23 posts

#ax - 21 posts

#tobias - 19 posts

#visser three - 16 posts

#yeerks - 15 posts

#long post - 15 posts

#marco - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#guaranteed all 17000ish yeerks in that pool were taught to hate and dominate and they could have been different if they'd been raised better

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Had a dream where they tried again with the Animorphs TV show, and they made the following changes:

1.) Tobias is just never on screen in bird morph unless it's stock footage. When everyone is in the barn or outside talking, they just look up off screen/into the rafters/ into the conciently placed tree while the Tobias voiceover plays. The bits where Tobias attacks people from above are done with a muppet and fishing wire.

2.) Ax is actually a tiny puppet touched up with CGI and greenscreened in. Same goes for all the other Andalites.

3.) Rachel isn't tall. She's actually only a little taller than Cassie and Marco. She still complains about being too tall for Gymnastics to Melissa, who is an inch taller than her.

4.) Rather than age the characters up to fit the darker themes of the series, they cast a bunch of 14 year olds and then reduced the stakes and focus more on the kids hanging out. They just randomly run into Visser Three at the arcade and the amusement park and at school a lot.

5.) They have a real tiger, and try to find as many excuses to show it off as they can. When they can't figure out a reason for Jake to be in tiger morph, they come up with other ways to shoehorn it in, like the zoo thought it was okay to take a tiger to the mall for people to pet it.

6.) They finally have more than one Hork-Bajir costume to use, but they only have one Taxxon, which is played by two guys crouched under a long worm costume like a Chinese New Year parade dragon.

I think that's all I can remember.

208 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#4

If you acquired every animal you have ever touched on purpose in your entire life, what would be the coolest thing you could morph into?

Mine would probably be a nurse shark or a boa constrictor. The snake was from when a reptile specialist brought it to my middle school and let us pet it. The shark would be from a Pet The Shark exhibit at an aquarium.

Not gonna lie though, my favorite one (not the coolest, but definitely the most sentimental value) would be the tiny stingray I was friends with when I was 6.

217 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

#3

Idea: The Animorphs get sent back in time because Ax was fiddling with the radio in Cassie’s barn and accidentally caused a Sario Rip. The Animorphs encounter their past selves. The past Animorphs are convinced the future Animorphs are actually Evil Animorphs (tm) from an alternate dimension. Except Cassie, who has a Timey Wimey sense, and Ax, who simply asks the other Ax <What happened this time?>

236 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#2

I can't tell if I shared this here, but...

[SCENE: Somewhere. JAKE and TOBIAS are waiting for the other ANIMORPHS to arrive.]

Tobias, seeing an approaching osprey: <You've got incoming. It's an idiot.>

Cassie, playfully: <Thanks Tobias. I love you too.>

Tobias: <Oh shit! Sorry! I thought you were Marco.>

Marco, flying in from another direction in his osprey morph: <This is why I keep telling her she needs to get her own bird morph! Merchandising is never going to go for it if we share morphs.>

Tobias: <And there's the idiot.>

242 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Imagine going to a supermarket and finding a Taxxon with a shopping basket hanging off one arm and the Taxxon is weighing five different cantelopes with its other arms.

That is the world I want to live in.

266 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

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idk if my request went through cuz my internet went weird just now-- but anyways, could I perhaps get a soft corpse x reader in which they're all playing among us and Rae or Sean invites (y/n), who none of them have every heard of, and she's just very shy but has an adorable childlike voice, and is an incredible imposter? Like she's just super convincing just like corpse, and can tug at the heartstrings with her voice? thank you!

spell. | corpse husband

part two ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Fandom: uhh youtubers? idk

-> Genre: Fluff, Crack

-> Warnings: Cursing

-> A/N: hi it’s a long overdue corpse fic :) it’s not the absolute best and for that i’m super sorry i’ve just got to get in the groove of writing for him!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

You were never one to enjoy the spotlight. Instead, you were often found in the background of things, just observing the extroverts who managed to get themselves in the middle of everything.

You had a nerve to admire them- their ability to just get out there and show their true selves, despite so many people watching their every move. Just the thought of it made you shudder. Yet you couldn’t help but also be rather envious of them.

Them, in question, being Sean McLoughlin.

You weren’t quite sure how you became associated with Jacksepticeye himself, choosing to focus on the present and future with your friend rather than dwelling on your past. He was just Sean, your internet friend. And also Jacksepticeye- a famous youtuber with millions of followers.

Sean was who you aspired to be in life. Outgoing, happy, out there, everything positive in life that Sean had, you wanted.

He’d confided in you often about how nervous he’d get before streams or videos, fearing that he’d say the wrong thing or upset his fans, but he still put on a brave face and went out into the chaos. That’s what you admired. His ability to conquer those anxieties.

You wished you could do that. You were simply too nervous.

Which is why when Sean facetimed you one night- morning, actually, seeing as it was 3am in California, where you were- asking you to join a game of Among Us for one of his videos, you adamantly refused.

“Why? Please, Y/N, we need one more person.” Sean begged, “It’ll be me, you, Felix, Ethan, Corpse, Julien, PJ, and Dave. Not everyone’s playing today, it’s a smaller crowd.”

“But it’s still a lot.” You groaned, “I don’t even know them. I just know you.”

“They’re nice! You literally watch their videos.” He argued back.

“That’s the point, Sean! They’re famous, I’d just be some random chick in the game that everyone asks where the fuck she came from.”

“No, you’ll be the girl that everyone adores. Now get on, we’re playing in ten.”

You sighed as the phone hung up and turned on your computer. A Discord invite was waiting for you- Sean must have invited you for you to talk to everyone as you played. You accepted with shaky fingers and put your headphones on, pulling up Among Us and typing in the game code.

“Hello everyone- wait, who’s pink?”

“She’s a good friend of mine,” Sean explained to Felix, “Say hi Y/N. We’re streaming live right now.”

“Hello,” You couldn’t help the meek tone in your voice, smiling shyly as if you were actually on camera. “Wait, you’re streaming? Sean, I thought you said it was a recording for a video.”

“I, well. It’s a video all right.”

The group laughed, but you stayed silent, fixating your attention on a lower voice that chimed in at the end.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Corpse.”

“The King of Imposters.” PJ joked, making Corpse laugh.

You giggled a bit, “Hi…”

Felix gasped. “Corpse, her voice is like, the total opposite from yours. Her’s is so cute.”

Corpse laughed as well. “Agreed. I like it.”

As the game loaded, your heart practically dropped.

Imposter.

As if your nerves weren’t bad enough as they were. But, on the bright side, you were with Sean as the other imposter. At least it was someone you knew.

You both split up, you heading towards Electrical. Corpse and Felix were close behind you, Felix following you into the room while Corpse left. You pretended to do your task for a minute before moving to your left a minute and killing Felix.

You rushed out of the room and then headed to Navigations, making sure to avoid anybody who could have seen you leave Electrical. A few moments later, a body was reported.

“Where was it?” Sean asked Julien, the reporter.

“Electrical.”

“I saw Y/N go in there with him at the beginning of the game.” Corpse joined in, “I saw them as I was going to the Reactor.”

“I was in Electrical with him,” You admitted, still acting a bit shy. What could you say, deep voices and new people made you nervous. “But after that I left and went to do my task in Navigation. Felix was still alive and there when I left.”

“Did you pass anyone sus on the way there?” Sean asked.

“No, if they came in after I did it must’ve either been from the other way or after I was already in Electrical.” You started picking at your nail polish- a habit of yours when things got a little overwhelming.

“So you’re saying that it could’ve been from the direction Corpse was in?” You could hear the smirk in Sean’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Why are you so quick to throw me under the bus? I’m just a crewmate.” Corpse questioned, “You’re pretty sus if you ask me.”

Sean scoffed, “I’m just inferring that the culprit came from your direction. Never in my words did I say it was you. Sounds like you’re getting a little too defensive for someone who’s ‘just a crew mate’.”

“Uh, guys,” You quietly spoke up. You didn’t expect anyone to hear you, but Corpse and Sean immediately quieted down at your voice. “I hate to interrupt, but we’ve got to vote. I don’t want us to argue…”

Sean laughed. “Oh little Y/N, you’re too sweet. I’m skipping this round.”

As you voted to skip as well, your stomach clenched when you heard Corpse quietly repeat “Little Y/N”.

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

“It’s Y/N, I’m fucking telling you! Y/N!” Julien was practically screaming at this point. You tried to stay calm, focusing on keeping your voice steady.

The group had been calling you cute and adorable practically all night, so you were seriously about to put that to use.

“I was in Medbay with Corpse, isn’t that right, Corpse?” Your tone was sweet and slightly flirty- hopefully he’d get the hint.

Corpse hesitated for a millisecond- long enough for your breath to catch, but short enough for nobody else to notice. “Yeah, she was with me.”

“She was with you after she vented there!” Julien cried, “I can’t believe this- she killed Ethan and vented away right as I went into the room! You all are fucking nuts if you don’t believe me.”

“I don’t even know how to vent…” You murmured innocently, but in reality you were smirking. Julien was definitely telling the truth, and you were internally beating yourself up for letting yourself be so reckless after a kill, but nobody was seemingly buying his story.

There was only you, Corpse, Julien, Dave, and PJ left. Sean was voted off after fucking up his alibi, leaving you alone with the rest of the group.

Corpse sighed. “You all heard the girl. She doesn’t even know how to vent.”

“Wh- she just fucking vented!” Julien exclaimed, “Corpse, man, she’s got you under some fucking magic spell if you can’t see all the evidence. Guys, back me up here.”

“She’s sus.” Dave admitted, “And Corpse defending her makes it even more sus.”

“The spell she tried on him obviously got the best of him. I say we vote Y/N.” PJ agreed.

“There’s no spell, guys, oh my God.” Corpse laughed, “I just don’t think it’s her. I’m skipping.”

“I can’t believe you guys don’t believe me!” You whined, deciding to go further with your emotional tactics, “I’m literally about to cry. It’s not me!”

And yet, despite your protests, Dave, PJ, and Julien all voted you out. Crewmates had won the game and you were giggling nearly like a maniac as everyone gushed about how you did as an Imposter.

A bit later, you had to say goodbye to your new friends and face the reality that their fans would definitely find who you were by tomorrow. Or like, in a few hours, because it was already 4am. Corpse was in California as well, wasn’t he? He should be getting some sleep too, you thought. But maybe sleep schedules were different for Youtubers. You didn’t know.

You pondered the thought for a moment before the notification sound for Discord alerted you of a new message on your phone.

Corpse:

Just letting you know, your voice definitely had me under a spell. I’d like to hear it more often

hello, are you still taking the short prompts? may i request for one where married wangxian met their younger counterparts during the study in Cloud Recesses? Maybe wangxian tease their younger selves and how their younger version and other disciples react to their arrival and to the teasing? Thank you!

"He looks almost... protective." Nie Huaisang observes to Jiang Wanyin and Wangji has to agree. His older self does seem to have an air of protectiveness about him.

He feels his fingers twitch when Wei Ying leans forward to study his future self, absolutely brazen and with no regard for personal space. The man who has accompanied his future self has the same air of mischief as Wei Ying does and seems entirely too amused.

Wei Ying is grinning, his expression inquisitive as he reaches forward and, much to his dismay, pokes the strange man's cheek.

The man laughs and his older self doesn't seem distrubed. Jiang Wanyin makes a noise of disgust but Wangji doesn't look at him. He wants to reach forward and snatch Wei Ying away.

"Wei Wuxian!" The Jiang heir snarls.

Both Wei Ying and the stranger look up at them. Something in the stranger's expression shifts, becoming a little more distant.

His future self glares.

Glares. At Jiang Wanyin.

Wangji knows himself and for him to openly express any sort of disdain for anyone is... quite telling. The expression is subtle enough that it escapes everyone notice. The stranger just huffs in amusement and nudges the older Lan Wangji with a smile.

That smile is familiar.

"What, Jiang Cheng? He doesn't mind! Tell him, Mo-quanbei!"

Mo-quanbei looks at Wei Ying with an expression of gentle reminiscence but there's something almost like... regret underneath it all. "No no, I don't mind at all!" He assures with a grin that's, again, strangely similar to Wei Ying's.

Jiang Wanyin stalks forward, his face lined with fury, "Just because people tolerate your-"

Lan Wangji smoothly steps before Wei Ying, blocking Jiang Wanyin's path.

"Aiya, Lan Zhan!" Senior Mo protests and Wei Ying seems baffled, peering around Lan Wangji to meet Wangji's gaze in question.

He has no explanation for his older self's behavior.

Jiang Wanyin seems torn. This Lan Wangji is their senior and obviously a very accomplished cultivator. His companion seems equally accomplished, though his air is certainly not as grave or weighty. He seems almost like Wei Ying in his playfulness and manner of speaking.

And they both seem to have some sort of bond with Wei Ying.

Wangji can't help but step forward, drawing everyone's attention towards him, "It is best for us to remain separate." He says, "Knowing too much of the future may cause unforeseen problems."

"Unlikely." Lan Wangji says, gently steadying Wei Ying as the boy attempts to peer past him. There's a slight spark of amusement in his gaze as he brushes Wei Ying's shoulder and fixes his hair.

Wangji struggles to contain his shock and fury. Who gave him the right to touch Wei Ying so brazenly? Like Wei Ying was his to-

"It is likely that the timeline has already split due to our presence here." Mo-quanbei says, shooting an amused look at Lan Wangji. His older self doesn't react, keeping his eyes on Wei Ying as the boy stares back at him in shock. "Whatever you learn will only help you."

"There are some things I would like to prevent."

"Lan Zhan!"

"Must protect Wei Ying."

And just like that, Wangji's entire perspective of things changes. He meets Wei Ying's gaze, who only looks at him once before turning away.

"What do you mean, protect him?" Jiang Wanyin demands but Wangji is already putting some pieces together. He sees how Lan Wangji keeps tracking Wei Ying's movements. How he stands between the boy and everyone else at all times.

Something happened to Wei Ying in the future.

He can't help but take a few steps forward, "We will protect him." I will protect him, he means to say.

His older self looks at him directly for the first time and there's an odd gentleness to him. His expression is ice cold but he seems more settled, content. "You will fail. At first."

Wangji feels his heart still for a small moment before it starts racing, "Fail?"

"Aiya, Lan Zhan, be gentle." Mo-quanbei says softly before moving around his future self. His smile towards Wangji is softest, most loving expression he has ever faced, "Don't worry too much, little Lan Zhan," Wangji is a bit too mesmerized to protest but Wei Ying does so on his behalf, "Just be who you are deep inside and everything will work out."

He doesn't know what kind of expression he wears because Mo-quanbei sighs and turns around to look at his older self, silently communicating.

Wei Ying is looking at him, his gaze sharp and contemplative. His eyes flicker towards his older self and he leans forward, expression curious once again, "Are we friends?"

Lan Wangji glances at Wangji before turning to Wei Ying, "He isn't worthy of your friendship yet, Wei Ying."

"Lan Zhan!" Mo-quanbei protests and his older self doesn't waver.

"But in time, he earns his place in your life and is your most trusted companion."

Mo-quanbei huffs, "If you're going to be mean to my Lan Zhan, I'm going to be mean to your Wei Ying."

Wangji feels rattled and meets Wei Ying's wide eyes helplessly. "You need to stop needling him." Mo-quanbei says, waving a finger at Wei Ying. "Be gentle, stop teasing him so harshly."

"But Wei-xiong teases everyone." Nie Huaisang says, "That's just his way of showing affection!

Wei Ying, oddly enough, straightens and focuses completely on Mo-quanbei. "He hasn't had anyone like you in his life. Sometimes you need to change your way of acquiring friendships, Wei Ying."

"Why does it matter?" Jiang Wanyin protests, "Lan Wangji hates him! Wei Wuxian should stop bothering him."

"No."

"No."

Wangji looks at his older self, surprised to hear an echo of his denial.

"Never hated Wei Ying." He says and his heart aches when Wei Ying looks at him in surprise.

His older self nods, "Never." He places a hand on Wei Ying's back and starts guiding him away, "We must talk."

Wangji makes to follow them but Mo-quanbei smiles and guides him away, "We are with me, little Lan Zhan!" He says cheerfully.

The story that follows makes his heart race and gut twist in fear.

"Wei Ying," He breathes when Mo-quanbei reveals who he really is, "You-"

"Aiya, don't worry too much. Just work together and I am confident you'll succeed!" Wei Ying pats his cheek and Wangji remains utterly still, soaking in the warmth of the man's hand.

Wei Ying expression is so full of love, Wangji can't help but lean into the palm a little, "Are we... friends?"

Wei Ying laughs, "Ah, Lan Zhan," He reaches up and tugs meaningfully at his forehead ribbon, "We are much more than that."

He swallows, struggling to deal with the flood of elation and nervousness sweeping through him.

When they rejoin the others, he can't help but seek his Wei Ying out. Silver eyes meet his gaze for a moment before flicking away.

There's an enchanting little blush riding high on Wei Ying's cheeks.

'Much more than that,' He thinks, feeling an odd flutter of hope in his chest, 'Wei Ying.'

(this turned out to be a little softer and less teasing. I always imagined that WWX and LWJ will be very kind to their younger selves, knowing what kind of trauma they're about to face.)

time travel aus, amirite? since we’ve all decided to start talking about our ideas, i thought i’d throw my hat into the ring. i’ve actually had this idea for a while, i just wasn’t sure what to do with it because i barely have the patience for one-shots, let alone the continuous plotted longfic this would need

it’s not my idea, of course, i’m incapable of original thought. it’s based off this can-i-really-call-it-a-genre-if-it’s-two-fics-with-the-same-premise where some combination of maedhros, maglor, elros, and elrond land in the blessed realm before - even the unchaining, in my take, when the ambarussa are still children and the world is blissful. it’s more specifically my take on this fic, which takes elrond and elros from very early in their captivity and maedhros from just before the silmaril theft and maglor from several centuries into the second age. i just plugged my own characterisations into it, and, uh. the specific setup this not-genre uses is that maitimo and makalaurë *~mysteriously disappear,~* throwing their extended family into chaos, blah blah blah, and then a few decades later -

well. with my characterisations, we have a nightmare hellbeast who’s burned up everything he used to be in singular pursuit of an unreachable goal and has carved his very self into a weapon, a completely drained beaten-up husk barely cognisant of reality past the screaming in his mind who’s so utterly broken it’s debatable if he even counts as an elda, and two extremely young extremely traumatised children in a completely unfamiliar land- and skyscape whose only adult they can maybe-kind-of trust is currently bleeding from the eyes and shrieking wordless notes of utter despair

yeah, this au’s Fun. elrond and elros have maybe eight words of quenya between them, most of which are obscene, maedhros will act completely normal until he suddenly stabs himself in the arm because can’t this stupid hallucination end already, he has a character arc to tank, and maglor seems completely unaware he’s not still on the beach having the same cyclic arguments with the ghosts of the people he failed. the elves of valinor aren’t completely unprepared to deal with this, at least not the ones who remember cuiviénen, but it’s still a massive shock to see two of the children they came to the land of the gods to protect twisted and scarred like the worst victims of the dark. especially since noone can figure out why

so yeah. i have trouble finishing oneshot collections, so i doubt i’ll ever write this out in full, but i do have a lot of Scenes. fëanáro staring in utter horror at the oath, whispering ‘i made this.’ elros and elrond’s somewhat hole-filled explanation of their backstory devolving into a sindarin argument, and when the family asks tyelkormo what they’re talking about he freezes before saying ‘they’re arguing about whether maitimo killed their mother.’ the moment maglor finally managed to get through what happened after they got the silmarils to maedhros, who immediately switches from off-the-cuff self-harm to well-planned suicide attempts. the five-minute period the family hellspawn’s working theory was ‘they’re maitimo and makalaurë from an alternate universe where we’re evil’ (‘is there an evil version of me??? does he eat kids???????’ - tyelko) finwë going full bulldoze taniquetil in the background. fun times, might write some snippets in the future

but i like to think through the mechanics of this kind of time travel story too much, so i started wondering where maitimo and makalaurë, yanno, went. i quickly came to the conclusion that they probably swapped places with their evil future selves, giving me three time travel aus for the price of one! technically four but (a) i’m not sure if or with who the twins would swap and (b) if they did their alternate selves are probably having a really bad time and i don’t particularly want to think about it. the stories maitimo and makalaurë are in... they’re not necessarily any happier, but they are a lot more wtftastic

maitimo falls asleep under the light of the trees, on a relaxing retreat from the demands of court life and family-induced disasters. he wakes up in a world that’s almost completely dark, surrounded by plants he’s never seen before and wearing clothing designed for a much warmer climate, the scent of death in the air. now permanently separated from all his old problems, maitimo rapidly acquires several exciting new ones, including but not limited to:

everyone he ever loved being dead or worse

the lone possible exception, his last surviving little brother, being an almost unrecognisable blood-drenched kinslayer who hates everything in the universe especially himself

said blood-drenched kinslayer almost immediately imprinting on him like a grouchy murderous duckling

his future self having apparently wanted to kill even more people, why

getting dogpiled by like thirty dudes in full armour the instant they showed up at the army of the west’s camp to surrender

getting soul-scanned by eönw two minutes later. not fun

arafinwë pulling him into an enormous hug and then bursting into tears

the subsequent explanation as to just what happened to him and his brothers, which somehow got worse after he’d already thought they’d hit rock bottom like four separate times

proceeding to lose a staring contest with findaráto

the way everyone in camp looks at him like he’s an incredibly dangerous wild animal that might bite at any time

how if half of what arafinwë said is true he can’t even blame them, fuck, fuck

the twin half-elven(?????????????) princes he and his brother apparently kidnapped and held hostage for years, inflicting unimaginable cruelties as far as anyone knows

his first meeting with the kids happening when elrond broke into where they were holding maglor to scream at him in very loud very fast very angry sindarin for like half an hour

maglor just staring at him, eyes wide, ears pinned back, the whole time, and then trying to maul the first guard who mocked him for it

getting saddled with kinslayer containment duties in the aftermath of that whole incident

elrond punching him in the collarbone when he tried to apologise, shouting ‘you weren’t there, don’t you dare try to tell me what it was like’

elros’ visible half second of pure terror after the blow hit home

elros then using recognisable techniques from maitimo’s debate team circuit during a speech to the edain

like, clearly some shit did happen, but it’s obviously not what the local leadership’s afraid of

this sour-faced scar-covered warrior slipping out of the shadows in an unpopulated part of camp, kneeling before him, intoning ‘the swords of the host remain at your disposal my lord’ and then immediately vanishing

he didn’t recognise them until after they’d left but they were definitely one of his philosophy club friends, what even

just generally having woken up in a future a thousand times worse than his darkest nightmares

his natural instinct is to try and fix things, but how?? what’s even left to fix????

maglor sometimes goes into these unhinged desperate spiralling rambles directed at the older brother who exists in his head rather than the one in front of his eyes. whatever’s left of maitimo’s biggest little brother is clearly in so much pain

all the things he’s trying extremely hard not to think about because if he slows down enough to he’s pretty sure he’ll collapse

all the people he’s never met who hate him for pretty understandable reasons and whose social structure he now has to learn to have any hope of making it out of All This

the edain’s collective insistence on calling him pasthros

curufinwë isn’t even a hundred how does he have a kid

makalaurë, on the other hand, wakes up on a beach beneath a giant glowing orb. finding himself in a land so much barer than what he knows, among people whose souls don’t even work like his, his initial working theory is he’s been abducted by aliens

I think there's a very cool lense we can view Venom Snake's story from which can be divided into 3 parts (SPOILERS FOR MGSV)

WHICH ARE;

A) The Trigger: The event that set the character's journey in motion

B) The Crusade: The most important part of the character and the one where we derive the most MEAT from

and C) The Inevitable Demise

now, there is a character that can mirror Snake using this lense

and thats none other than good ol Bats

now this seems rather completely random and out of left field but allow me to elaborate;

A) both characters were set off by events outside of their control (Bruce's parents dying, and Venom's identity being taken away)

B) both characters are trapped in an endless war without end against an enemy that will never cease while imposing bright ideals upon their inner selves to retain their sanity in the never ending conflicts

and C) both characters have their ends set in stone from the day the trigger was set off, call it destiny, call it bad luck, they're gonna fight till the inevitable loss comes to them

whether that loss comes in death, or complete failure, is up to interpretation

but I digress

to add to their fates being set in stone tho

Batman always knew that he could never be batman forever

yet in say, TAS, we never see him hang up the cowl EXCEPT in a flashback showing his complete and utter defeat and betrayal of his own ideals when he uses a gun to stop a criminal

while Snake? well, just look at The Boss as an example

she carried enough loyalty and willingness yo die for a government that didn't deserve her purely for her ideals

and Snake's the same in a way, he's haunted by the ghosts if a past that no longer exists and is goaded by the demon of Big Boss' (embodied in the demon Snake visual)

and yet, he let's saves Quiet, he tries his hardest to save Eli despite not knowing his reasons for hating him unconditionally, he let's Huey live despite his atrocities

and in his final scene, an interpretation which I hold fondly, is that by shattering the mirror with his twisted reflection, he's rejecting everything Big Boss stands for. For the sake of his own ideals. Even if it means his untimely death in whatever the future brings. Because that is the future he chose. And the one he's willing to die for.

TO ADD TO THIS;

I'd like to talk about one extra example to this 3 bullet analytical lense which I also hold very fondly

now allow me to prefice by saying THEMATIC SPOILERS FOR VAGABOND since real spoilers don't exist its a real story everyone knows

Sasaki Kojiro's arc is (opposite to musashi's) about chasing the THRILL of life, whether that be in WOMEN or the SWORD (sword is war for venom!) and he chases that thrill with any way shape or form he can muster without caring for his own well being

and Musashi's arc is about STOPPING this cycle and instead giving life to the world through farming and all that boring jaz and thats WHY Kojiro must lose to Musashi

his way of life isn't wrong, but it's one where his ending was set in stone the day he chose the path of perpetual torment (much like Venom Snake and Batman!)

AND WE NEVER SEE HIS ENDING BUT WR KNOW IT (HE DIES) BC THE SERIES IS UNFINISHED IDK IF ITS INTENTIONAL OR NOT BUT ITS COOL AF WITH THIS INTERPRETATION SO IT DOESNT MATTER IF IT EVER ENDS OR NOT SINCE ITS ABT THE JOURNIES NOT THE DESTINATIONS AND I LOVE IT ITS SO COOOOOOL

Thank you for reading this. I hope me babbling about stuff I like raised your opinion even slightly for anything I mentioned. 🥲👍

Even more details about the Eggman of my casino au (guess that's what we're calling it) because I have so much I want to share and I can't hold it back any longer! You can see the rest of the info I've shared of it so far here.

So in this post, I mentioned he has a golden tooth and how there's a story behind it that he doesn't like to tell. Well, he lost it when he was punched in the face by someone he wronged in the past. It was so fast that he couldn't defend himself and his perfect set of teeth got ruined after decades of taking great care of them. He won the fight but was heartbroken by his loss. He quickly had it replaced with real expensive gold so he still had something to show off and he's never gone too far without bodyguards nearby ever since.

Like main universe Eggman, he can actually fight and he's just as strong. It's even rarer for him but when he resorts to it, he's brutal and people regret underestimating him. That's how he made it out alive after the situation where his tooth was knocked out. He wears golden knuckle dusters to make his punches stronger and brings them to dangerous places at night so he's always prepared. He also keeps a gun on him and it's pink OF COURSE dhbdfbdsjsgd

Although his intelligence isn't widely known in this AU, he's much smarter than people think. Just like main universe Eggman, he uses it to be sly and cunning. That's why he makes so many smart business moves and is so successful. Even on the occasions that people know a bit more about him than the general public and have speculation or insight into his ulterior motives, they still can't turn down his business offers because they're just too good.

No one that knows him merely for his casinos has any idea what his true goal is because he's great at hiding it. His extreme narcissism is obvious because he's so full of himself and he slaps his pink logo on everything but it doesn't stop them from visiting his casinos and bringing in money. They think that's all he does it for because he doesn't hide his greed with the way he finds every opportunity to capitalize and flaunts his wealth. While it is something he's always after, it just plays a part in something much bigger.

The truth is, he wants power and world domination just the same, only his biggest internet and strategies are different than the main universe Eggman's. He also has more patience for it to be a steady long-term process as he builds his way up with his secret operations. As for what he runs beside his casinos- I have the ideas but won't share them until I've got more of the details down. Until then, they'll have to remain a secret to you too. XD

Like I mentioned briefly in my other post, he's great at sugarcoating and sweet-talking his way into getting what he wants. He can lie his way through everything and play up a convincing act. He also knows how to work up the charm to be extra persuasive. The more gullible and vulnerable the person is, the more he can take advantage of them but he's good at outsmarting anyone. He can always trick or persuade them to work with him but it's not guaranteed to end well.

Although he's aware of the risks from a lot of experience, he remains certain and daring enough to try regardless, so he never feels fear or holds back because of it. There's no challenge too great for him and he's determined to do whatever it takes to get what he wants. Even if that means working with people he hates, doing certain favors for them (and vice versa), or even threatening and forcing them to obey him and do exactly as he says.

Most of the unlucky instances where it's ended with trouble were his fault because of the way he talks behind business partners' backs. Not everyone keeps their lips sealed about secrets he's shared and shit he talks like he hopes and some have overheard him too. Even while making deals and planning work, he scowls and sticks his tongue out at those he hates every time they turn away. He also whispers about them to Orbot and Cubot and laughs about how foolish they are for thinking it's all genuine.

He's very flirtatious with many of his male clients/customers/business partners as a part of being persuasive and so he can get extra special perks in the deals he makes with them. Sometimes he only plays it up until they've shaken hands on it and get to work but it can escalate and lead to flings if they pursue him during the time they're working together. I love how this was already guessed before I even shared it but I suppose it was obvious since I love it when he's such a tease lmfao

Like main universe Eggman, he likes to be independent and free so he's not interested in commitment and is never too serious with them, he just wants to have fun until the dealing is done. Most of his partners understand this but a few hearts might get broken because how couldn't one get attached to such a handsome and interesting man? Or they get pissed off or fall out with him due to his trickery but he teases them like "But you still think I'm sexy, right? >:)" and they hate it, especially if they still can't deny it!

Also, while main universe Eggman is a vers/switch too, this Eggman is actually primarily a bottom/sub. Have fun imagining how that might be until I finally share the details on one of my future blogs that are coming very soon lol

He used to refuse to disclose his sexuality but people quickly realize he's not straight with the way he boldly shows attraction and flirts with guys that are working with him, either as partners or guards. He later became open about it and wears pride pins on his blazer during pride month. But he still mostly keeps relationships private because he doesn't want people to think they're serious. But so far, everyone can tell that he has something going on with Zavok.

Those that he's wronged have a burning hatred for him and want him dead. He has a lot of enemies, he's been jumped a few times, and has had multiple brushes with death. Security at his place is tight with all his robots and cameras and he also has a lot of the big strong power type characters as his guards, some of which he flirts and messes around with. His group of guards includes characters like Zavok, Big, Vector, Axel, and Bark. Some end up having the same feelings and grudges against him as their main universe selves and quit later on.

Despite his enemies knowing just how rotten and sneaky he is, the details of his secret operations never get out to the general public because most of it happens underground. He has multiple false identities that he can easily detach himself from, making it harder to identify him as the culprit and have any evidence against his real name. He also knows how to threaten people into keeping silent and quickly resorts to it whenever necessary. If they still don't, he has ways of making them 'disappear.' >:)

Plus, those that would be brave enough to share the truth can't actually show their faces in public because everyone is aware of their criminal statuses and would never believe their word against the seemingly convincing and credible Eggman. When he says he has nothing to do with their illegal practices, they believe him. He's mastered living his double life and can always cheat his way out of paying any consequences! Aside from that one time where he had to pay with the loss of a tooth... but still! XD

Damon Salvatore: Lost Girls

"None of this adds up. The only thing that's really clear is that you're not just a liar, but you're a liar with secrets. So you can tell me the truth, or I can figure this out on my own."

Elena had more respect for Liam than Stefan had for her. She has no choice but add these things up on her own. Continuing on that note because it's either a continuity error or just plain idiocy. "When you were honest with me about what you were. How did you know that you could trust me with such a huge secret?" Stefan didn't reveal his truth to Elena because he was in love with her. He revealed his truth to her because he had no choice. She already knew. "You know." She was at his door because she wanted to hear him say it out loud. "That's easy. I was in love with you. I wanted you to know everything." Do not try to sell me the idea that Stefan fell in love with her by the 5th episode of the series because he stalked her far longer than he actually spent time with her. And he didn't want her to know everything. Do not hand me a pile of shit, then try to pass it off as a bouquet 6 seasons later. 

Elena adds it up, and Beauty of the Dark was a wonderfully chosen soundtrack for the scene. "Dear diary, I'm not a believer. People are born, they grow old, and then they die. That's the world we live in. There's no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There's nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are. And not lie or hide their true selves. It's not possible. I'm not a believer, I can't be. But, how can I deny what's right in front of me? Someone who never grows old... Never gets hurt... Someone who changes in ways that can't be explained... Girls bitten... Bodies drained of blood... "

Damon is written opposite Stefan. He buried his humanity because he's not human, he's a vampire. Like Stefan, he has his own secrets, but they're kept out of respect rather than the need to hide who he is. Stefan hides the cut on his hand because he's hiding the truth of himself. Damon hides the dream he handed to Rose because it's not his to share, it’s hers. Stefan plays pretend, Damon chooses not to. As you view how Elena adds up Stefan's secrets, expect her to do the same with Damon's humanity. A little piece here, a little piece there. It'll be the reason she tells him to stop acting like he doesn't care. Because she knows he does. Damon denying he cares, like Stefan denying the cut on his hand.

Now that he's escaped, Damon proves actions have consequences. What he does to Vicki, I consider just as much Stefan's fault. He starved him for nearly a week, so he should expect Damon to hit a campsite. He took Damon's daylight ring, so he should expect him to turn Vicki out of boredom and loneliness. Rather than spend the night standing outside of Elena's window, Stefan should've recovered Damon's daylight ring and handed it to him before the sun came up. His priorities suck. If Stefan truly wanted to protect everyone from Damon, he should've been the one guarding him rather than heading back to high school as if all was good in the world. "No, what have you done? You're the one that locked me in the basement and starved me, so whatever I've done, whoever I've sucked dry is on you, buddy." Cold hard truth. At least Damon is now willing to cover his tracks. "I already want you dead. Don't give me another reason to make it happen." This follows through with Lexi.

I love the focus to their childhood photographs when Elena leaves the house. Vampires killing mockingbirds. She's now catching up to Caroline, asking questions about garlic and holy water. These parallels help one to understand why Caroline takes longer to accept Damon. Consider the abusive partner. It may not happen often, but people are capable of change. Imagine one of those few, and what they'd be like with their future partners compared with their past partners. That's the difference you get with Caroline and Elena. Stefan's 145-year mistake with Damon, was believing a vampire could change a vampire, much less the vampire who forced him to become a vampire. That's why Stefan needs to pair Damon with Elena. Allow him to spend time with her. If he loved his brother more than he obsessed over Elena, he'd do right by allowing him the chance to be in her world, to feel what he feels. Until he feels it, Damon will continue believing he has to feed on it to feel alive.

Stefan defends Damon's actions as a vampire because that's what vampires do. None of this is okay, but they're not okay. They're dead. 'He saw that I was happy with you, and he wanted to ruin it." Because Damon promised him an eternity of misery. Trust he has every reason to hate Stefan. He outwardly admits he didn't care that he had gotten something Damon wanted. He didn't even care that it hurt him. Yet another difference. Damon actually feels guilty for wanting Elena. Stefan didn't care. "That's the thing about Damon. He doesn't get mad. He just gets even." Damon gets mad. Trashing Stefan's room is the extent of him getting even. He's not turning Vicki to get even with him. What he gets from Vicki is every bit what Stefan gets from taking Elena with him on his little field trip. The beauty of not being alone. Damon and Vicki dancing is the best thing ever. View the parallels in these like-minded relationships, and you see where they're going. Elena is a lot like Stefan. Vicki is a lot like Damon. Now insert Vicki's dialogue to Jeremy, and you see Delena throughout the entire series. "I really hope you're not one of those guys who, now that we're together, tries to change everything about me." Elena is gonna change Damon. The purpose of them hitting Denver. 1x11 plays opposite 1x6 that way. Delena having fun, but sitting at a bar rather than dancing it up at his house. 

"What Damon wants, Damon usually gets." The very reason Stefan felt threatened. "Believe it or not, Stefan, some girls don't need my persuasion." And the purpose of Damon saying what he did. "You won. You got the bad guy. Now nothing could come between you and Elena. Except the truth." It'll be the reason Alaric hands him the cure and tells him to get his girl. Because Damon usually gets what he wants. It's not about whether or not he gets Elena. It's about how he gets her. His character development matters. "Turns out she wasn't ours to steal." Because she's a lost girl. Elena will follow the same concept. She's much like Katherine and her vervain necklace that way. Damon didn't steal her, he found her. That's why this episode is called Lost Girls. They're lost, not stolen. Klaus lost Katherine. Stefan lost Elena. "I lost you the minute I left town with him." The necklace and its two ships. "I wanted to protect you from Damon's influence. But I also wanted to protect you from me." Because you can't protect a girl from falling in love. Vicki piques Damon's interest when he finds out she's sleeping with Elena's brother. "Actually, you know what? You should go. In fact, if i were you, I would stop by your boyfriend Jeremy's house. Bye. Tell Elena I said hi. And IF you see Stefan, tell him to call me." Follow her dialogue, and you see Damon. "And when I think of my future, i just come up blank." For 145 years, he's been waiting to get in that tomb. Nothing but blank between then and now.

Aside from his dancing scene with Vicki, his scene at Elena's house is one of my favorites of the episode. She's judging him for turning Vicki after she just got done judging Stefan for choosing to transition. "The same choice you made?" What I love about her scene with Damon, is her belief that he made the same choice Stefan did. She bites back. "Did you thank Katherine?" This is the first time she attracts Damon. He's feeling her Petrova fire, and he likes it. That's why he eyes her body. He doesn't plan to kill her, but he's gonna use her to get the tomb open, and leverage her should Stefan try to stop him from getting his girl. When it comes to Elena, what he's willing to do isn't necessarily what he wants to do. He's willing to hurt her if he has to because he waited 145 yeas for this. "Tip for later, be careful who you invite in the house." A nice slam after walking in her house without permission. Because Stefan did the same thing. He was the first vampire she invited in the house, and when she ran from him, he forced her to face him when he appeared in her bedroom. Never mind waiting for an invitation.

Stefan wanted Vicki to die. This shows in his reaction to her completing the transition. "You mean we'll come up with a lie." By entering her life and romancing her the way he has been, Stefan forced Elena into her own shadow of existence. She's now having to live as he does, lying to everyone she cares about, having no one to talk to about the darkness she now knows exists. And this is being added to the pain she alredy feels having lost both her parents.

so imagine 18-year-old or pre-afghanistan tony just. Showing up in the tower one day and present!Tony be like “fuck”. Avengers family obviously and steve being annoyingly understanding and patient toward Tony’s past selves and tony being so unbrelieably JEALOUS because it only hurts more when steve still can’t stand him. The tony in the present. The tony that is now. of course most of that’s just steve having no idea how to talk to people he likes, but details ;) I love you btw.

anon this idea is just *chef’s kiss* except I have like zero bandwidth to write it but I just 

- some time-slip resulting in young!tony landing in NYC and going to the only place he knows is (relatively) safe so he goes to the mansion, but the mansion is *different* 

- he walks right in because hello duh security scans, he’s still tony stark, but when he walks in it feels like, like a home, not just a real estate investment where people happen to live

- someone—vision, maybe—finds him staring (dreamily) at the massive portrait of Captain America hanging above the fireplace and young!tony promptly loses his fucking mind because holy shit it’s a full-blown synthetic humanoid with beyond-human intelligence (after he jumps out of his skin because what the hell)

- vision takes young!tony to now!tony, who is pushing 40 and has Seen Things and Done Stuff but he has never had to stand face to face with his younger self, pre-shrapnel, pre-epiphany, pre-Avengers, pre-everything so he might be...a little upset and overwhelmed

- young!tony is ofc upset too because wow this is who he turns into? a nervous wreck with a hole in his chest? the armor is cool but what’s the point if the man inside it is such a waste? they say hurtful things to each other because naturally

- steve comes back from a grocery store run (they’d run out of Half Baked and Jan gets a craving for it after battles) and sees young!tony sitting in the living room surrounded by Avengers, all of whom are trying to explain tony’s life to...tony...he’s very confused

- but then young!tony looks up and sees Steve and it’s like a cloudless sunrise dawning over a new moon night, and even steve isn’t so oblivious not to recognize the look of someone who is very much in love with whomever they’re looking at (young!tony is not subtle)

- “you’re alive”  and wow young!tony is on the verge of tears?? steve is fumbling for anything to say because he’s never seen tony like this, so obviously desperate to reach out and touch and struggling so hard to keep all of his disparate emotions in check

- “you’re...younger,” steve mutters because he can’t think of anything else to say (you don’t look happier at this age, he thinks, if anything you look more sad than usual) 

- why does tony look sad usually? 

- young!tony makes a face at that but then he’s stumbling forward like he’s in a dream state, reaching out and touching steve so carefully, like he’s afraid if he does steve will disappear 

- now!tony appears from the workshop and sees young!tony reaching out to touch steve and can’t stop the words from flying out of his mouth “you don’t get to touch him.” and, oh

- the Avengers are silent...now!tony is silent...steve is silent...young!tony looks like his heart just stopped (steve’s seen it happen far too many times to count—he knows it when he sees it)

- young!tony runs off to hide in a spare room and now!tony storms back to the workshop to figure out a way to send young!tony back to his time (even though it kills him to do it, knowing exactly what young!tony is going back to, what’s going to happen to him, his parents...) and steve shows up in the workshop

- “you’re doing the hand-wringing thing, steve. you know I hate it when you do the hand-wringing thing.”

- they talk around the subject for a minute and then steve just comes right out and asks him “why wouldn’t you let him touch me?”

- now!tony is obvs biting his tongue but he can’t get the fucking machine to work and he needs it to work because that child will give away the whole game if he stays here any longer but he’s kept his secret for ten fucking years he can hold out another day or two while he un-fucks yet another situation—

- steve asks again and now!tony just loses it, starts ranting about time-space continuums and paradoxes and butterfly effects and “how do I know he isn’t some devious time-traveler looking for a new captain america for his timeline? you belong with m—us, steve, now. here.”

- they leave the thread of conversation hanging because there’s a call to assemble and they have to go fight bad guys

- a few days later now!tony figures out what’s causing the time slips and manages to set up a way for young!tony to go back. the avengers all come to see young!tony off home and it’s a tearful goodbye because he’s become close to the team and doesn’t want to wait to see them again, and what if this changes everything? what if his coming to this time messed up his own future and the Avengers never become a thing?

- steve of course thinks that’s patently ridiculous and says something inspiring and heart-warmingly earnest like “tony, if there’s one thing I know, if there’s a timeline with you in it, there will always be Avengers.” and young!tony just 

- he throws himself at steve and kisses him 

- [cue shocked pikachu faces]

- [cue now!tony blue-screening]

- young!tony pulling back from what was definitely, yep, definitely a kiss and looking at steve like he hung every planet in the solar system and saying “just in case” before prying himself out of steve’s arms (since when did wrap them around young!tony like he never wanted to let him go??) and waving goodbye to everyone before stepping through the portal

- fucking. dead silence.

- “I think I left popcorn in the microwave” because clint has to break the tension somehow and it gives the others a way out so tony and steve can...discuss 

- (there is no popcorn but the team makes some anyways and then they put a movie on to go with it because one necessitates the other, obvs, and steve and tony are going to be down there a while) 

- steve and tony literally don’t emerge until the next morning and when they do they keep holding hands and can’t stop wrapping themselves around each other and when they head off to tony’s suite no one dares mention the fact that they’re both walking a little funny 

- fin 

Hidden Blade Chapter 1

Y’all I’ve been to excited for this because I loved this movie with a passion. (Nothing beats Bohrap btw but damn 6 Underground was awesome not just because of Ben. Though he really made the movie even better.) If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters please hmu! 

Please enjoy and I’ll see you guys in the next chapter or one of my updates. I’m on a train ride to London from Edinburgh so it’s about five hours. I plan on getting a crap done this ride so you might be seeing multiple updates! 

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Governments should always be in fear of who they govern over..those who are being governed should never be living in fear of who they are ruled over. Yet we live in a world where those in power abuse it badly so they can live the lavish life of the vices, greed, lust, and even the gluttony of having everything at their feet. Those who suffer under those sadly are living in a society in fear, hate, and uncertainty of whether they’ll be okay by the end of the day. 

That’s where I come in. 

You have to start somewhere small in order to cause a chain reaction. That lovely snowball effect. I start small by cutting off the suppliers resources, such as their plants, dirty shacks, and even the old warehouses. Once the resources are extinguished, I then move up to those in high up positions in order to really cause the rolling to begin. 

Yet I was given an opportunity to do a little more good with a lot less strings attached. Who doesn’t love a little more freedom. But what I was offered was complete freedom and who wouldn’t want complete freedom. 

You ever played the Assassins Creed games? I like to consider myself a walking version of that except no magical abilities, no special creed, or even a long line of ancestors that are meant to look similar and only the first three or four games nailed the similarities. Not the point. For those of you who’ve never heard of those games, imagine someone who's able to scale an entire flat building, stand on top of a metal cross, and even have some really cool equipment to help get the job done. We’ll be getting to those a little later. 

My name is eight. The Assassin. 

What’s the difference between a Hitman and Assassin you ask? One gets paid to do any form of killing for money, the other one does it for either political or religious reasons in this world of ours. But you both kill people? True. Never declared myself a saint anyhow in this world so shush! Story time! 

I pulled up to one of the abandoned planes to turn off my 4runner and climb out. Love the whole abandoned airfield look for the hideout. Really gives that fast and furious sort of vibe. How many movies are in the series anyhow? 

A ram truck came pulling up next to my 4runner as I began grabbing all my junk to hopefully store somewhere that was a little more secure than my new apartment here in California. Keeping a bunch of ropes, weapons, and my vast amount of foreign fruit would get me busted and I certainly love my Nectarine! 

“Glad to know I wasn’t the only one brought into this little adventure.” He appeared in front of me as I swung my duffle bag right on my shoulder. I closed the door as I turned to see him all dressed in american/military gear. An American soldier? Real power move.  

“Glad to see we got ourselves a soldier. Eight.” I held my hand out to him as he shook it. 

“Seven. At Least according to that dude.” He pointed as one came out of a tiny airplane and smiled. 

“Weird to see you not looking like a GAP model.” He showed up at my apartment in Israel looking like he walked out of Sunday church for some god knows reason. At first I thought he was apart of Jehovah's witness but as you can see we’re about to kill some mother fuckers.

“Ah really funny. Come meet the rest of us oh so lovely fellow campers.” We walked into the base as a women with blonde hair was reading a map while another woman was reading what looked like some sort of medical book. 

“Ladies this is seven and eight our newest batch of newbies. The one reading the map is two and in the cap is five. Not sure where the other two are but I imagine they’ll be showing up sometime soon.” I gave them a small wave as I put my bag on the ground next to the large table. 

“Look who finally showed up. Four this is seven and eight our eyes from the sky.” He tossed his hoodie down on the table as he gave us a small smile. The last member came into the room which is what I’m assuming was three. 

“There’s this trick that we all do to get through our day. We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world, all the wrongs humans do to one another. And then we close the box and pretend it doesn’t exist. Only some of us spend too much time inside the box. We’ve lost our ability to pretend. We know there’s too much unfinished business in this messed up world. Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can’t or won’t. And we do it from here. This is our haunted house. It’s a lot like the Batcave, except it’s nothing like the Batcave. Seven, eight. You’re dead. You’re gonna be restricted to cities that you’ve never visited before. People that you’ve never met. All of course your fellow ghost, none of whom you’ll know by name, only number, for safety, and so no one gets too close.” I mean. All we need is a butler, some random child to say “geez guys” and I think we would be set. 

“So basically what we’re doing is a sense of a justice league but with no moral codes?” Asking as One nodded. 

“Yes. Except Wonder Women uses guns and Batman is okay with killing people.” I..okay that works. 

“Each one of us has our own little gifts we bring to the table and now that we’ve required you two, we now officially have a set team.” 

“We’re like the A-Team but on steroids except Mr. T is this guy.” The Spainard commented as everyone just stared him down. 

“In your vast dreams.” One commented.

“Will we be required to wear matching rings?” Asking which made I believe his name is four chuckle a little. 

“Funny. Alright c’mon I wanna show you two something.” We all followed him into another room where a wall covered with nine pieces of paper with a single roman numerals on each one. 

“This is our target hitboard. These nine fuckers have been placing too much shit inside the box. So now they answer to us. Target number one: this prick. The Dictator of Turgistan Roach Alimov.” I walked over to his photo and began studying the guy. Radiates small dick energy already from all the work I’ve done over there, kind of like Kim Jong-Un except he doesn’t flaunt his money. 

“God I’m really craving french fries. Can we finish this over at Luckies?” I believe he’s three asked the group as I began walking past the other eight pieces of paper as I lightly saw their faces. Efrain Gracian. He runs the largest drug cartel in Mexico and has been killing a shit ton of innocent people in their villages. Oh my god they put Kim Jon-Un on their target list hell yeah. 

“So we plan on just killing all these pricks because they keep shitting on their countries and the rest of the world?” Leaning against the wall facing them as one nodded. 

“I say we finish this thing at Luckies. I’m really feeling a shitty beer to set the mood of introductions.” One began walking out of the fort as everyone else followed except for me as I looked at the wall again. Figured there would be less on the board in all honesty. 

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I slipped into the booth with myself facing the middle of the window and the inside of the restaurant, seven sitting to my left while four was on my right. To think that I’m now officially dead and I cut all my ties off when I left home so no funeral. Bet they thought I was already dead anyhow so this works nicely. 

“So what do you bring to the table?” I was asked as I tossed my car keys on the table. 

“The soundless steps of a killer is what I bring to the table. You guys make a shit ton of noise if I think I know who you are. I’m assuming you guys we’re the one destroying Florence?” His eyes widened a little which makes my assumption correct cause these fuckers really had fun in Florence. 

“Florence was an absolute disaster.” He stopped talking as the waiter came to the group. 

“A round of Heineken for everyone. Then whatever else they want.” I ordered as everyone smiled a little as they began ordering their preferred drinks. 

“Figured you’d be a good match since you graciously just bought us all drinks. So if you’re a soundless killer, who have you eliminated?” You can thank the new democracy in South Sudan, and ending an entire sex trafficking operation in Chad. Both we’re super difficult to achieve but damn I did an awesome job. Both were run by major cunts obviously and took months of planning to even get close to them. 

“Who do you think got rid of the cunt from South Sudan?” Seven looked over at me then leaned across the table. 

“You killed Zafir Bahri?” Seven asked as I nodded. 

“Yup. Yet it was one of my most difficult assassinations since I had to make a break for it in the countryside. Kind of stuck out like a sore thumb till I made it to a reservation station.” The waitress came with the first round of beers. Four took a big gulp of his beer then sighed. 

“Alright if we’re going to show off what our past selves have done. I got the chance to steal a 5.0 carat ruby necklace that had two smaller diamonds that were about 4.2 carats that was about 100,000 dollars worth.” Yet he’s sitting here in an American restaurant drinking some shitty beer and eating high heart attack food? Sounds about right. 

“And here you are in America drinking Heineken and about to eat a very greasy double cheeseburger. Cheers” I grabbed my bottle as he did for us to clink our bottles together. Four seems super chill actually and now I’m kind of curious how he pulled off that heist. 

“So. What’s the absolute best thing about being dead? I mean you don’t have to pay taxes anymore.” Seven asked the entire group as they all had an inner conversation with themselves about the best part of being deceased. 

“No more dmv lines, no more shopping for Christmas.” Christmas has always been stressful for my old life and I didn’t even celebrate it!

“Or backstabbing girlfriends.” Raising my eyebrow at four. Damn someone broke his little heart. I’d play the worlds saddest song on the tiniest violin but not sure if he would get the reference. 

“They should make an “Out of office” reply for dead people. Sorry I’m away from the planet right now. I’m fucking dead.” That’s a bit much but if it makes her feel better about being dead then let her do her own thing. 

“No more tax, no more criminal records, no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked and or just the usual stuff. You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff.” How is being naked casual? Since when is being naked considered casual in any standard? 

“Umm. How is being naked any form of being casual?” He took a drink of his beer as he licked his lips.

“Ya know. Just walking around naked on your balcony or even on your front porch. It’s a casual thing.” I..I still don’t see that as a casual thing. Around the house yes because oversized t-shirt and underwear is always a comfy.

“Is that like when Jersey people say it’s a jersey thing?” Before he could answer One chuckled a little. 

“Guys. You’re all wrong. The best thing about being dead is the freedom. I mean, we’re all gonna die. May as well do it while we’re alive, right? When you’re young, you lock yourself into all of these bad decisions. Marriages, mortgages, and all that kind of stuff. But you die. It’s all escaped. Poof! Gone! From that point forward, all that matters is what you choose. The point is that we should bring seven and eight behind the curtain. You wanna hand me those over there?” Three handed him a bunch of plastic cups as leaned a little more forward on the table. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see him quickly glancing away back at the demonstration. Guess he’s kind of cute, not exactly sure how getting involved with people on the team is viewed. Rather avoid the whole situation. 

“Alright here. A little deminsation, no technology. So this is how to stage a coup in three not so easy steps. Alright you got a country, Turgistan right? These are the people, nice people, going about, doing their thing. Then you got the four generals, cuatro cunts, very bad guys. But there’s one worse guy. That’s the piece of shit dictator, right there at the top.” Sounds about right. That was basically the entire set up in South Sudan. 

“Don’t forget his brother.” Brother? Oh yeah, the guy has a brother that basically has been isolated or off the face of the earth at this point. Gotta love it when Governments hide those wanting a better world, or hiding sick pedophiles when they fake suicides so they don’t go to prison or end up being executed. 

“Democracy loving brother.” So we’ve got a shitty dictator and a loving democratic. Of freakin’ course!

“He’s the key. So we’re gonna hit the four generals. They’re gonna lead us to the brother.” 

“You kill top Generals, you fuck the dictators day.” Three shoved a few French fries in his mouth. 

“Can confirm.” I took a big gulp of my beer as I leaned back against the booth.

“Second thing we're gonna do is free the brother. And the last thing we’re gonna do is we’re gonna say goodbye to piece of shit dictator and hello to democracy loving brother.”

“It all goes down in four months, El Dia de los Muertos, The Day of the Dead.” Kinky.

“Oh that’s it?” Seven and I looked at each other for the both of us to nod in approval of the plan. 

“Um well that’s pretty simple ya know. The cups.” I took a drink of my beer as I began mentally seeing the whole plan in my head. 

“Wonderful presentation.” We’re gonna die aren’t we?

“So we’re all gonna die?” At this point I say that’s a hard yes. 

“Not me.” What confidence she has because there’s something about her that just kind of scares the shit out of me. Must be something federal in her former life.

“She’s not, we all are. Painfully.” Peachy. Real fucking peachy. But hey I’m already technically dead so this works out perfectly in the end. Just when my body shows up at someones house or is found floating on the coast, going to be quite a headache trying to figure out since I’m already dead. 

Maybe I should be more optimistic with this new life. Could be worse. I could be stuck in a work camp in Siberia. Maybe we just see where this goes and if it doesn’t end well I just disappear into the unknown. Sounds like an absolute plan! 

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Intrulogical: Emotional Turmoil and Exhaustion

*this is purly a self indulgent fic, i like hurt/comfort and yeah. its long and tw for cussing and mild gore/blood*

It was a fairly calm day for everyone. Thomas must have completed his more necessary tasks for the day and is experiencing some down time, seeing as Patton was trying to keep Virgil and Roman from fighting over Monopoly. Janus was seated at the table with a glass of wine, or “soup” as he liked to call it, and Remus was... shockingly not around at all.

Logan observed a few seconds longer before sinking out and into his room, picking up an astronomy book and settling himself down in the nearby chair (smartly placed next to his bookshelf so he could have his own cozy little reading nook). Apparently it wasn’t 100% Logan’s day to relax because a few minutes later, a soft knock brought his attention away.

Getting up to see who it was, Logan was surprised to see Remus, of all sides, stabding on the other side. Logan noted that Remus was almost... curling in on himself, as if trying to hide himself from, well, everything. “Remus. Would you, ah, like to come in? I can conjure a chair for you.” Another chair was conjured, appearing next to Logan’s chair in his reading area. Remus wordlessly nodded and walked in, eerily quiet as he sat in the conjured chair and once again curling in on himself. With a wave of the hanf, Logan’s door shut and, just in case, put a little “do not disturb” on the outside of his door to make sure the others wouldn’t interrupt.

Logan took a seat and studied Remus for a second before addressing him. Remus was quiet, the bags under his eyes suggested he hadn’t gotten much sleep in the past who knows how long. His clothes were wrinkled and almost seemed as if the color of said clothing was faded to match the owner’s mood. “Remus, is everything alright? You seem... depressed.” Remus let out a dull laugh. “You could say that, yeah. Quite observative aren’t ya, teach?” The normally playful and somewhat demented tone that was usually present was all but an apathetic, monotonous replica. “Logan, do you hate me?”

The logical side frowned slightly. “Well, while you often rouse the others with your antics, you aren’t a bother to me. I have no reason to hate you, Remus.” Remus nodded, staying silent. “I...I am not the best at- at expressing or understanding emotions like the others, but I have a feeling you aren’t telling me...the main reason you feel depressed.” Remus nodded again, taking a deep breath before he spoke. “I just, I know it’s great and all the Janus got accepted by you guys. And I’ve never seen Virgil actually be as happy and relaxed as he is with you guys. I really am glad they’re happy but-“

Remus cut himself off as a sob tried to escape his throat, and he desperately tried to hide the tears, but it was too late. “I hate being the bad creativity, and don’t you fucking dare try to say there’s no such thing! Clearly, from how Patton tried to busy himself or how Virgil will put his headphones on or how- how my own fucking brother just scoffs when he sees me! Even Janus seems like he wants to ignore and get away from me!”

Logan silently watched as the “darker” creativity slowly broke down more and more. Logan discreetly waved his hand to dim the lights to a calmer setting, locking his door completey and soundproofing his room for good measure. “I-I can’t give excuses for the others actions towards you, and I know my words most likely won’t help as much as I wish they could, but my door is always open for you. I may not know the feeling, but I can imagine, and visibly see, the hurt that you feel from being...disregarded by people you were both close with and considered family. You are important to Thomas and everyone else, whether they realize it or not.” Remus looked at Logan both as if he was insane and as if he was some sort of savior. Logan felt his chest ache, sad to see Remus is such an emotionally vulnerable state and broke himself. Not by crying, but Logan did scramble to get up and wrap the other in a hug, squeezing Remus reassuringly.

Logan held Remus for a bit before he released his hold of the green side. “If you need to, I have soundproofed my room so if you need or want to scream out your feelings, you can.” Logan could almost see the build up of Remus screaming, but he hadn’t expected his scream to come out so... pained. By the volume and fresh tears that poured from Remus, it seemed like it was several years worth of emotional turmoil was being released.

When it got quiet again, Logan crouched by the crumpled from of Remus on the ground and gently got him up, helping him to lay on the bed. Remus looked oike he was going to object, but Logan shook his head. Remus got comfortable in the bed, feeling as if he just went on a rampage through his part of the imagination but with less adrenaline rush and much, much less blood than he would have had. Hell, Remus couldn’t even think at all due to the exhaustion.

“Get some rest, you need it after experiencing such intense emotional stress. I’ll have a talk with everyone else as well and get you a room on our side. You are just as important as everyone else here and I am ashamed that we made you think you aren’t.” Logan took a breath and sat on the edge of the bed where Remus laid, exhausted but listening to every word he said. “I...again, I dont want to speak for anyone, but Patton has been talking with Janus, asking how to interact with you better. Janus has only been ignoring, or seemingly ignoring you, because Patton drags his off to try and get “emergency advice”. Virgil...I think he’s still processing everything. I’m sure you’re aware of how Virgil can get overwhelmed easily, and he uses his headphones to calm himself down. And... and Roman does actually care, even if he acts like he’s inconvenienced when you’re around. Roman is still trying to... to better himself. He knows how shitty he’s been to you, and to Janus and Virgil, and he’s still trying to figure out some way to remedy that, in his own flamboyant way, of course.” Remus snorted softly at that.

“Don’t be surprised if he’s made an entire musical to show his remorse to you,” Logan joked. “But, in all seriousness, I know I probably am not the most welcoming side either. I probably seem cold, seeing as I usually have some book I’m lost in or constantly making and remaking schedules. And if not that, I’m irritable due to lack of sleep. I apologize if I ever made it seem like you are unwelcomed.” Remus sleepily reached out and poked at Logan’s butt. “Specs- no, Logan, I forgive you. And I appreciate you explaining what’s going on behind the scenes. Butttt seeing as you just admitted to not getting enough sleep, I demand you come here and nap with me.” Logan chuckled, but could definitely feel exhaustion creeping up on him. Being emotionally vulnerable and trying to help someone in distress is tiring, but Logan couldn’t seem to mind. He’d rather help out Remus that continue reading. Besides, it’s a lazy day and there’s no harm in napping.

Logan laid down next to Remus, actively reaching out and bringing the other half of creativity closer. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was just them deciding now or never, but they shared a small, sleeply peck, cuddling up as they fell asleep. The two idly noted to speak about their relationship regarding each other later, when both are rested and ready, but for now they slipped into unconsciousness and let their “future selves” deal with it.

“Aunt Marge Visits” || YEAR 3 – Ch.2 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/14/2020

Word count: 3,063

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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Heather let Hedwig and Errol out of their cages, not wanted them to hoot or screech while Aunt Marge was over, “Go to the Burrow for a week. You’ll have a much better week than we will.” Heather opened the window for them.

Harry was making sure all their stuff was in the floorboards, when he remembered the growling book under the dresser, “What do we do about that?”

Heather moved one of the boxes slightly to see if it’d come out and to her horror, it had chewed through into the very box she had pulled away, “It’s in here!”

Harry opened the box flaps and looked inside, “It’s asleep,” he whispered, “Hand me my belt.”

She handed it over and watched him make a loop and lean inside. There was a growl and a quick yelp from Harry followed by a sigh of relief. He took out the growling book, bound together by the belt, and placed it under the floorboard as well with the other one.

“COME DOWN NOW!” Aunt Petunia called from bellow.

“Why do we have to greet her? She hates us.”

“Because she loves making fun of us,” Heather held the door open for Harry and they both made their way downstairs.

Heather stood next to Dudley and snorted trying to hold in a laugh at his stupid necktie. Dudley turned to her and stomped on her foot suddenly.

“OW!”

“Quiet! She’s coming,” Aunt Petunia opened the door and smiled, “Welcome!”

There was a CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH of the gravel and then Aunt Marge was in full view as she walked through the open door, looking as if she smelled something foul and sour in the air. She gave a polite smile to Aunt Petunia and set her chunky dog down on the ground, opening her arms wide to hug Dudley.

“MY DUDDERS!” she scooped him up with both arms and squeezed very tight.

Dudley’s feet dangled and it was amazing watching Dudely’s self-restraint. Heather knew he wanted to yell and scream to be put down, but he had a mission, and the reward for it was dessert, no doubt. Aunt Marge finally set him down and turned to Heather and Harry, frowning like she’d found what smelled so awful.

“Marge, there’s some tea in the kitchen,” Aunt Petunia quickly led her away from them.

Uncle Vernon came through the door next, carrying all her cases. “Carry these to your room,” he pushed the luggage at them.

“Our room?” Heather looked at Harry urgently.

“Isn’t she staying – ”

Uncle Vernon closed the door and grinned, “It must have SLIPped my mind. There’s a tent set up for you two in the back.” He made his hand into a chubby walking man motion, “So walk these on up and do as you’re told for the week. Then it won’t SLIP my mind what our deal was.” He left them in hall and closed the door to the living room.

Heather kicked one of the cases, “We should have known.”

They split the workload and dragged everything upstairs and set it in the corner of the room. Luckily, they didn’t get their brooms out and the loose floorboard was right under the bed. Ripper – the favorite bulldog Aunt Mare took everywhere – hopped right onto the floor mattress and growled when she tried to kick him off.

“We get to keep our pillows. At least.” Harry grabbed them both and they headed back downstairs to set up the tent.

After the last rod was in place and all the spiders were kindly removed by Harry, they washed their hands and sat for dinner, across the table from Aunt Marge and Dudley. At first she pretended not to notice them, until Heather decided to go for seconds.

“I see that school of yours hasn’t taught you a thing,” she moved the bowl of cooked greens towards her. “Gluttons and freeloaders. The pair of you.”

It was hilarious, watching Aunt Marge yell at them about eating too much as she spooned a mountain of gravy into her mouth. All while Dudley laughed with his mouth open at them.

“Petunia, you should write to them – obviously their lessons aren’t sticking. Maybe it’s time for a more aggressive approach.”

The rest of the week went more or less like how it always went. Once a day she offered to beat them to “really show them who’s in charge,” or would comment on their appearance. Despite complaining about them eating every time they did so – which was only twice a day – she commented on how weak they looked and how it had to do with their genes.

Twice she had to stop Harry from talking back. She knew every time Aunt Marge bordered on bashing their parents, Harry was ready to giver her a piece of his mind. She often times looked at Aunt Petunia, to see how she reacted to almost being insulted since she was the one actually related to them. If she was bothered by it, she never showed it, nodding and agreeing with everything Aunt Marge said about them.

“In breeding they take those things very seriously,” she was saying to Uncle Vernon over dinner that night, “You can’t make any old mut a dam or a sire, or the whelp will turn out ill-tempered and bad-mannered.” She looked at them, “Which must have been the case. Just compare these two to my sweet Dudders over here – ”

Just then Aunt Marge’s whine glass exploded, covering her in red wine and staining her overly embroidered suit jacket and brown top. Everyone but Aunt Marge looked at Heather and Harry – though mostly Harry since he’s always the one to lose his cool first.

“I’m so sorry, Petunia. Sometimes I forget my own strength,” she laughed. “One of those two can get me something. I’m sure they’re capable of at least that.”

Heather and Harry walked into the kitchen together, gave her a couple of napkins, and excused themselves from the table. They walked out of the room and ran outside. Heather made sure the glass door was closed shut and dove into the tent after Harry.

He was curled up in the corner with his arms crossed, “I know. The forms. I’m sorry.”

“Harry…” she sat down close to him, “I hate when she says that stuff too… But you shouldn’t care what she thinks or says about… about them. Even if she calls them muts.”

“You only don’t like it ‘cause you hate hearing about them! You don’t even care what anyone says, good or bad.”

Heather clenched her jaw, knowing they were bordering on an uncomfortable subject for her. “I just… We have to live our life now. And that means going to Hogsmeade. The past is the past and nothing anyone says now or ever will change that.”

“It does change things!” he sat up and smacked his hand on his pillow, “You act like they left us on purpose – ”

“Harry!”

“But they didn’t! They were taken from us! They didn’t leave you – ”

“Harry I SWEAR – ”

“But you have no problem leaving them!” Harry frowned and wiped tears from his eyes, letting silence fall on them for several minutes. “You’re the one whose leaving them.”

Heather punched his shoulder as hard as she could and ripped the tent flap open, “I’m sleeping outside tonight. Until you APPOLOGIZE.”

She stood up and stepped out, zipping the flap as fast as she could and walked over to the far left of the house, away from all the windows and from view of the tent. She fell onto the dirt and started sobbing, kicking the fence as hard as she could until a crack appeared in the perfectly white picket fence.

“I’m not leaving them,” she growled into the wind.

There was a rock to her left and she imagined angrily flinging the rock over the fence and hearing it smash to pieces onto the street and before her eyes she watched it follow her exact imagined trajectory. She heard it hit the street on the other side and skid a few feet before hitting something hard. Her anxiety about being caught doing magic ruined the moment, knowing two accounts of underage magic would be showing up for the evening. Two more than what was allowed.

It only took an hour for Harry to apologize for what he said. Heather nodded but kept quiet the rest of the night and some of the morning. It was during breakfast that Harry finally made amends by offering up his slice of bacon to her, which she cheerfully accepted, despite the disgusted looks Aunt Marge was giving her.

“You’ll be lucky to find any kind of husband willing to put up with you,” she shook her head, “And if you want a wife you’ll fix that mop of yours atop your head!”

The twins nodded, not really knowing how else to respond to that kind of attack on their future selves. The day felt like a copy of the last, having to sit around the room near Aunt Marge while she barked orders and spit out insults.

Heather excused herself to the bathroom for the fourth time that day and headed upstairs. She was walking past their bedroom door when she heard a familiar clicking. She looked over the railing quickly before opening their door to a large majestic owl pecking at the closed window with a light green scroll tied to its leg.

She crossed the room and pulled the window open to allow for the owl to enter. It stretched it’s leg out and the second the rolled up letter was pulled free, it swept away, as if unable to be in the vicinity for much longer.

“WHERE IS SHE? You know drugs can be done at any age? I’d check the tank if I were you…”

Heather rolled her eyes at Aunt Marge and stuffed the letter in her pocket. She left the room quickly, closing the door behind her quietly and made her way back into the room where Aunt Marge was now commenting on Harry’s “glassy” eyes.

She could hear Harry muttering under his breath, “Focus on the form,” over and over to keep his cool. The only thing getter HER through it all was the fact today was Aunt Marge’s last day here. They would get their room back, she could study some more, take a long shower… and she’d get to clean that gross mattress Ripper had been sleeping in all week.

Heather and Harry were drawn back to reality by the snapping Aunt Petunia was doing to get their attention.

“Maybe they were dropped on their heads,” Aunt Marge howled with laughter.

“Go set the table,” Aunt Petunia called from the kitchen.

While Dudley entertained Aunt Marge – who had been slipping him twenties every so often throughout the week – and Uncle Vernon uncorked several whine bottles, they set the table and got it ready for Aunt Petunia’s fancy dinner. They all sat down and Heather and Harry watched everyone dig into the meal before they served themselves.

Sometimes Heather wished Aunt Petunia had been nicer to them, she admired her cooking and thought it would have been nice to learn from her, though she knew the reality was they wouldn’t be able to stand each other for even a second. If Heather complimented her cooking right then, she would have been sent away for mocking her somehow. In the end, their relationship is best left well alone, along with the rest of the Dursleys.

“Fancy some more, Marge?” Uncle Vernon held up the last bottle of red wine.

“A tiny bit more won’t hurt,” she pushed the glass and kept motioning for him to keep pouring until there was no more coming out. “That’s alright, then.”

Would it be so bad if they disappeared during dessert? She kept eyeing the door with Harry but Uncle Vernon made it incredibly clear they were not to move an inch, quietly slamming his fist down while his sister downed the wine.

“That hits the spot,” Aunt Marge set down her wine glass and pet Ripper under the table and looked at Dudley on his third cream cake serving, “Dudder’s you’ll be a healthy beast-of-a-man when you grow up, just you wait,” she winked at him. “But you two,” she started.

Heather noticed Harry start to mumble again, something about the broom servicing kits.

Aunt Marge pointed her cream-covered spoon at Heather, “Gotta watch out for ones like her in their teenage years. My horrid neighbor – the one I was telling you about, Petunia – she had a bitch once – she kept seeing all sorts of strays in the neighborhood, wondered why – well I knew just why. It was only a shock to her when her bitch gave birth to a dozen mutts – and who knows what dog was to blame.”

Heather clenched her jaw and squeezed her fork tight. They were all lucky Harry and her were going to Hogwarts, or she would’ve had nothing to lose just then.

Marge spooned some more cake into her mouth and turned to Harry next, “And this runty-one – what kind of boy is shorter than his sister – It must be to do with THAT blood.”

She was starting to jumble her words, but Harry understood her perfectly.

“What blood,” Harry asked, setting down his fork.

Heather looked at him with wide eyes, wishing she could flick his nose or ears or anything to keep him from starting something everyone at the table would regret, but mostly him. Dudley had now looked up from his cake again, grinning and happy to hear about how awful his cousins were.

Marge squinted her eyes at Harry, “That sister of yours, Petunia, was clearly a bad egg, but the rotten egg was obviously that Potter boy she ran off with. You’ve got the results of bad blood mixed with rotten blood right here, and you can see it in him.”

Harry shook his head and pushed the small cream lumps around his plate. Heather’s heart was beating out of her chest and sighed with relief at his calm reaction. She kicked his foot under the table and nodded her head slightly when he glanced over, trying to convey her approval.

“What was it this rotten Potter boy did, again?”

Aunt Petunia hesitated for a second, “Nothing, he had no job – ”

“Of course he didn’t, why would he. That layabout was nothing but a filthy bum – a pimple by societal standards – and good riddance. I’d say be thankful there’s no chance for them to be coming around begging for money but now look what they left behind. That Potter boy was filth – ”

“No. He wasn’t!” Harry slammed his fist down.

“MORE WINE, MARGE?” Uncle Vernon quickly stood and ran to the wine cabinet.

Marge ignored her brother, “What else would you call a good-for-nothing moocher who goes and kills himself and his wife and leaves you two accidents on the doorstep of two hardworking people too good and decent to kick you off their property, hmm?”

“He didn’t get anyone killed!” Harry stood, knocking his chair back.

“Oh, going to get all tough on me, are you boy?” Marge sneered and stabbed her spoon into her cake, “You and your sister are both ungrateful little RUNTS – ”

Heather looked up from her hands – previously pressed against her face in horror – and stared at Marge the same as everyone. She had suddenly stopped speaking and the red from her face was spreading down her neck and onto her hands. Everywhere she turned red, it looked like she was swelling like a great big balloon until her buttons all popped off her clothes and her belt buckle broke in two, allowing what little waist she had before to disappear entirely.

Heather stood as Marge began to lift from the table, grasping at the corners and looking around utterly confused.

“NO! MARGE!” Uncle Vernon came running back to the table and tried to sit her down into her seat.

She looked like a hot air balloon now, rising up out of her seat despite Uncle Vernon’s attempts at keeping her down – Aunt Petunia only looked on in horror with Dudley cowering behind her, looking at Harry and Heather.

Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the table and out into the hall. She made to run upstairs for the lock pick kit but just as Harry reached for the knob, the door burst open and all their things fell out.

The living room door was rattling as if someone was trying to get out – likely Uncle Vernon ready to yell at them – but despite there being no locks, it would not open. She couldn’t help but stare at Harry as he stuffed all his things in his trunk and then Heather’s. Did he know what he was doing? Did he mean to do it? She hadn’t seen anyone else use all that magic without a wand at school… and she hated to think it… but was he really the powerful wizard everyone claimed he was?

“Are you going to help?” Harry hissed at her.

“Wh-what are you doing? Why are you packing? We should get a hold of Mr. Weasley and ask how to reverse whatever spell you used – ”

“We’re LEAVING, Heather. Why would we stay here?”

She blinked and turned back to the door being pounded on heavily. Even the kitchen door was jammed shut with something.

“Leave where? Where would we go? We have no one!”

She pulled him up but he pushed passed her and ran up the stairs. She stood frozen in place as Harry collected their things from under the floorboard and came back, pouring their belongings into their trunks. He shoved her broom into her hands and dragged his trunk to the door, flinging it open – this time manually – and exited the house.

Just then the kitchen door flew open and Heather jumped, grabbing her case and following Harry out the door as Uncle Vernon yelled for them to come back and fix Marge. She ran to catch up to Harry, who now had his wand out and ready.

“Why do you have that out!”

“In case they try to stop us leaving. We aren’t ever coming back.”

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Tori Vega: TDI Headcanon

I hope you all enjoy this headcannon I did of Tori Vega for my TDI rewrite. 

Tori is the type of person who relishes in her own company, enjoying solitude and working alone. It allows her to think and focus on her ideas without the judgement of other people. She is viewed by many others as both charming and very attractive, and is very social when needed to – this enthusiasm is shown clearly when she performs on stage. Her ability to set herself goals and figure out the best ways to achieve them is very effective and proves how strategic of a person she is. She has a talent at maintaining her social image when around others but can be quite impatient and have quite a temper in situations she would find stressful and irritating. Her optimistic and bubbly attitude is loved by others, and she is one of the most popular people at her school because of it. When faced with misfortune and trouble she keeps her cool, standing by her family and friends all the while. She’s willing to do essentially anything to make those she loves and cares for feel better, including embarrassing herself.

When competing with others she can come across as quite overzealous and energetic, which is due to her competitive nature. This developed more as she spent more time near her classmate, Jade, and eventually she became subconsciously competitive in nature. When doing challenges on the island she would be quite the leader type, instructing others in a very kind yet informative way; she would know what to do in a lot of different situations, being able to think up unique and interesting plans on how to complete the challenges that are set. While Tori can work individually, she much prefers to work with others on some things – the positivity that she can give others gives them a boost of motivation when working toward a set goal. She also behaves in a very ‘hands-on’ manner, liking to be involved in the process of making or doing challenges, instead of standing by in the side-lines. By nature, Tori is a very supportive person, liking to encourage and get people to be their best selves anyway she can. Throughout most of her time at the island she will be viewed by most competitors as both a friendly and kind person, but with enough intelligence to constantly be chipping in with ideas and suggestions for everything and anything that she thinks others would need help with. Because of this, Heather will dislike her from the very beginning, viewing her as a rival and an obstacle that will need passing in order for her to win the show. Tori will also dislike Heather because of how manipulative of a person she is – it’s something she can recognise from how she carries herself, and Tori immediately keeps an eye on Heather. Courtney will instantly love her but will begin weary, as they are from different teams. Of course, ignoring Courtney’s bossier and self-loving personality, Tori will gradually learn to like her as a friend, and they will become very close with their friendship. Leshawna won’t be as close with Tori as Courtney will be, however she will have a sense of respect for the brunette because of how caring Tori is toward complete strangers; she will comfort and persuade people to do things that they might not originally be comfortable doing, but once they complete it they thank her for giving her that little push. Because of how forward and boisterous Leshawna is, Tori will not become very close friends with her, but will respect her even if her loudness makes her slightly irritated. Bridgette’s cool-headedness will cause Tori to gravitate toward her as a friend, starting off as very close and talkative but ending up as relaxed and civil with each other. Due to the separate teams it would be hard to be close to her, and so they would gradually become less friends and more acquaintances. Gwen would be interested in Tori, finding her personality very similar yet different to her own and being drawn to it out of curiosity. They would get along well, sticking with each other through all the challenges and supporting one another when they can. When Heather reads out Gwen’s diary Tori will become very aggressive and irritated, making sure she talks to Heather after the end of the challenge. After she proceeds to then read out her diary as well as Kim’s diary she almost let her short temper get the better of her, but after some reassuring conversations with both Gwen and Kim she calmed down and spoke to Heather civilly (with hints of annoyance and venom, of course). Because of Tori’s closeness with Gwen she will also grow quite close with Trent – their similar interest in music will be cause for some jealousy from Gwen, however after reassuring her that there were no foul intentions from Tori, things will go back to usual. Tori and Trent would duet a lot in the evening for others to listen to, like singing campfire songs after a long day of challenges. Beth will look up to Tori in admiration because of how much she would want to be like her. She recognises her from a show from TV and loves how well she could sing and would do anything she could to become as successful as her in the future. Tori will be kind toward Beth, but won’t be interested in becoming her friends because of how focused Beth would be on her. Duncan wouldn’t be interested in her at first, but when seeing her and Courtney’s similarities will be curious. He won’t be friendly with her, but will be nosy and ask her questions about herself. As for Owen, he would behave in a very friendly and kind manner toward Tori, which she will appreciate and find sweet. They will become friends and have each other’s backs during a lot of the challenges, Tori will even sometimes try to take away some of the embarrassment Owen would feel when embarrassing himself by purposefully doing something to embarrass herself. As for the X Over characters, Tori will have a close relationship with Beck, Cat and Robbie because of her past with them before the show. She would feel a sense of interest and respect for Kim because of how agile and strong she is – they would be good friends and an even better team, and would focus on doing their best in the challenges. Similar to Heather, Tori would be cautious around Bonnie because of how she treats Kim as well as others. After being stuck in many, many awkward and dangerous challenges with each other though, the two eventually become friends, though not super close ones. Due to Sam’s very energetic and aggressive demeanour, Tori wouldn’t get along well with her. She would find her rude and dismissive, while Sam would think of Tori as a pompous goody-two-shoes. The two of them wouldn’t get along very well; however their relationship would be more civil and less destructive than that with Heather. Tori would be friendly with almost everyone who comes on to the island, but not with a select few. Heather would be one of them, as well as Ezekiel, Bart, Buford and of course Jade. These four would come across as too negative and aggressive, and so she would attempt to steer clear of them as much as she could. When being forced to interact with Heather, Tori would be very nonchalant and blunt, saying things for what they are instead of attempting to sugar coat them. After all, it’s not as if Heather really deserved that much. She would purposefully try to ignore her when she could, but would never go out of her way to hurt Heather, whether it be physically or emotionally. As for Ezekiel, Tori would behave the same around him as most other people. She’d dismiss most of what he says and ignore his rude and sexist comments. Bart would be seen as an irritating child with no ideas of boundaries or the difference between funny and dangerous. He would constantly get on her nerves, like he would be sure to for more people; however because of his young age she will just brush it off and ignore him. While he is only 10 years old, she still wouldn’t actively help him because of how aggravating he is, however his sister Lisa would be one of the people she is interested in most. Her intelligence and musical prowess would cause Tori to instantly gravitate toward her due to their similar interests. Buford would be more irritating than outright disrespectful, as his loud-mouth and over the top behaviour would easily get on Tori’s nerves. Lastly, with Tori’s history with Jade, she would hate to be on the same team as her. Jade constantly has it out for Tori, and so the brunette wouldn’t come anywhere near Jade if she could help it. Whenever something involved the black-haired girl things always went badly, or something awful would happen.

Time Fluff: Chapter 5

A/N: Hi lovelies! I’m so, so, so happy that you guys are liking this series!!! I was nervous about sharing my writing and stuff with other people but you guys have made it such an amazing experience so thank you so much for that. And special thanks to all of you that commented on and liked my last post, luv you all <3

Summary: Bucky x reader. Bucky and reader have liked each other for a long time but they’re both in denial of the other’s feelings. What will happen when Tony’s new invention accidentally brings 40sBucky and 40sSteve to the present? If this were to go in the actual MCU timeline it would probably be sometime before infinity war and before they actually figured out time travel. And for anytime that 40sBucky or 40sSteve are mentioned I used * to make it less confusing for which Steve or Bucky it is.

Word Count: 1440

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any. Unless you count cunning 40sBucky, he might need to be a warning 😅. And any words in ( ) and Italics are definitions for 40s slang. 

Other Chapters: Time Fluff Masterlist

I walk up to Steve’s room, knowing that Bucky would be in there too, to ask them to come downstairs to talk with their past selves along with me in case any of them had questions for the others. As I knock on the door I take a deep breath and prepare myself for potentially having to see Steve and Bucky having mental breakdowns from seeing themselves from the 40s once again. “Hey, guys? Can I come in?” I ask.

“Sure, go ahead” I hear Steve’s voice through the door. As I walk in acutely I am thoroughly surprised by the scene in front of me. There sits Steve and Bucky, acting perfectly normal and as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening at all.

“So, they want to talk to you” I get right to the point, noticing a slight shift in Bucky’s expression. “I know that this could be really hard and you guys don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to-“

“Don’t worry, doll. We’ll go right down with you” Bucky says with a small but kind smile.

“I’m right here for both of you if anything gets to be too much, and we can stop talking anytime any of you wants” I say to both of them but continue looking at Bucky, especially concerned about whether or not he is ready to share everything that had happened to him yet.

“Thanks Y/N. It can’t be that bad though, right? I mean, we technically were these people for a while” Steve says and it lightens the mood a bit, making me crack a smile.

“You ready to go?” I question while looking between the two of them to ensure that they are okay with everything.

“Yeah. And who knows? Maybe this could be fun. I remember being a fun guy to be around before everything” Bucky says with a smirk.

“Still are pal” Steve says while mirroring his smirk and clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Now let’s go meet our younger selves”

“You guys have no idea how glad I am that you’re taking this so well” I have a relieved smile on my face and it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders somehow.

“Aw, don’t worry about it doll” Bucky replies and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him in a one-armed hug while we walk. I can’t help but blush a little while he does this but I try to refrain from showing much of my real reaction because of him being so close and because Steve was obviously watching intently and trying to figure something out. This entire scenario continues up until we get to the living room where Steve* and Bucky* are waiting for us.

Almost immediately after we exit the elevator I can hear the familiar voices of the super soldiers coming from the living room. “We’re back” I call out so that we don’t startle them when we enter. “What have you guys been talking about?” I ask them curiously. “Oh, nothing much. Just mainly wondering what our lives are like in the future” Bucky* replies and I can see him glance at Bucky’s metal arm that is mostly covered by his sleeve. I also notice that after Bucky* answers, Steve* almost looks uncomfortable with his answer.

“I’m sure that you have plenty of questions to ask us” Steve says while he and Bucky sit on the couch opposite of their past selves. “Go ahead, ask away” He says and leans back comfortably, Bucky mirroring his movements.

“Well, Y/N told us about how we’re still alive this far in the future. Did anyone else make it this long?” Steve* asks wearily, obviously talking about Peggy.

Steve clears his throat before answering. “Uhm, Howard was alive up until 1991. And Peg had died in her sleep about two years ago” Steve says and tries to keep his composure as much as he can. Steve* nods and runs a hand over his face as he digests what happened to his friend and love.

“It’s okay pal, she died in her sleep, at least she didn’t suffer” Bucky* says and pats Steve’s* back comfortingly. “Is there anyone in either of your lives that you’re together with now?” Bucky* asks while looking more at himself than at Steve.

“I’ve kind of been seeing someone, her name is Sharon” Steve says casually, leaving out the fact that Sharon is Peggy’s niece, which was probably a good idea.

“I honestly think that the last time that I went on an actual date was just before I was shipped off to England in ‘43” Bucky says with a small disbelieving laugh. I glance down, trying to not allow the thought of being able to date him take over my mind. As soon as I look back up I make eye contact with Bucky* before he immediately looks away with a smirk.

“But there has to be a dame that you’re interested in, isn’t there?” Bucky* asks his future self with the same smirk.

“Yeah, yeah there’s someone that I’ve liked for some time now” Bucky responds broadly, not elaborating at all on his answer. I sit and look at him for a second and give him a questioning look when he meets my gaze but he just shrugs his shoulders.

“You’d better ask her out then. I’d still like to have the future I’ve always wanted with a wife and kids, even if it won’t happen the way that I thought it would” Bucky* says with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t know, you don’t know the things that I’ve done yet. I can tell you later but I hate for these two to have to hear it all over again” Buck says sheepishly, gesturing to both Steve and I.

“Hey, it’s okay Buck” I say and wrap an arm around his shoulders to hug him gently, it always makes me feel so bad whenever he starts feeling guilty about his past. “None of us blame you for what they made you do, I don’t think that they will either” I say and nod my head towards the other Bucky* and Steve*.

“Yeah pal, you can tell us everything. As long as you’re okay with telling us” Steve* says, now seeming to understand more that this is still his best friend, just from a different time.

“Do you want us to leave for you to tell them?” I ask Bucky while gently rubbing circles on his back.

“I think it would be easier, thank you doll. I really appreciate you helping with all of this” He tells me with a small, reassuring smile.

“Alright, let’s leave them to it then, Y/N/N” Steve says and smiles at everyone in the room before going into the kitchen in the next room, stopping in the doorway for me to follow him.

“Good luck Buck” I say and squeeze his shoulder lightly before following Steve out of the room.

Once we’re in the kitchen and out of earshot Steve speaks up again. “This is so unbelievably weird. I mean, I seriously never thought that I’d live to see time travel but knowing you, Tony, and Banner I guess it was inevitable, huh?” He says with a slightly disbelieving laugh.

“Sorry Stevie. I know that this is a lot to take in, if it makes you feel any better you and Buck are taking this whole thing really well” I respond with a small smile.

                                                  *Meanwhile*

“So, what are the questions that you have about what I did?” Bucky asks past Steve* and himself.

“What I was most wondering about is that dame Y/N” The younger Bucky* states while leaning forward and clasping his hands together.

“W-what do you want to know about her?” Bucky suddenly seems much more nervous and flustered at the mention of Y/N’s name.

“Is she the one that you’re clobbered (infatuated) with?” He asks with a satisfied smirk.

Bucky glances at the doorway to the kitchen in hopes that neither Y/N or Steve can hear this conversation “I, yeah, she’s the one that I’m interested in, very interested in actually” He says much quieter. As he says this Bucky* shares a look with Steve* before he smiles back at his future self proudly.

“Good choice pal, she seems pretty great. You’ll have to make sure that you tell her how you feel soon, I don’t think that she’ll be available for long” Bucky* says with a smug look.

“Yeah, she’s perfect. Too perfect, I don’t deserve someone like her” Bucky smiles back at his past self sadly. 

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