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ellieswifie · 7 months

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warnings: spider-woman!ellie, 18+ mdni, cursing, amazing spiderman references, kissing, pet names (bug girl)(i’m not sorry), pre-smut but no real smut (i know, but i’m still not sorry), just being in love with spider-woman!ellie

authors note: after seeing @cottoncandytomu amazing spiderwoman!ellie post, i immediately fell in love with spider-woman!ellie and needed to write some hcs. this post is entirely just for funzies and all inspiration goes to @cottoncandytomu. also, i don't know what the fuck i'm doing when it comes to hc's so bear with me. hope you enjoy!

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spider-woman!ellie who would one hundred percent tell you she's spider-woman before she tells anyone else. she'd be super scared and nervous while she starts talking, but you had secretly known the entire time.

"i've been wanting to get something huge off my chest..." she'd start pacing around the room in her grey sweats and jacket, covering her red and blue suit. you know exactly what she's been wanting to tell you, but you wanted to her her say it. well until she started taking forever to get the words out her mouth. "i don't want you to think i'm crazy but... i'm-" "spider-woman." you'd finished as her eyes grew wide. "i've known for quite a while now."

spider-woman!ellie who wouldn't care that you've known all through your entire friendship. she's more than happy she didn't have to go through the suffering of explaining the entire thing. and if anything it made your "friendship" stronger.

spider-woman!ellie who would hate just calling you her friend. she'd want to swing around the city while you held onto her waist tightly. but with her and her intense bad guy fights, she couldn't risk losing you to any future villains, so she had to protect her feels from you.

spider-woman!ellie who would totally where her worn-down chucks while she was fighting crime. you'd catch her about to leave during a crime scene and just shake your head, staring at her shoes that are bearly hanging on.

she only wears them all the time because you would draw little spiderwebs and heart spiders all over the shoes. it makes her smile like crazy.

spider-woman!ellie who would be cocky as fuck while fighting villains but when it's just you and her out of her suit, she is the quietest and most reversed person ever. one moment she'd be like "got you now!" "what am I too fast for you?" to then a smiling mess in front of you.

spider-woman!ellie who would do just about anything to protect you. if you tried helping her track down a villain, she'd immediately turn down any ideas you brought up that included you being involved. you'd constantly ask why you can't help her and she'd end up confessing her love-sick feelings for you.

"ellie come on," you'd say for just about the tenth time. ellie was sitting in a chair across the room, refilling her web cartridges waiting for a villain call. "i can take full care of myself."

"no i can't risk you getting yourself hurt for me." ellie would mutter, not meeting your eyes. you'd roll your eyes at her response, as she turned away from you in the rolling chair. "why is it that you don't trust me? why is it that you constantly feel the need to protect me-"

"because i love you and every person i love in my life dies for me! and i don't want to lose the last person i care about to some silly villain chase. so no, you're not coming." she'd confess, as you stared blankly into her eyes. her watch would ding, making her tear her mask on, and swing out of your room, leaving the conversation completely unfinished.

spider-woman!ellie who wouldn't talk about the conversation for days. it would be on her mind for hours, but she couldn't risk breaking her friendship with you for her feelings. she'd stop swinging to your house before and after every fight making you want to just crawl into your own skin.

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spider-woman!ellie who would finally grow the balls to finally talk to you after a huge fight that had her body tattooed in cuts. regardless of whether you guys were on speaking terms or not, she'd only want you to numb the pain and make her scars go away. you'd be scared shitless as she stumbles towards your window, ripping her mask off. you wouldn't even bring up the confession, you two had a week or two ago. you'd help her limp towards your bed, while she struggles out of the suit.

the air would be thick as you roam around your bathroom, trying to keep quiet. ellie would be lying in only her sports bra, watching you walk back into the room, carrying a first aid kit and a chocolate bar.

your eyes would linger on her exposed skin while you settled yourself on the end of the bed, handing her the bar. "here..." you'd mutter. "it'll ease the pain."

spider-woman!ellie who would think she didn't need the damn chocolate bar. she just needed you. she only needed you ever.

spider-woman!ellie who would whine and struggle out of your grasp as you run a wet towel along her stomach. your nose would scrunch at the pain you know your causing her, so you remove the towel, looking into her eyes. ellie's breathing would be heavy as you reposition yourself, sitting on her thigh.

you wouldn't stop looking at her eyes as you place the towel back on her wounded scar. she'd gunt at the instant contact, but her eyes wounded leave yours. "shhh." you'd hush her, looking back down at her exposed skin. "i know it hurts but just focus on me.."

spider-woman!ellie who would read the entire thing wrong. her eyes would meet down to look at you dressed in only a tank top and short pajama shorts. it was as if suddenly all the pain she'd been feeling vanished in seconds. her eyes remained on your face when you looked back up at her.

your hand removed from her bleeding wound and rested on her thigh while you guys held eye contact. you could feel your words cloud up in your throat when ellie leaned closer to your face.

spider-woman!ellie who would raise her hand to remove a strain of loose hair out your face, while her face moved closer to yours. your hands would trail up her body, stopping to rest on her chest. "your hands are so soft..." ellie muttered, closing her eyes at your light touch.

you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, before turning back on your serious face when ellie opened her eyes, lips not too far from yours.

spider-woman!ellie who would jump from under you when two light knocks come from your locked bedroom door. you both turned toward the door before you'd climb off her thigh to open the door, where ellie wasn't in the frame.

"dad! hey is everything alright?" you'd say, looking back at ellie for a quick second before looking back at your dad. "yeah just thought i heard talking." he'd mutter, making the hairs on your skin shoot up. "anyways, your mother and i are headed to bed, you should probably do the same. good night."

you'd simply just nod your head, shut the door, and turn back to ellie, who is now standing by your bed. your eyebrows were drawn together as ellie stood there, the top half of her suit still unzipped.

spider-woman!ellie who would now feel embarrassed for showing up here at such an inappropriate time. she'd begin getting her mask and shoes back on and you'd stand across the room just watching her.

"what are you doing? you can't just go swing back outside. you're still bleeding." you'd say stepping back towards her.

"i shouldn't even came-" ellie stutters, but when you move to place a hand on her face, she immediately shuts up. you both fall silent just staring at each other.

spider-woman!ellie who would mutter a quick "fuck it" before smashing her lips against yours, making you let out a soft moan.

spider-woman!ellie who would smirk at the soft sounds you're making from her touch. she'd nudge you two back towards the bed, but yelp when you fall against her injured chest. you gasped and removed your lips quickly, lifting off her slightly. ellies head fell back onto the mattress laughing slightly, making you cover your mouth with your hand.

"oh my god, are you okay?!" you inquired, trying to lean off her, but ellie would wrap her hands around your hips, trapping you in place.

"i’m fine," she’d smile, looking at your face red with embarrassment. you'd hid your face into her neck, smiling. "but maybe we should take things a little slow, yeah?"

spider-woman!ellie who would clearly doesn't know what taking things slow means and no surprise to you, you don't either.

spider-woman!ellie who would swing by your house after every villain fight just to make out with you for hours after your first kiss. her suit would be unzipped, exposing her hard nipples poking out of her sports bra, while you remained fully clothed, rolling your hips slowly on her thigh.

you’d be in this position for what felt like forever before you’d try to take things to the next level, but ellie would quickly stop and make some silly excuse. "let’s wait til i take you out on a date." or "do you hear that?"

spider-woman!ellie who would insist on taking you swinging for your first date. you wanted to just go out to dinner and hang out back at your house, but when she convinces you to sing around the city then have a nice dinner on a high up building planned by non other than ellie williams, you can’t help but forget all about the boring dinner.

you guys chat for hours about anything, just enjoying each other’s presence before she’d swing you around once more.

spider-woman!ellie who would have her phone in her hands texting you mid battle. regardless of how much she could put herself in danger, she makes she to answer all your texts and calls.

"hey babe where are you right now?" you’d say then hear sirens and gun shots in the background. "ellie are you-" "nowhere babe! what’s up?”

spider-woman!ellie who would love doing the spiderman kiss with you regardless of where you were. you’d be walking down the street and shed pop out of nowhere upside down, tearing her mask up just above her mouth, ready for her kiss.

"you seriously need to stop popping up on me." you’d smile, stepping closer to her lips. ellie’s nose would scrunch in the cutest way before pressing her lips to yours. "i just miss you all the time."

spider-woman!ellie who would crawl into your arms just always wanting to feel you close because it tells her you are safe. she'd lay in your arms telling you about her day and the past bad guys she'd fought, while you rub her hair and tell her how much you love her.

spider-woman!ellie who would love the pet names. the moment you call her bug girl, she'll be crawling at your skin wanting you all to herself.

"careful bug girl.." you mumbled, as ellie's hands met the waistband of your sweats. her eyebrows raised at the pet name turning her on even more than the hot wet spot building in her boxers.

"what did you just call me?" she'd smirk, dipping her hands quicker down past your underwear. "bug girl." you replied, gasping when ellie's fingers found your core. "say that again." little did you know you'd be moaning the nickname the rest of the night.

spider-woman!ellie who would forever do anything that makes you happy and do whatever you want.

sigh. we all need a spider-woman!ellie.

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1d1195 · 19 days

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The Balcony Extra I

You can read the rest here: The Balcony

~2.2k words

This is the last update from the last round of voting. I'll have a new round of voting posted soon. I have some really fun ideas for the next set :)

Warnings: vomit/sick (it's not described, more so mentioned. But just to be sure.) I promise it's really not going to continue to be a theme with my writing. I just didn't know what to do with them tbh. I hope you enjoy--particularly this sweet anon who thought about them two years after I first wrote about them 😭💕

It was overwhelming and Harry swallowed watching as she mopped up his mess. He wanted to scoop her up and put tuck her into bed like the day he burst into the very apartment they were in now protecting her from her ex.

The balcony was still their favorite spot. Now that Harry had moved into her apartment officially, they only had one. There was something about having two, the will-they-won’t-they kind of vibe. When they shared Chinese food across the slatted posts or when she straddled the rail to get back into her place when Harry got home late. There were so many pieces that felt like they were missing now that they only had one. They put plants on tall tables (even a small lemon tree) to make a wall for their new neighbors.

They were squished when they were out there, two little seats and their space heater along with all the plants made for very little room. It was cozy and they loved it, but it was different. Working from home was different. Everything was different. Good. Perfect, even. But different.

It had been three years of their routines and schedules. Interrupted by weekend getaways, work trips, girl’s nights out, and family holidays. The sex was incredible as that very first time. She still did chores in an oversized shirt that barely covered her underwear. So, chores took twice as long when Harry noticed because he reminisced and thought back to the days when he was falling for her from afar (even if afar was just one little half wall between them).

Harry returned from the office and found her laptop open on the island while she continued cooking. She had been fighting a stomach bug, so it was good to see her cooking. Soup by the looks of it. Something so as not to upset her further.

“Hey kitten,” he called gently putting his keys on the table by the door and slipping his shoes off.

“Hi, Harry,” she sounded so sweet, so smiley. It was his favorite way to be greeted. “Sorry, guys, it’s dinner time,” she told her laptop. Harry blushed, feeling bad he interrupted her call unbeknownst to him and that he called her kitten in front of her students. “Check out the notes on Blackboard.”

Sorry! He mouthed.

She shook her head easily with a smile. She said her final goodbyes to the people on screen. Once her laptop was shut, he felt relief that he could freely chat with her. “I had extra office hours because I’ve been sick and out for the count,” she explained and turned back to the stove. “I told them I had to make something to eat at the same time or I would die so they also got my cooking show in addition to math help.”

Harry looked at the face of their fridge with a dry erase marker filling the silvery complexion with complicated equations that he didn’t understand. He snorted and she smiled shyly. “Sorry, I’ll clean it.”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “S’cute,” he assured her. It was. The way her brain worked, even thinking to draw on the fridge was adorable. It was so cute Harry wanted nothing more than to frame the door of the appliance and put it in the living room. He put his lunch Tupperware in the sink and turned back to her stirring the soup. “Y’okay?” He asked.

“Yup, only threw up once since this morning,” she sighed and shook her head. “I hope you don’t get sick.”

Harry didn’t even feel an inkling of feeling unwell. They had eaten the same foods for the last few days, so food poisoning didn’t seem suspicious either. “I think I’ll be alright,” he cupped her face and pressed his lips on her forehead. She didn’t feel warm or clammy. “Y’feel cool,” he murmured turning to the fridge and filled his water bottle from the spout.

She shook her head returning to stir the soothing mixture on the stove. “It’s so weird. I don’t feel sick until I’m actively sick, you know?” She shrugged. “Oh, well.”

It was hard to believe that two heavily educated people didn’t figure it out sooner. But the moment it popped into his head Harry gasped. He dropped his bottle, and the ice and water covered his socked feet. “Shit,” he whispered.

“I got it!” She hurried to the closet with their cleaning supplies. Harry picked up the ice cubes and tossed them into the sink. When she returned with the mop, Harry was staring at her. Like he had never seen her before. It wasn’t earthshattering for her. This moment. The moment he realized. It didn’t matter. He would have it for himself. This perfect, beautiful girl that he was so lucky to know...

So lucky to live with and be with and to have her worry about him.

He tried to refill the bottle, but he nearly overfilled it again, his hand getting wet. “You sure you’re not getting sick?” She asked dragging the mop over his feet playfully at the second, minor spill. He shook his head, swallowed.

“No, sorry. Distracted.”

“I got dinner covered, you can go lounge if you want,” she smiled sweetly. “I was laying down most of the day. I feel like a bum. I was thinking about going to the gym after I eat just to feel productive.”

Harry shook his head. He didn’t want her lifting anything, didn’t want her running on the treadmill, or stepping on the stepper. “Y’don’t need to, kitten. M’jus...” he trailed off. He didn’t know if he was right, it was an assumption. “Jus’ a little tired. But y’should sit,” he suggested. “Y’don’t feel well.”

She shrugged. “I feel alright now. I feel lazy.” Harry didn’t want to tell her that growing another human inside her was the least lazy thing she could do. As far as he was concerned, she could do nothing for the next nine months. His eyes dropped to her stomach briefly, like it would suddenly round with the baby he suspected was forming. She didn’t notice.

He was adamant. “Y’not lazy,” he assured her. “Why don’t—”

“Here taste this,” she held a spoonful of the soup out. “Does it need more salt?” She asked. With his gaze locked on her eyes, he let her feed him.

“S’good,” he promised.

She tilted her head at him. Her eyebrows pinching together. “You sure you’re okay?” She repeated.

He nodded. Trying to remember everything about the moment. She didn’t know, he did. It was surreal. There was going to be a little one that looked like him, looked like her. They were going to be parents and she didn’t even know. “M’okay.”

She shrugged and grabbed two bowls out of the cabinet and then returned the broom to the closet. Harry grabbed the edges of the island counter and took a deep breath. They would have to abandon the apartment. The balcony. It was going to be hard, but it would be so worth it.

How did she not know?

When she returned, she ladled soup into the bowls and handed Harry his before she situated herself on the stool behind the sink. “Do we have any plans this weekend?”

Making a baby registry? Telling his mum? Finding a house and decorating a nursery? “Nothing comes t’mind, kitten,” he murmured sitting beside her.

“Louis was wondering. He wants to go out and drink or something.”

“Uh...” he swallowed. “M’not really in a drinking mood.”

“You’re not in a drinking mood?” She repeated. “You know you’re not going to be in a drinking mood three days from now?” She asked. “Harry,” she rolled her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He took a deep breath and turned to her. “Do y’think y’might be pregnant?” He asked.

She dropped her spoon back into her soup and spun to face him as well. Their knees bumped together. “Am I what?”

“Well...y’don’t feel well. But only when y’actively don’t feel well. Then...I don’t remember y’having bad cramps since June,” he reminded her. It was over two months ago. “I don’t feel sick,” he told her.

He watched her pretty face and now wild eyes process all Harry’s logical assumptions. She jumped from the stool and ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. He followed her immediately. Knocked gently. “Kitten?” He asked nervously. “Are y’okay?”

She didn’t answer.

“Kitten?” He repeated knocking again. He hadn’t anticipated a negative reaction. She wanted kids. They both did. They talked about it many times over. “Baby?” He hummed. “Can y’tell me if y’okay? Need something?”

“I just...” she sounded scared. “I just need a minute.”

“Okay, okay,” he nodded; nerves made sense. “Are you alright?”

She didn’t respond for a moment. “I don’t know.”

“Can you open the door?” His voice started to hitch, worry plaguing him immediately. Poor thing.

“I’m peeing on a stick, Harry. Please just...” she sighed. Frustration was heavy in her tone. He was surprised she already had a pregnancy test there. He would have to ask about that later.

“Kitten,” he gently tried the door, but it was locked. “What’s—”

“Harry, I just need a minute!”

He stepped back from the door and leaned against the opposite wall. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited silently. He heard her sigh repeatedly. The shuffle of her perhaps pacing the small bathroom floor. The sound of the toilet flushing. More moments that he would memorize for eternity.

The three minutes felt like hours. He wanted to see her, wanted to know what was wrong. A timer went off from inside the bathroom. He pushed off the wall and she opened the door holding the plastic stick out to him. “I can’t look.”

“Kitten,” he frowned grabbing it from her and sticking it in his pants pocket without looking. “What’s wrong?” Harry was still in his suit pants. No jacket. The sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was so pretty. It was unfair. She kept her eyes at his feet. Still damp from his water spill.

“You have to look,” she whispered.

“I will, but y’have t’tell me what’s wrong, kitten. Y’making me nervous.”

“We’d have to move,” tears welled in her eyes.

“So?”

“So?” She sniffed. “This is where we fell in love. It’s where we had sex for the first time. That balcony is more important to me than the entire square footage of this place in total.”

“Kitten,” he frowned.

“Don’t you care—”

“Baby,” he shook his head. Before she could finish her question, he pulled her toward him. He was gentle as he squeezed her, fearful of the baby being squished between them. “Of course I care ‘bout that.”

“Then—”

“Kitten,” he tutted. “We’ll get a house with a balcony. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll make sure y’have whatever y’want. Y’can’t be sad ‘bout that.”

She sniffled more, only solidifying Harry’s assumption without even looking at the test in his pocket. “But this is...” she sniffled. “I love it here.”

“I love it too, kitten. But we need more room if we have a baby. A lot of babies.”

She frowned, pulled from him slightly. He wiped his thumbs below her eyes to rid her of the wet tears that soaked her cheeks. “You must think I’m ridiculous,” she pressed her forehead against his body again. He wrapped his arms around her again.

“No more than usual,” he chuckled into her hair and reached for the test in his pocket. He looked at it over her shoulder and smirked. Returned it back to his pocket.

“What’s it say?” She mumbled into his shirt.

“I love you,” he kissed the top of her head.

“It definitely doesn’t say that.”

“Y’don’t think your pee could love me?”

“Harry!” she pinched his sides at his silliness.

“Say it back, first.”

“It’s going to be really unfair that you knew I was pregnant before I did,” she grumbled.

He pushed her away again just far enough to meet her gaze. He smiled at her, that lazy smile he had about him that made her blood warm throughout her body. She forgot why she was grumpy with him. Even if it wasn’t that serious. She already knew what the test said in the pit of her stomach. The swing of her mood flipping like a switch. His expression was soft. Like he was holding a crystal vase from the seventeen hundreds and if he looked at it too hard it would break. “Say it,” he whispered.

It was like she wasn’t in control of her own voice or movements. Not that she didn’t want to say it. She did. All the time. So, it was easy to whisper, “I love you.”

For the third time he pulled her back to him and kissed the top of her head. “We’ll have t’see if we can find a baby swing for the balcony.”

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moonlight-tmd · 6 months

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sorry bout the confusion with your head canon with bee and au! it's a really nice head canon that Imma take lmao /hj

I can imagine that he doesn't like singing in front of others cause of what happened back in boot camp, where he softly sang to himself and wasp or Ironhide mocked him for it for a solid week. so now he just gets reminded of that whenever the topic of his singing voice comes up, which just makes him anxious and scared.

but that's just my take lol, it's funny how this whole thing started out with sari convincing him to play that karaoke game with her. and she bugs him about it for a few minutes before dropping it in favor of another game to play (while also slightly noticing he's kinda uncomfortable with that specific topic).

and tbh, because of your head canon whenever I hear lullabies I think of bee softly singing a lullaby to sari when her dad first disappeared to calm her down, not too loud for others to hear but loud enough to lure sari to sleeo

Hah, feel free to adopt it!

Tbh this one branches out from the headcanon that Bee was raised in a bad orphanage on Cybertron. (see this post but exclude the 2nd part)

Since he was branded the bad child by the much abusive and strict manager at that time, he' would'd often spend time alone in time out. Since he was the oldest in the facility, other sparklings picked on him and mocked him, which resulted in him being excluded from socializing.

He was pretty artistic at that time, he'd use some leftover crayons to use the walls of the room he spend the time out in as a diary. He often talked to himself, the drawings and the one plush toy he managed to snatch and hide. He played with the trash laying around and found comfort in singing. Whenever he was feeling really bad he'd quietly sing to himself, but then some kid overheard and made fun of him so he never sang unless he was alone.

Bee doesn't remember why he's was anxious about singing but he does remember Ironhide mocking him about it the one time he was humming to himself while working.

Sari, being a 10 year old kid, would be persistent of course, but she'd eventually give up after trying to convince Bee for 10 minutes straight. She heard him sing once and she wants to hear it again.

When her dad disappeared she basically moved in with the Autobots- after they got a renovation crew to go fix some of the human-sized rooms for her to live in. She was crying almost every night, one time she had a nightmare and Bee was the one to watch over her that night because the others were doing something out in town; he comforted her and sang her a lullaby.

She didn't care about the fact she won and Bee was singing, she just laid there listening as Bee's soothing voice and a servo rubbing her back lulled her to sleep. If the others came back at that time and overheard him, they didn't mention it.

Also i'm glad you do! X3 Ever since i thought about that this could be a thing, everytime i hear a song by Ed Sheeran or Shawn Mendes or anyone with a voice similar to them i think Bee is singing it.

#tfa bumblebee #tfa #maccadam #ask box #tfa headcanons

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insectoidvoid · 2 years

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Attempting to put words to my otherheartedness

I've been thinking about the post regarding how difficult it is to explain what being otherhearted is like. And well, I guess I like a bit of a challenge. I'd also like to attempt to convey my experiences for the sake of anyone trying to figure out if they're otherhearted or not. While otherheartedness is broad and not everyone will experience it like me, I always think it's helpful to have people to compare notes with when questioning.

I'm going to focus on my spider hearttype for this post, for simplicity's sake. I might make another post about my fictional hearttype at a later date. I might not. Idk.

This is kinda long, so I'm putting it under a cut.

There are two main sentiments that I hold that led me to the label spiderhearted:

I feel a familial attachment to spiders

I feel I am a spider-themed person

On point 1:

I feel a maternal instinct towards spiders - something I notably thought I lacked entirely before I realized that the term could apply to other things besides human children. My brain registers basically every spider as my wonderful little child. I'm proud of them for being their spidery selves. I love them so much. Just looking at them brings me joy and comfort.

There is some nuance to this attachment because I feel it while also still seeing and appreciating them as a part of nature. So, it's not upsetting to me to see a tarantula hawk doing its thing or a bird hunting a spider or whatever. That's part of the spider's role in the ecosystem. It's important.

However, it is extremely upsetting to me when spiders are killed for no good reason by people. I don't even want to ever hear about it. It's also upsetting to hear people insulting them in general. I've blocked people just for calling them gross (and I'm not sorry about it).

On point 2:

This is definitely related to one of my kintypes (Widowmaker from Overwatch), but it plays into my otherheartedness in a big way as well.

You know how a lot of fictional characters have an animal as a motif, while still being human/humanoid themselves? I see myself as someone with a spider motif.

And I certainly enjoy presenting myself in this way. I like wearing spider-themed accessories and clothes. (Contrast this to the gear I have for my kintypes, where my aim is to literally look like that species or character instead. I don't have a shirt with a satyr on it, I have well-made costume horns and goat legs.)

And this applies online, too. My main handle is SpiderQueenPC. On sites I don't use as much, it's usually spidergoth.

I just really want people to associate me with spiders, basically. I'm spider-adjacent. That's part of my self-perception right alongside literally being certain species and characters.

On the surprise point 3 that I didn't list above because I don't consider it as crucial as the first 2:

I have some spidery traits. And by this, I mean a couple of things. The first one is pretty direct: I want to eat bugs. Not in the "I hate this animal so I want to eat it" internet comment way. (As I'm sure you can guess, I love bugs in general.) I just... don't see them as necessarily not-food the way most people do. Eating fried mealworms or whatever seems just as normal to me as eating a hamburger.

(Please don't derail this post by starting discourse about meat consumption in the notes. Please.)

The second one is metaphorical. I'm an illustrator. A professional one, now, but I've always drawn as a hobby. Throughout my entire life I have pursued this form of creativity out of what I can only describe as sheer instinct. I can point to inspirations for why I draw the way I do, but drawing in general? That's just innate to me, like eating and breathing. And I see spiders as a good metaphor for this. They, too, create out of instinct.

Conclusion:

Otherheartedness is multi-faceted and a little odd and that's what's lovely about it. I'm not sure how much this admittedly somewhat rambly post really conveys the experience, but at least I can say I tried. I encourage other folks in the otherhearted community to give it a go too, if you want to. Thanks for reading.

#otherhearted #otherkith #alterhuman #animalhearted #spiderhearted #♥#🕸

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yoo could i ask for a playlist for a tallulah qsmp fictive mayhaps? she has an insatiable hunger for music it's frightening (/silly) ,, she likes soundtracks (child of light is her current fav), stuff like the oh hellos/cavetown/bears in trees, and generally cozy sorta feeling songs, plus anything lullaby-ey if that makes sense :] hope u guys are well! sorry this is a tad long or vague hhaha -–🔉🌠

hello! Admittedly I rushed this a bit I’m not as sure about these as I was about 🌾🪶 Phil’s but I took a swing we’ll see if I missed later I guess. I tried to include as many artists as possible so you have plenty of people to look through since you said she was a bit insatiable when it came to music! I did phone in the last few songs like the lullaby-eque ones. yeah again this was a bit of a mess on my end. Though I have been writing down songs for this for a while I didn't have an easy time narrowing down things as to what I wanted to include so at this point I've just thrown my hands in the air and declared it done now. Sorry if the playlist is messy or unsatisfactory.

Art used is by @/sallomezz on tumblr and can be found here!

Hope you find something to enjoy on the playlist or in my bonus ramblings below! -phil

okay so I kinda cheated my self imposed rule of one song per artist but in my defense I couldn’t choose between Moonlight and Paperwork… They’re my two favorite Fish in a Birdcage songs and I thought both were kinda fitting so oh well both of them are there.

Anywho I could go on and on and on about how I was this close to fighting myself to the death (<- hyperbolic) over this. Let's just get to other recommendations I didn't put on for one reason or another.

Starting with musicians I put on there but didn't include a song from for whatever reason:

Myxrite! My personal favorite song Now and Again doesn't look like its on Spotify at all so uh yeah I'm linking it here because I like it a lot.

Bug Hunter is on there too but he's currently in the top ten of my favorite musicians so yeah here's more suggestions! Go With The Flow and Listen to Your Mom pretty high up there in terms of my favorite songs. Making Up Words is one of my favorites lyrically (though I must say that Disco in the Panic Room is up there too), and of course I have to mention Try My Best and Slow Burn because I keep using lyrics from them to inspire drawings (that I'll never post anywhere online). Okay fuck I need to move on before I link literally every single one of his songs lol

Same as Bug Hunter, The Narcissist Cookbook is up there in terms of my favorite musician + he put the MOTH album (one of his old ones that wasn't on on youtube yet) on youtube recently so he's been in my head a lot. Ghost Stories and UNWELCOME GUESTS (warning: unwelcome guests starts with a phone ringing noise idk my friends always get surprised by it so I'm just gonna mention it in case) are rahgjagh they are so good they exist in my head rent free

Madilyn Mei has been on loop in my head cause a friend of mine. Anyway Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) and Sleeping in the Kitchen. just live in my brain now because of them lol

The actual recommendations that aren't just more songs from folk on the playlist already:

I Fight Dragons! I fucking love them! Their music tends to have techy/8-bit noises and they're a bit more on the rock side of things but their stuff is really good! Good Morning Sunlight and Oh The Places You'll Go... They are the most <3 to me forever... Sunny Afternoon too... God I love IFD I need to make my friends listen to them with me more

If you like IFD you may also like Jonathan Coulton or the portal song guy as my friends know him lol. Nobody Loves You Like Me or Now I Am an Arsonist or really anything from the Artificial Heart Album is always my go to for showing people besides the songs from Portal (Still Alive and Want You Gone) that my friends know.

Similar to IFD, a lot of Going Spaceward's songs have techy noise in the like proper releases, but his youtube has a lot of acoustic versions of his songs that don't have those. His covers are good but really most of his music is just funky. Uh since I will absolutely not narrow this down in any timely fashion I'm just going to link the entire Can You Hear It Album and uh Count Past 23.

Joseph Dubay is a musician I only got into like a few months ago but I really like his stuff, kinda similar vibes to what i was going for with this playlist but a lot of his songs just didnt fit the vibe so I didn't feel like adding them. That being said I am obliged to tell absolutely everyone I talk about music with to listen to Pastel Goth and 4evr so yeah.

Completely different vibe but San Fermin may be of interest to y'all! Astronaut and The Woods are the ones I listen to most from them but everything about their music just scratches the brain itch for me. Their stuff is indie rock which is kinda in the genres of the bands you mentioned!

A bit of a different suggestion but since you mentioned her liking soundtracks AZALI might be a cool youtube channel to check out! They make short songs in FL Studio and idk I'll be honest I don't listen to soundtracks or things like you mentioned in that part of your ask but I do listen to every upload AZALI makes and I think they're all pretty neat. The songs are all like a minute or two long but I like to just put them on loop when I'm writing. Truth, Violence, Warmth is my go to for writing for this specific project, but Mechanical God was how I found their channel and I'm just fond of City of Shattered Glass so there those three are my suggestions.

#phil posts #sbi asks #playlists #qsmp fictive #tallulah fictive #🔉🌠 anon #somethings might be a bit messed up wrote this while half asleep haha #if anything is messed up I'll fix it when I wake up -phil

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anotherworldash · 1 year

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(TW : SLANDER ...towards me awww ouch 😞🥺😭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂)

A chronically online loser out there is defaming me for my ships , she wrote it all while STILL posting MY drawings in her profile 😌 (all because I ship a 18 x 27 yo. How do I know this? a friend told me turned out her NOTP is one of my OTPs... )

People who have followed me knew I liked other ships too, not always problematic ones. I'm just having fun with character dynamics and create possible scenarios between them. So let's see what's this about:

It's true that

✅I support "fictional-is-not-reality" tumblr

✅I confessed to have interest in FICTIONAL pedo contents (KILLUA X ILLUMI. KILLUA X MACHI and GON X HISOKA anyone? )

But, it's not true that:

❌ I support MAPS or REAL-LIFE pedophilia (I detest any kind of cruelty, especially pedophilia. And as you can see, "fiction-is-not-reality": Cartoons characters are just drawings lol. And we're in subfandom anyway. Subfandom was never meant to be consumed by mainstream audiences. DLDR Don't like don't read.)

❌ I wrote pedo fics. No. I didn't write one. I haven't yet written a Killumachi or Illukillu fics yet! Unfortunately, this person was referring to KuroNeo, which isn't pedophilia at all (Neon was 17-18 and this person was supposed to say Ephebophilia... Which, again,I support when it's portrayed in fictional subfandom works. Age gaps yay!

Sorry hun, but you gotta improve your vocabulary before stating blantant lie about someone)

We're in a fandom so consume your fictional contents responsibly. I could create 10.000 fucked up fics and art, and I would not be affected by it in a slighest. But you? If you feel swayed to support pedo ships(WHEN IT'S NOT EVEN PEDO) after seeing fanworks of them, you are fucking delusional. I suggest you to see a psychologist, go out more and make some friends!!!

In conclusion. Girl if you read this, you better stop being chronically online. Get a life, life is not cartoon!

I'm so dissapointed because after all the defamation she wrote, she still use MY DRAWINGS. If she wanna stop being associated with me, then fucking delete them. I really don't give a fuck if she's a antis or mantis or whatever bugs are out there. Do your own thing, mind your own headcanons. Stop being hypocrite and spreading blantant lies about me!!!!

ISTG How can you hate me while still admiring my beauty(ful drawing) ??? I know my arts are beautiful, but what a fucking hypocrite 😞. Anyway I might message her one day, but I don't have an ig profile, and it's too much work to create one. Plus she's not important lol so I'm just gonna defend myself here.

(BTW don't try to calm me. I know this person doesn't care at all about real children. She just hate my OTP, so she's looking for excuses to defame me and KuroNeo, aaaaah so classic )

PS: I did say to all my friends I don't mind repost but this??????seriously????? A repost just to defame the artist herself????

#antiship on action #YA KNOW I DONT CARE IF YOU HATE MY OTP OR WHAT #JUST MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS AND OTPS #AND STOP USING MY DRAWINGS #I did say to all my friends I don't mind repost but this??????seriously????? A repost just to defame the artist herself????

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lightvsdark18 · 2 years

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After spring break, Grim and Alice needed a place to stay while their dorm was being repaired. So, she asked the dorm leaders about allowing them to stay at their dorm for a week each.

Heartslabyul

Alice was given a dorm uniform and drew a star on her cheek, but Riddle told her to choose from one of the four suits. She stated a star suit exists and since she's not a official card soldier she should have something different from the card soldiers to symbolize that, her as the star and Grim as the joker. He was convinced. (Grim got a red bow.)

Slept in the middle of Ace and Deuce's room. She bought an air mattress from Sam.

She liked how neat but crazy the place looked. Walking through the front yard of the dorm during the night was her favorite.

Ace and Deuce had fun joking and teasing Alice and Grim during their stay.

Riddle and her spent time in the dorm's lounge and talked about their interests.

Cater invited her to cafes and took pictures of the desserts she ordered like promised. She asked him what he wanted to take a picture of and decided that way.

She found Trey in the kitchen when she was looking for a snack and started a conversation with each other, leading to her asking for recipes from him to try out when she returns to her dorm.

Grim had in trouble with Riddle a few times.

Savanaclaw

Leona complained about getting her a uniform because he had to make the bean necklace before she arrived. Had to wear the bandana around her neck to cover the low part of the collar. Grim wore a bandana.

Plain bedroom, no real details. Grim hid in the closet and surprised her.

The lounge was her favorite because it felt relaxing. Didn't like the heat, but that quickly changed from the Fairy Gala.

Ruggie pushed her into the pool and Jack yelled at him.

Found Leona napping and just sat next to him to draw. In the middle of sketching, his arms wrapped around her waist and couldn't break free from his grip, (he knew what he was doing).

Trained with Jack during her stay, but did light workout compared to his.

She had to protect Grim from the students when he angered them.

Slept in Leona's bed during the Fairy Gala... with Grim in between them every time.

Octavinelle

Time to get fancy. She felt pretty good in their uniform and tipped her hat to her friends. A little hat and scarf for Grim. (I want the shoes, Alice give me yours.)

Simple and plain bedroom. Floyd tried to break into her room one night but found the door was locked. Still got the chance to flop on top of her and crush her with his body weight.

Trying to survive a week with the Sus Trio. She did like the feel of the dorm and how mysterious it looks at night. She likes the ocean, but the trio don't need to know that.

Did fall asleep on the couch one night and the twins found her. Azul, fortunately, was gracious enough to save her from them.

Cater took pictures of her in the uniform because aesthetic and she later posted them on her Magicam.

Floyd pulled her out of the dorm to go swimming and pulled her along like a rug doll.

Jade and her talked about gemstones, stuff from the sea, and the literal jade she had back home.

Found a tired Azul one night and gave him a mom hug when he asked.

The twins teased and scared Grim a few times during their stay and the cat would cling onto her leg out of fear. (I'm sorry, but I can't protect you from them.)

Scarabia

Alice was stuck in this dorm during winter break and needed clothes, so she already had this dorm's uniform in her closet. Kalim made a new bow for Grim.

There was a small vase of flowers on the desk. Cute.

The vibes were good from Kalim's positive energy to the delicious food. She enjoyed herself. What she didn't like was the heat, but I'm from Florida so I can deal.

She asked Jamil for recipes because her food is bland and not creative, watching and taking notes while he made dinner and explained.

Freaked Jamil out while telling him the story about the bugs in her parents' house like the big spider on her ceiling when she woke up one afternoon, roaches crawling everywhere.

Going to the Camp Vargas with Jamil.

Had a heart to heart conversation with Kalim one late night.

Grim often fell asleep shortly after dinner and had to be carried to their bedroom.

Pomefiore

She was able to keep the uniform as a gift from Rook for helping, Vil just had to get her the dorm shoes and a mini version of the robe for Grim.

The room had an apple pillow on the bed and a vase of flowers on the desk.

The elegant and graceful atmosphere was nice.

Surprised Vil with her keeping the promise she made to him. But it didn't stop him from complaining and lecturing her on different things.

Grim got in trouble with Vil a lot, and she would just glare at Vil when he annoyed her.

Vil kissed her face in the lounge. Rook teased her about it while Grim was confused.

Epel and her spoke in their accents when it was just the two of them. She jokingly responded in her southern accent and apologized shortly after, but Epel seemed surprise and gave a small chuckle.

Went to the second part of the Camp Vargas.

Rook took her through the garden and chatted about themselves.

Vil pulled her into his room to do her hair and make-up because why not.

Ignihyde

After coming back to the school, Ortho requested she stays in Ignihyde to ensure her health is doing okay and can assist her if needed. The jacket makes sound when you purposely rub the sleeves against it. Another bow for the cat.

The entrance was a bit spooky, but the inside looks cool as hell. The bedroom was, once again, simple and plain.

Was told the students here aren't social and keep to themselves, so she kept her distance and had to continuously tell Grim to leave them be.

Often spent time with Ortha and got called "Big Sis" a few times by him.

Watched some anime and played games with Idia. He did get shy at her hanging out with him in his room and got slightly comfortable around her. Ortho eased some tension.

Grim got mad when he lost a game and pouted against her arm.

Had a heart to heart with Idia one night.

Diasomnia

She thought since she stayed in every dorm, why not stay in the last dorm. Malleus pouted at her for denying him her collarbones in the uniform. A hat and jacket for the boy.

Spooky place. The bedroom had a flower on the pillow.

Got cuddle by Malleus almost every night. I mean, Malleus was around her the most and often sat together and talked.

Teased Sebek for acting cute and laughed when he tried to deny his cuteness.

Grim was spooked by the place and clung onto her leg often.

Silver saw Malleus entering her room at night and told her in the morning he's happy for them and wishes them a good future together. "I'm glad you and my lord finally becoming a official." "Me and Malleus aren't dating!"

#twisted wonderland #Alice #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst grim #written work

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the-forest-breathez · 1 year

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DOODLE DUMP BECAUSE I HAVE NOT ACTUALLY DRAWN ANY ACTUAL ART PIECES IN A WHILE :D

These ⬇️ were over the span of about a week, and I finished it just a day or 2 ago !!

I drew these ⬇️ last month in aprilll?? I think?

I kinda just worked on it whenever I didn't have any other inspiration which is why there isn't too much

I also want to rant about these and the process n stuff a little bit so I am going to :)

Making the first one I started redrawing old stuff from a sketchbook (the person in the pretty dress, person in the sweater), and then I got distracted watching qsmp vods and drew Dapper and Juanaflipa!!

It was the first time I drew them not as eggs (so they might look totally different next time I draw them sorryyy) and it was super fun !!!! Im working on drawing all the qsmp eggs but it's not gonna be done for a bit since I am also not caught up on whats going on

the last stream I saw was a few days after the Brazilian members crashed and now I hear of France?? Idk but I'll prob try to catch up this week and finish the drawing soon :)

Also all the nature !!!! Literally my favorite thing to draw ever. I could just sit by a plant and draw it and never get bored

Sadly there are not many plants near my house so I might just have to go into the woods and look for cool plants to draw this summer heheheee oh nooo if it's the only way I guess... I just have no other option than going into the awesome woods with the nature and no other people and loud music in my headphones 😔 /sar Im so excited ajauvsv

THAT WASNT EVEN ABOUT THE PROJECT SORRY I always get distracted and ramble when talking about art (I am not going to stop doing this though its so fun!!)

Nowww about the project art,

Short version, these little sillies are being included because when I actually start the project in a few years I wanna look back on this and see how my art improved and how the story changed!

LONG VERSION...

"the project" as I've been calling it, is a goal of mine in life to create something emotional and meaningful that matters to people and can maybe help someone feel less alone :)

It is not that right now though ! At the moment it's just an idea since I don't really have the resources or skills to make it the way I would want to, but these sketches and stuff help me keep track of the idea while I get ready to make the thing

I have some papers with project stuff that I might post if anyone seems really interested in the project as it is right now (they are messy and hard to understand so I don't currently plan on uploading them anywhere)but if not I will likely just keep quietly working on it :3 and I'm definitely gonna change up a few things !! Some things on that page may not even make it into the actual project 👁️👁️

That's all I have until I draw more ! :P (also if you read all that you r automatically very cool and nice and you get 🪲 🐛🐜🐞 bugs :) /pos bug s good)

BYEEE :D

#art #drawing #traditional art

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seven-thewanderer · 8 months

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Okay so since idk how much of today I'll be able to spend as a "final day before I'm gone for 2 whole months (and then return for just a week & disappear again" imma do some stuff I wanted to do later today

but instead early today

So firsty, since this is a very important part, I love all of you!!! Of course platonically, but I still love you all!! I feel like you guys have been there for me plenty while I was here, and all the friends I made I'm happy to have made them!! Sure, I lost some friends (kinda), and I'm sad about that, but I just hope those friends are having amazing times still!!! But still, to the friends I still have, and also to the followers (since I feel like I don't type it enough but it's still true:), I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!

And then the second thing (which isn't as important but I still wanna list it):

Since I'll be gone, if there's peeps who still wanna see my stuff, but there won't be an update to my blog since I'll be gone, here are some main tags that I use:

Random Post This tag is for when I just say stuff that's random, like this for example. So kinda little rambles from me, but they don't often have art with it

My Art This tag's more main than the Random Post tag (idk why I didn't do this one first), but it has all of my art, even from my first(?) ever post!! Though you could go all the way back, you don't really have to, as it has things like when I drew Sun & Moon as pokemon, my first ever drawings of my Sun & Moon Bug AU (which to me it did not look that good back then), my FNAF(SB) Parts & Service ocs (Known as Pax & Simon) who I never drew again (I will at some point trust me-), some old Sun & Moon designs, and even my old intro!! So it's kinda like a memory lane if you think about it, buuut it's a long lane so you don't have to XD

Random Reblog + Random Art Reblog These are my reblog tags!! One is mainly just for random reblogs, and the other is just for art reblogs, which can include drawings, paintings, music, and I'm pretty sure photography (i don't remember exactly what I reblogged but I'm pretty sure I reblogged photography at least once w/ the random art reblog tag). Again, these would be long scrolls, so you wouldn't have to go through all of em

Important Reblog + Important These tags are for important things, and things that either I find as helpful for others to know, things that I believe are important, things that aren't important but I've listed as important (which I think I've done that at least 3 times and I'm sorry), and things that others say are important so I just list em as important. That last one's the most common. Most of the time I'll tag things with both tags, but sometimes I tag things just with the important tag, and less commonly I'll reblog it with just the important reblog tag.

Now not as main tags:

Tag Game This one i don't know if I tag tag games as that oftenly, so if I do, then this tag'll lead to those I did tag as such.

Asks (+ Ask Game) This is for when I get asks (that's the asks tag), and also for when I see an ask game & hope to get asks for that (both the asks tag & ask game tag). However, I don't always get asks, or at least I don't get them as often as I see/assume others do, but there's 4 invisible ones in my inbox that I'm still sorry about not being able to see... (also I know I can just change what I said, but imma leave the last part & add that I actually have more asks than I thought I did, I just never looked at them all collectively before, so thanks to all of you that sent asks!! <3)

Sun & Moon AUs (+ that one SAMS AU) This tag is mainly for the Sun & Moon related AUs I have (one of which being a Sun and Moon Show AU if I'm not mistaken), but it includes ones like my Bug! AU (which was once just tagged as Bug AU), Slime! AU, Pastry! AU, Celestial Bard! AU, Lost! AU, Witch! AU, Celestial Inn! AU, Toyshop! AU, Celestial Tasks! AU (also called RPG! AU), Fortune Teller! AU, Unisatyr! AU, and specifically for the SAMS AU tag, Different! AU (which we do not talk about Different! AU cus I honestly forgot I even made it until just now XD)

Treats! AU This tag, which sadly didn't get too much stuff made for it, is a tag for a QSMP Au I randomly was doing, where everyone was a form of treat/snack. I wish I got more time on it, but for now there is a little bit of ideas sitting there for it

Clowns This tag should be avoided if you have a fear of clowns, but this is the tag for my clown ocs from a little circus I made up known as Bunzy's circus!! Of course Bunzy's the ring master, but there's more characters (who do not have names yet), who are a Clown Rat, a Clown Dog, a Clown Cat, a Clown Bear (who is a teddy bear), and a Clown Spider

My Ocs This tag is for ocs of mine. There's not really much to it, it's just my ocs.

Sona/Sonas These tags are for my different Sonas, like Seven (the main Sona of this blog), Silly, Tabby (who currently has been listed as dead), Chromey, Swii, Phon, and that Pirahna Plant sona I never got the chance to draw again (they never got a tag specific to them but they're known as Berry). There's technically another Sona, but they never got a tag on this blog, as they're the sona for my side blog, which I'll bring up later

rant this is a tag I prefer to forget, but it is a tag, so I will not ignore it. This is for the chance that I rant about something, which I don't like to rant about stuff that happens for me. So this could be a tag to avoid if yall want (there's only like... 4 posts? But still)

💖/<3 These tags are hard to follow, but these are tags for when I heart something a lot. It's like a show of affection. The <3 tag was more of a backup when I couldn't put the sparkle heart emojis, but now they both coexist. There's mainly more than one, but sometimes there's just 1 (idk how to work this one, so I guess just try & slightly up the amount of hearts to find other tags? idk sorry...)

Extra tags:

I'm not gonna link these ones, but these are tags that I've drawn stuff for, but aren't really special tags of mine, and this includes tags like:

FNAF (Five Night's at Freddy's)

AAF (Andy's Apple Farm)

Fandroid/Fandroid the Musical Robot

QSMP

TWOMP (The World of Mr Plant)

Gen Loss (Generation Loss)

Diep.Io

Rainworld

SAMS (Sun and Moon Show)

Deltarune

Undertale

Roblox T2D/Roblox T2D DCO (Roblox Try to Die/Roblox Try to Die DCO)

Cookie Run

Sussy Schoolgrounds

Pokemon (+ Fakemon)

Now some of these I only did once (TWOMP, Diep.Io, Rainworld, Undertale, Roblox T2D, and Fakemon), but some got at least 2 or more (Fandroid, Deltarune, Pokemon, and Sussy Schoolgrounds got just 2 I think)

But yeah, I think that gets the tags outta the way now

Now as an extra thing to bring up, I do have a side blog, which is specifically for a lil thing I made/am working on...

...and it's about a little furry(?) species I made called Floserds!!

however

Please don't just go & follow the blog because it's my side blog, I mainly just want that blog to be followed if it's because someone's actually interested in that species idea I made.

But as a summary, it's a species of flower (and herb) cows called Floserds (Flos is latin for Flower, if im not mistaken, and the -erds part is just the word herds without the h), and most of the info I've worked on/am working on is on that blog

That blog's also run by my fursona, Chamomile, who is a Floserd!!

But yeah that blog's known as @floserd-theflowercows, and you could technically follow it, but only if you're actually interested in the concept, not just due to association

But yeah I guess this might be it, and if I get the chance to say goodbye before I have to go, then I'll say goodbye, let you guys know that I love you (which I do) (platonically), and then either link back to this post, or just copy + paste the important stuff

But yeah in case this post is really my goodbye (for now), then I love you all, I'll miss you, and I'll (assumably) see you guys again in November!!!!!

💖

#Seven's 5th Vanishing #(yes I've stuck to calling it that btw)#but yeah I'll miss you all!!!#And don't worry I will see you all again!!!#at around #like #the week of Thanksgiving I think?#I'm pretty sure idk XD #But I love you all!!#And until we meet again!!!#💖#(I'm not gonna pin this #but imma most likely leave it as the most recent pin)#(unless I get the chance to say goodbye right before I go XD)

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masterwords · 2 years

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shark infested waters

Summary: Mr. Scratch did a real number on Hotch. (Jessica does her best with what she's got.)

Warnings: hospital, memory loss, seizure, blood, vomit

Pairings: none

Words: 4.7k

Notes: This story is pure chaos, like Hotch's poor scrambled brain after Scratch. It's not all mean, but it's definitely not nice. A lot of hurt with some very nice Queen Jessica Brooks comfort. I have so many different ideas for how the aftermath of Scratch might play out, this is just one of them.

Read on AO3: shark infested waters

They never warned her, not really.

She'd get a text from someone, Rossi or JJ usually drawing the short straw, but they never gave her much to go on. “Hotch got a little banged up on this case,” it'd say, and she would wonder if he was coming home with a black eye, stitches or post-op care instruction and a six-week medical leave. It was anyone's guess really. The last time it happened, he had a deep purple bruise on his jaw and a pleasant outcome to tell them about. But then, not long before that, there was him collapsing in the conference room and she couldn't remember the exact wording Rossi had used but it definitely did not convey the seriousness of the situation, she remembered that clear as day.

“He's a little out of it,”JJ's text read, and all Jessica could do was wait to see what that meant. Every so often she would read the words again, wondering when he'd come walking in or if he'd be carried in. “Keep an eye on him.”

Jack was already in bed by the time she heard his keys fumbling in the door while she lay curled up on the couch in her kitten pajamas with a new book. She let her book drop slightly, inclining her head toward the door to listen. The key scraped against the lock, metal on metal, until she couldn't stand it and got up to let him in. The sight of him there startled her, blood stains deep maroon against the stark white of his collar. “Aaron?”

He stared through her; his brows pinched together in pained confusion. Too long, he stared into space for too long and in the low light she could see how black his eyes were. All pupils. Concussion, and by the looks of it, completely untreated. Unsurprising; she could see the pain in his features. “Yeah,” he whispered, giving his head the smallest shake and almost appearing to snap out of some trance. He finally looked at her. “Sorry. Long day.”

Her knowing scowl told him she didn't believe him, and he didn't push it, just stood there like he wasn't sure what the next step was. Or if he wanted to be there. Or if he should be there...what if he was still susceptible to Scratch's delusions? What if he was dangerous? His mind hadn't caught up to his body, and really his body was barely hanging on.

“Did you drive?” she asked, sliding the keys from his open palm and tossing them to the table before pushing him far enough inside the apartment to shut the door. Last thing she needed was his nosy neighbors finding something new to talk about; the old ladies whose condos surrounded him were far worse than any office water cooler gossip. The HOA ladies all had their theories about the FBI man who kept to himself, and of course all of the children in the building told their fair share of ghost stories. Too scared to invoke Foyet's name, as if he might appear with a knife in their own apartments like the boogeyman or Bloody Mary, they only called him the Masked Man and were careful to keep their mouths shut around Jack. "They say the bullet is still in the wall..." It wasn't like Jack didn't know or resent his father for never moving them to some place better.

“I uh,” he stammered, narrowing his eyes around the words dashing around in his skull like lightning bugs. “Drive? No. No...Dave...” His voice trailed off, attention grabbed by the sudden hissing and gurgling off the coffee pot in the cavernous kitchen. “What time is it?”

“Just after 11, but I had a feeling we might be in for a long night...”

The pause, the silence, everything was thick and syrupy in the cold hours of the night. He turned toward the hallway and peered into more darkness while she fumbled for the lights, noticing immediately a distress she hadn't anticipated. “Everything is okay, Aaron,” she started as he recoiled, covered his burning eyes against the sudden burst of hot white light. “Are you okay though?”

“Is Jack in bed?” He needed to know. It was the most important thing, and yet he stood like his shoes were made of concrete. Unable to go to Jack, to see him, he thought of the man who killed his own mother under the effects of this drug cocktail...the man who was supposed to kill his son and killed himself instead. What might he be capable of? Surely just watching Morgan die, choking on his own warm blood, wasn't enough.

“Of course,” she replied, keeping her distance. She couldn't figure it out, he didn't look too bad off. His cheek and brow were swollen, tiny white bandages holding together what looked like a deep gash that was beginning to ooze. She'd need to clean him up some, that was a given. Taking stock though, she couldn't put her finger on what was really going on. It was frustrating to be kept in the dark, the least they could do was give her something to go on, some direction because heaven knew he wouldn't offer it up willingly. None of them would, all cut from the same infuriating cloth. Some secret club to which she would never belong but was expected to somehow hold life together in the background of.

“Aaron, why don't you go take a shower while I make us a snack?”

“Not hungry,” he countered, still staring hard at the coffee pot slowly sputtering. She sighed as the night stretched out ever longer before her. If Foyet was the baseline by which she measured all other storms to be weathered, she could explain all the rest off as minor inconveniences. The look in his eye though, it was haunting and deeply angry, that violated and exposed look he got when he walked back into his apartment for the first time after the worst night of his life. Nothing outward to show for it, no weepy stab wounds she could find and yet...she wondered what she would find if she helped him out of his shirt, what she would find if she got the chance to look. Maybe nothing. That was a bigger problem.

He wounded easier on the inside than the outside.

“I only phrased it as a question to be nice. Go take a shower, Aaron. You're covered in blood, and I just washed the sheets.” He glanced at his shaking hands, pulled his fingers in toward his palms, wondering at the tingling sensation in his right hand. It seemed to be a fraction of a second behind the other. Curious but not concerning, not anything he was willing to try and find words for in his already failing vocabulary. A shower did sound nice.

Until it wasn't. Until his body was slamming hard into the porcelain tub, and he lay in a pool of deep crimson swirling down the drain. He tasted blood, hot and thick, pressed his hand to his gushing nose before everything went black. Jessica wasted no time rushing through the door, a very sleepy Jack hot on her heels, his eyes barely even open. She tried to shoo him out, push him away from the door so he wouldn't see his father lying naked in pooling blood, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Call 911, Jack,” she instructed in her best imitation of a calm adult voice. Cupping the back of his head with her hand, she pulled his stiff body toward her and rolled him on his side, whispering his name as if it might pull him back to her.

He woke in a hospital bed, unable to move or speak. His lips wouldn't work, and he couldn't seem to think around the sharp pain in the back of his head, an odd pain that sliced from the back of his neck to the front of his throat. Her fingers were wrapped around his, tight enough that his knuckles ground together beneath the pressure and it only got worse when she saw his eyes flutter open.

“You.” A desperate accusation, a glare, a tear-stained smile. She didn't know what to do and the way she sniffled the last of her emotional outbreak made her feel like a preschooler slighted on the afternoon snack. “Jack is with JJ and Will, before you even try to ask. Look I have no idea what happened to you at work tonight and I can't seem to get anyone from your team to tell me anything and you know what? I don't even care anymore, I don't. Spencer said the information wouldn't help because the drugs would be out of your system before any conclusive tests could be run, Dave said there was a lot they didn't know, Morgan wouldn't even answer his damn phone. So yeah, I don't care anymore. I don't. They can't find anything wrong with you, any reason for you to have a seizure in the shower...” She was mumbling, ranting with fresh, hot tears in her eyes. “Said maybe you had some sort of head injury tonight? The cut on your cheek? I don't know, Aaron. I don't know how I'm supposed to take care of you when no one will tell me what's going on.” She sounded so like Haley, he could hardly stand it. “What happened? What's going on?”

“I don't...” he started, his mouth moving too slow, connections severed. “I don't remember.” It was the truth this time. He'd been here before, lied about his memory to protect himself but he didn't lie to Jessica. He couldn't lie to her; she wouldn't allow it. “Sparks...” he whispered around a tongue that felt dry and heavy, his throat parched. “And darkness. Power went out.” Incoherent ramblings, she had no point of reference, nothing to go on. His eyes closed and he let out a low whine, twisting at the hips over a sudden throbbing and unexplained pain in his chest. It was the first he'd been awake for, but not the first time it happened, and his features twisted in panic. She knew better, they'd already run tests, done scans, couldn't figure any of it out. She squeezed his hand and tried to refocus him only to find herself desperately grabbing for the emesis basin while he dry heaved into its pink interior.

“You don't remember anything?” It was a funny balance, caring for him while pretending certain things just weren't happening. He could be skittish.

“N-no...what happened? Call Dave...” She had nothing to tell him, nothing that would fill in the gaps, and his insistence that she call Dave only convinced her that he was being honest. She had hoped he was lying, she could work a lie out of him. “Why'm I here, Jess?” He lifted his right hand, limp and too heavy, staring hard at the IV tubing taped to his skin. His left hand was trapped inside of hers. She didn't answer him, just watched him try to figure everything out, nothing she said would help him put together pieces of a night she wasn't present for. Tears clung to the corners of his eyes, big tears and she found herself mesmerized by them.

He was home by morning after a barrage of radiology and blood tests showed nothing out of the ordinary. Calm, easily handled, she'd never seen him so open to suggestion before. The doctors said he needed something, and he agreed without a hint of reluctance; she pulled a nurse aside to let her know how odd it was, how he was normally so argumentative, and the nurse had the audacity to laugh in her face. “Honey, that's a good thing, right?” She didn't think it was. It was hours before he could move his legs or use his right hand, and even when they left his grip was weak at best. Jessica had been quickly convincing herself he'd had a stroke until they assured here there was no sign of it. A few of the symptoms, sure, but nothing on the brain scan. He fell asleep and whispered nonsense, things that scared her, things she wrote down. He made me see things. Over and over, and she scribbled it onto the back of a chocolate bar wrapper dug out of her purse. Not even sure what she'd do with it...show it to one of his team? Ask them for answers for once in her life? She shoved it into her purse before wheeling him out the door, still undecided on what she'd ever do with it. Once he was asleep in his own bed, head to toe in ratty old sweats and fat wool socks, he assured her that he was fine, he was comfortable. He almost sounded like himself again and she convinced herself that the worst was behind them as she stood in his study and cried. Briefly, she looked up and from across the hall caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror all desperate ragged curls and puffy red eyes. The two of them made quite a pair.

She brought an ice pack and a cold wet rag when she heard him stir, knew she would find his puffy red eyes open and searching for something they wouldn't find.

“I'm okay, Jess. I'm sorry I frightened you.” His words had sounded heavy and tired, dull. He wasn't asleep long, not nearly long enough. There were moments of intense, sharp clarity. Moments when he thought he might burn alive inside of them, followed by pitch black nothing. Mostly, the world just looked gray except for the blood, he'd seen that. Images were slowly floating into focus, crawling out of the mist like a creature in a black and white horror film. Each picture was gray, soft, dripping in the murky nothing around him until one at a time they began to sharpen with no rhyme nor reason.

“What happened tonight?” It was becoming her mantra, and she was certain at some point she would wear him down. Gently, she set the icepack against the back of his neck and lay the rag over his eyes. He didn't seem to care for either one, and yet he didn't complain. Little victories.

He'd been dreading the question coming up again. Not because he didn't want to tell her, it wasn't any grand secret, not from her anyway. No amount of pride stood between them. It was simply that...he didn't know. What he thought happened had altered so many times over the last few hours, since being home from the hospital, since the night before. In the hospital everything was empty, a blank slate, his own name had eluded him for a time. Now things just felt wrong, indescribably wrong. His memories were fractured, either by Peter Lewis' grand design or some unintended side effect. He'd been sitting on the floor, but he'd somehow watched Reid and then Rossi and then Morgan go down from separate rooms. Seen their blood. Smelled it. Felt it. Morgan's blood on his cheek scorched his skin even still. “Aaron?” He watched them die, and he watched them walk away from the scene in a swirl of blue and white, a blanket of twinkling stars mocking him from above. They knew, they'd watched it all play out on their grand stage and were keeping their secrets. “Aaron?” She was getting impatient, finally seating herself on the edge of his bed after propping up the pillows behind him just so, hoping they might hold the icepack in place.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, his cheek pressed against the warmth of his pillow. “I don't know.” It was as honest as it was scary. “I can't explain it.”

“You can try...”

He couldn't. That was the worst of it. Words didn't seem to fit, not any he knew. “It hurts.” Tears clung to his lashes, tracked down his cheeks and she reached out, pushed at them with her thumb when they breached the line of the washcloth. Trapped, and she couldn't help him, she understood that. His job was something he locked up tight, did his best to keep to himself since Haley's passing. Once upon a time he'd allowed her in, she knew what he did and what he saw, and it consumed her...he wouldn't let that happen again. There was nothing she could do to make him open it up for her, and truthfully, she knew it was better this way, but it didn't exactly make it easy to help if she couldn't understand the problem. “My head hurts.”

“I know. How can I help?” There was cautious resignation in her voice. Hearing him admit to pain twisted her in knots.

Silence. A sharp intake of breath, a pitiful whine as he pushed his face miserably into the pillow, the rag falling with a wet slap against the carpet. She groaned and bent over, picking it up between two fingers.

“Stay.” It was nothing but a whisper, but she felt it in her bones. “Please.”

“Of course.”

It was late morning when he was well enough to stand unassisted and she followed him dutifully out of the bedroom and down the hallway, noting that he seemed, for the moment, to be in total control of his faculties. Pulling down a box of Pop Tarts, his favorite sneaky midnight snack, he opened a package to split while she poured the coffee she'd made the night before into mugs and threw them into the microwave. Better late than never. She thought the toaster pastries were dry, crumbly and unappealing but he delighted in them, and she wouldn't complain about him sharing. In silence she waited, hoping he would say something to her, give her some idea of what was rolling around in that brain of his.

“Did Jack finish his homework?”

His voice was shaky, insincere. He was losing whatever it was that had been tethering him in the moment, grasping for the mundane to hold him steady. “Yes, he did it right away. Aced his math test, too.” He hummed a response, words failing him. There was an odd quality to his eyes, glassy and faraway, the blister-like redness becoming more prominent, swelling as the day wore on. His hands twitched around the hot mug, like he wanted desperately to rub them.

“You can go home,” he offered finally, swallowing the last of his PopTart with some little pleasure. She slid her treat his way, barely picked at and smiled. "I'll pick Jack up from JJ's later. I'm sure you have things to do."

“I know I can go home. You want to play a game?” Poking at the newly offered treat, he glanced up at her and tried to gauge how serious she was. It made her laugh. “I mean it. We could watch a movie, but you look like you're about to vibrate right out of your sweats and I'm not quite over the sight of you butt naked and bleeding in the shower...SO... how about a mean game of Uno before we snuggle up on the couch?” She wanted to put him back to bed, put the night in the hospital as far away from them as she could, it was starting to feel less and less real the longer they wore on. She wasn't used to no sleep; the playing field was evening out. But she would keep him occupied, try to tire out his mind. His body was already on the fritz, his right-hand trembling and weak, his head a mess of intense pain. She needed to exhaust his mind so it could rest.

Uno. He wasn't sure he remembered how to play that, not really. The worst part was that they'd just played it a few days prior, on a day off, and Jack had slaughtered him. She dealt the cards in silence, throwing them nearly off the table and into his lap. It wasn't so hard, everything being gray and fuzzy around the edges, his tears clinging desperately to the corners of his eyes, the world didn't need color...at least until a game required it. Studying the back of the cards, he closed his eyes and tried to remember the order the colors appeared in the wheel, tried to assign the varied shades of gray names like red, blue, yellow and green. His heart thundered in his chest, and he finally reached up and swiped at his burning eyes, salty tears stinging the tender, raw skin.

“You first,” she announced, and they both lifted their cards in unison. He squinted at the card that lay face up in the middle, tried to match the shade with something in his hand and wondered how long he could keep it up if he managed to muddle his way through this first play. Or he could just admit that something was wrong, he'd brought some strange phenomenon home from the hospital, but then there would be more questions and he still had no more answers than he did before. “Aaron?”

“Sorry,” he muttered, and pulling a shaky breath into his lungs placed a card down. She accepted it, must have been the right color, and without missing a beat she placed her own card on top. He hesitated before putting his next card down, the green and blue shades looked so similar, and he was limping along in constant fear of being found out.

“You look tired,” she said, halfway through the game. She could feel his distress, no idea where it came from and yet it was there, and it was palpable. Too many options, not enough direction. “Let's pick up the game later huh?”

On the couch, side by side, she kept her eyes open until it was painful just to watch him fall asleep. He looked almost serene, arms folded over his chest, his chin tucked in tight against his collar bone. He hadn't meant to fall asleep sitting up but at a certain point, not even Robin Williams plotting the death of a big pink rhino piloted by Ed Norton could keep his heavy lids from sealing shut. Not a great movie choice in his current state, playing with his infirm grasp on reality. He would dream of Smoochy in madcap seizing grayscale, shuddering at the colorless rainbow while she watched on. When he woke to use the bathroom, the apartment was pitch black and while it took him some considerable effort to pull himself upright against a bone deep ache, bruised ribs and a stomach that roiled like he was on a boat in the middle of a storm, that wasn't the problem at all. She'd curled up at the end of the couch, beside him but away from him, like a cat who had enough of the attention. There was no way it was night, and yet to his eyes, it couldn't have been anything but.

He blinked hard into the dark, willing his apartment to come into view, spread out before him but it never did. Everything, gray and murky, was different, moved, and he wondered why Jessica would redecorate without his consent. Of course, she hadn't, but that knowledge did nothing to change what he could make out with his eyes. He managed to avoid banging his knee on the sharp glass coffee table, but the hallway...all of the doors looked the same, which one was the bathroom? He stood, frowning, trapped in a corridor with too many possibilities. There should have been four...or was it five? Three bedrooms and a bathroom. And a study. Two bathrooms and a study and a bedroom. Three bathrooms and a bedroom. His mind swirled endlessly, each option getting further and further from reality, and it stretched into eternity, identical doors repeated as far as his eye could see. It should have been the first door on the right, but he found it locked. Trying another and another, all locked, he turned and looked over his shoulder, the way he'd come, only to find that it had all vanished into the same mist that had settled in his skull. Fear crept through him awful and putrid, panic rising like bile in his throat.

The hallway stretched on, mutated into something monstrous and grotesque. All he could do was grab for the wall and hope he wasn't sucked up in its pull and stretch. If he closed his eyes too long, he was met with the corpses of his friends, long dead and decaying at his feet. He cried out in misery at the sight, utterly defeated.

Jess woke with a start at the sound of his voice, it was distant and quiet but so distressing she couldn't move fast enough. The front door hung open, and she could taste her heartbeat. Rushing up and out the door, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found Aaron crouching against the wall, not far past his own door, with his head in his hands. “Aaron?” she asked, approaching him. He turned his sad eyes up at her and he looked so lost she could barely stand it. Always having to be strong in the wake of his misery was taking its toll, she was crumbling. Slowly she slid down the wall and sat beside him. “What is it?”

“I got lost,” he admitted sheepishly. “I don't...Jess I don't know what's going on...” He still needed to use the bathroom.

“Well,” she began, rather matter-of-factly because there was nothing else to do. “For starters, you're in the hallway you silly oaf. Your apartment is a few doors back, and we should probably get you back inside because you're in your skivvies.”

He frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose and glanced down at his bare legs. Where had his pants gone? “How...”

“It's not important how, we both know we're not getting any answers right now. Let's just go back home and turn on another movie. In bed this time. If you promise not to wander off again, I'll allow Casablanca and I won't even complain.”

“Or fall asleep?”

“Or fall asleep. You're so needy sometimes.”

God, she was promising an awful lot now. Another pot of coffee and a tub of ice cream to share with two spoons, bowls be damned. Humphrey Bogart attempted to command her sleepy attention, but she couldn't pull herself away from watching Aaron. She hated every second of the movie, of his job, of all of it...but she loved him deeply and having him laying so heavy in the bed beside her, breathing deep and slow, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. The way he blinked lazy and teased her with sleep was amusing at least, that twitchy way his eyes would stay closed a beat too long and he's snort awake like he hadn't drifted off at all. He somehow managed to stay awake, making slurred comments and reciting mumbled lines through half parted lips, each time he got more than a few words in she'd shove a frozen bite of ice cream into his mouth to make him shut up so she could hear the movie she never wanted to watch in the first place. He relished the way it melted on his too dry tongue, soothed his parched sore throat. He tipped to the side, rested his head on her shoulder and yawned deep. Watching a black and white movie was pleasant, the first time he'd felt somewhat normal in longer than his faded memory could access, and he got the oddest sensation that she knew somehow. Whatever it was, he hoped it would return to normal after another few hours of sleep. Wake up and the world would have regained its color. Forgetting the seizure, the bloody nose, the pain and nausea once and for all, letting it join the rest of the night in amnesiac bliss.

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world...” she muttered in her best old movie voice, running her fingers mindlessly through his hair. “She walks into mine.”

The sound of his snore punctuated the line perfectly and she cast her eyes toward the window, weary and tired, and thought she could see the sun beginning to set.

#aaron hotchner #jessica brooks #mr scratch #criminal minds

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Charlie's Helping Hand

A/N: For all who don't know @am-i-space and I are (healthily obsessed) with freckled gingers who steal your heart because they are adorable and pure! Two of those are the one and only Charlie Weasley and Commander Gren from The Dragon Prince.

We have made up quite a few stories about them (separate and together) and about a month ago we came up with Charlie being friends with Gren and Amaya. @am-i-space had the idea for a drawing of the 3 of them at once and without really knowing we were doing it, we started working together on this little project below my rambling!

After definitely not losing their mind about the eyes and Charlie's hair EVEN ONCE and me finally getting the inspiration for how to bring Charlie into a different universe, we are ready to post it!

As you might've figured by now the drawing below this author's note belongs to the beautiful, talented and amazing @am-i-space who pleasantly surprised me with every draft piece I received of this drawing and the story behind how this drawing "came to be" belongs to yours truly.

PS. Read to the end to find out how this beautiful piece of art came to existence in the story 💙🖤

“Charlie, you are going to love Katolis.” Gren grinned at his friend as they were walking up the path that will take them back to Gren's homeland.

“I love traveling so I think I will have no problem with it,” Charlie smiled back at him, “and besides you said that it's full of magic and dragons just roam free. It's like you are describing a dream.”

“It wasn't always like that. Dragons were feared and people and magic folk didn't know how to live together.” Gren sighed, remembering the days before their land became one.

“Right, king Ezran and his brother were running away from an elf assassin and they found an egg and joined forces to return it to its mother.” Charlie narrowed his eyes, trying to get the facts straight.

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It's been almost two years since the great battle at the Storm Spire. The dragon queen has awakened and Zym was finally reunited with his mother. She took care of him, taught him how to fly better – even though Ez did an incredible job already. She also showed her son how to roar and how to use his electric breath.

Xadia was one land again and it thrived like never before. The magic spread to the Five Kingdoms and the people and the magic folk could move freely without sneaking around and fear each other.

Everything was perfect until one day when the dragon prince went flying and got caught up in a giant storm. Because he was still struggling to control his wing movement – when the winds were strong – he got caught up in a whirl and got smashed into a mountain.

Azymondias was found by his mother after she went looking for him as he didn't return home. At first, he appeared to be fine but when the queen wanted to take him flying she noticed that one of his wings was damaged. She sought help from the king of Katolis and his friends.

King Ezran's heart was broken when he found out and gathered a party to visit Zym at once. He couldn't believe it was even worse than he imagined it would be – all of Zym's bones in his left wing were broken and no matter how many elves and how many mages they gathered, nothing could mend his wing.

It seemed that all was lost and that the dragon prince will never be able to fly until one night when Commander Gren was finally ready to talk about his experience of being locked up in the castle dungeon by lord Viren.

He told his best friend general Amaya about everything he heard and seen happening. With his help, they were able to find the coins in which Viren stored souls and with the help of a high mage from the kingdom of Duren their lives were restored and Runaan was safely returned to his husband Ethari and his adopted niece Rayla.

Because Gren found it hard to talk about the whole situation and would gladly completely forget about the horrid experience, he decided to visit Runaan at his home in Silvergrove.

Every time Gren woke up in the middle of the night, having a nightmare that he was back in that dungeon, he felt like he was missing something. He knew that Viren was going down there for a reason and not just to interrogate Runaan. The thoughts kept him awake and he tried his hardest to remember where he was going and if he heard any noises that would help him figure it out.

As Gren expected, Runaan wasn't keen on talking about his experience in the castle of Katolis either but when Gren explained his feelings and the need to talk about it and to help him find out what was happening while they were there, Runaan put his feelings aside and decided to share his part of the story.

When Runaan told Gren about the weird questions Viren was asking him about a mirror and what does it do and how important it had to be for the lord because he seemed very frustrated when he didn't get his answers, Gren decided that it was time to put his fear aside and head down to the dungeons once more.

After telling Amaya everything and informing her of his plan to go and investigate – being so sure that the guards missed something when they rescued him – Amaya wanted to go with him.

She knew Gren more than anyone and it still pained her to this day that she was so far away when everything Viren was doing back at the castle went down that she simply couldn't allow him to relive that alone. She knew Gren was brave and just about the most optimistic and cheerful person she will ever have a chance to meet but she also knew that behind his bubbly personality Gren was hiding all the negative feelings and the trauma of what he went through in those few weeks while being down there.

She knew there will be no way of stopping Gren from going because he has never been so sure that something Viren was hiding down there could help Zym so instead of arguing with her lieutenant she decided to go with him.

As always when they go on a mission they geared up – better be too safe than sorry – and headed to the dungeons.

Before they opened the door that led to the lower parts of the castle, Amaya turned to Gren one more time.

Are you really sure you want to do this? She signed.

I am. I have to see what is down there or I will never have a peaceful night's rest. Gren signed back, his brows furrowed in determination.

Amaya just nodded, admiring how brave her best friend was for facing his problem head-on, and opened the door.

They walked down the stairs and came to the place where Gren was cuffed.

Amaya gave him a worried look while Gren avoided looking at her and the wall he was chained to. Taking a deep breath he first headed to where he knew Runaan was kept. They only found an empty cell with a small window with bars on it so they headed in the other direction.

They have been looking around, opening doors to empty cells for about half an hour until Gren tried turning the knob of a wooden door and it didn't open.

He exchanged a look with Amaya who nodded to him that he should force-open it with his foot. Gren did as he was told but the door still didn't move.

Amaya frowned – not liking when something didn't go her way – so she stepped next to Gren and counting to 3 on her fingers they repeated the action together. The door gave way to their force and they stumbled inside.

The room was a bit bigger than the others they have found. It was windowless making it completely dark with only a small wooden table, a chair, and something covered with a cloth.

Is this it? Amaya signed at Gren who was observing the covered artifact with his mouth slightly opened.

Gren could only muster a small nod. Amaya knew that this was hard on Gren and even though her curiosity was growing she gave him the time to make the step toward it and uncover the object.

The commander shook his head to collect his thoughts and swallowed thickly before approaching it. He lifted his arm slowly, grabbed the cloth, and pulled it down. Amaya and Gren both gasped, not prepared to see a mirror in front of them.

At the first glance, it looked like any other mirror, but then something shone inside it and their reflections disappeared. They saw what looked like an empty office or a library. They knew at once that this was no ordinary mirror and that it would be best if they don't meddle with it but call in someone who might better know what this mirror is for or better yet what it does.

After a month of searching and inviting the best mages in the whole land, including elves from all parts of Xadia, they figured out that the mirror served as a prison in another realm for a startouch elf. They were able to find an elf that knew of startouch elves and who they were.

The only one of their kind the king of Katolis and his aunt Amaya knew was Aaravos who they had to fight to keep Zym alive at the battle that brought them peace. Since lord Viren was associated with Aaravos it was only reasonable that he was the one who was inside the mirror.

King Ezran wasn't delighted to find out that this wasn't the last they would hear of the elf and wanted to resolve the mystery behind the mirror at once.

“You mean the little bug that turned into an elf with a bigger bug around his shoulder?” Soren asked, perplexed when Ezran was telling him, Callum, Corvus, and Opeli what was going on.

“Do you know anything about him?” Ezran gasped, encouraging Soren to tell him more.

“Well, not really. Father was very secretive about him. I remember when we were marching to Lux Aurea he was talking to the little bug on his ear. If my memory isn't deceiving me, Viren was telling him about how he and your dad, Ezran, defeated the dragon king.” Soren said, rubbing his chin and trying to remember more.

“Why would Aaravos want to know about that?” Opeli failed to understand.

“Perhaps he was trapped in the mirror when that happened?” Corvus suggested.

“Viren sounded very proud of his accomplishment, speaking with the voice he uses when he brags about something to someone for who he thinks he did them a favor.” Soren continued.

“Why would killing Zym's dad be a favor to Aaravos?” Ezran thought out loud.

“No!” Callum gasped and stood up.

“What? What did you remember?” Ezran wanted to know.

“No, it's too farfetched.” Callum swung his hand for them to stop paying attention to him.

“No, no. Do tell,” Opeli encouraged him, “perhaps you are onto something.”

“Well,” Callum cleared his throat, “would it be possible that the dragon king had something to do with Aaravos' imprisonment inside the mirror?”

“Get aunt Amaya and gather the elves and the mages again! We have to discuss this!” Ezran stood up and gave the order to Soren and Corvus who nodded and rushed out of the throne room at once.

“It would be possible for the dragon king to entrap the elf inside a mirror.” The high mage of Bel Dur said after hearing the proposal from prince Callum.

“However,” a mage from Neolandia cut in, “in order to do that Thunder would need someone from the realm on the other side of the mirror to help him, making your idea invalid.”

“Why?” King Ezran wanted to know.

“Well, to do that sort of powerful magic, the dragon king would have to have a dragon on the other side of the mirror from which to draw that kind of power.” The mage explained.

“Why would that make my idea invalid?” Callum asked.

“Because there is no such thing as dragons in other realms,” the mage said confidently.

“An hour ago you didn't even know there were other realms and now you are trying to convince us that in those other places dragons can't exist?” Opeli raised her eyebrows.

“Alright,” the mage sighed, “let's say that a place where Aaravos was entrapped does have dragons, how exactly does this help us with the dragon prince's wing?”

“Don't you get it?” Ezran stood up. “Nobody in Xadia can help Zym and this other realm could be full of dragons. What if there is someone who could heal Zym? What if they possess just the magic we would need to help Zym fly again?”

“You do have a point, your majesty,” the high mage of Bel Dur bowed to the king, “however...”

“However, how do we know whoever lives on the other side isn't a threat to us? To the dragon prince, to our kingdoms? Who is to say that they would be willing to help us?” The mage interrupted him.

King Ezran decided to call a meeting with the dragon queen to ask her if she could confirm their speculations and wasn't all that surprised when she told him that it was the dragon king who imprisoned Aaravos in a realm called Earth where magic works differently than in Xadia and despite Aaravos being the strongest and the most ancient of elves, he wouldn't be able to use their type of magic.

After much deliberation, king Ezran has decided to take the risk and explore the realm on the other side of the mirror.

“We have to help Zym. No one in the whole Xadia could mend his wing and we have to try. We can't have the dragon prince not be able to fly. I know it's dangerous and a lot of you will think that I am making a rash decision based on my feelings and me being a kid, but this is how I decided and I am willing to take the risk for Xadia and our kingdom.” Ezran said, his brows together in determination. “We needed years of war and conflict to unite our lands together again and if we aren't willing to help and take the risks needed to move forward then we are back at the beginning and I will not allow that to happen.”

The crown guards and the king's advisors nodded, agreeing with him, while some of the mages from other kingdoms had their reservations.

In the end, it didn't matter as only a day later were they gathering a team courageous enough to walk through the mirror and seek help.

You want to do what? Amaya was signing as fast as her fingers allowed her, frowning at the idea Gren just proposed.

I need to go. I feel that I need to go. I had the feeling about the mirror and look where it brought us. Gren tried convincing her.

You did enough, Gren. Amaya pleaded.

It's been so nice to have him by her side again after being separated on so many occasions during the war and now it will happen again and Amaya wasn't sure she can let it happen.

Soren is going. I have to try. This could be my chance to prove that I am not only good at interpreting.

Nobody is saying that Gren, and you know it.

You never protested so much before, what has gotten into you? Gren wanted to frown but his expression softened instead, looking at his best friend.

I guess I got used to the fact of you being by my side again. Amaya moved her fingers slowly as if she was hesitant to admit this.

“Oh.” Gren breathed out loud before stepping closer to Amaya and pulling her into a hug.

I know. I feel the same but please give me a chance to do this. I will be back before you know it.

Gren bestowed Amaya with one of his warming smiles to which she never could stop her lips from curving too.

Alright, but promise me you'll be safe and cautious. She playfully nudged him in the ribs before hugging him again and saying goodbye.

The next day Gren, accompanied by 5 of Ezran's most trusted crown guards – including Soren – and a mage made their way down to the dungeons once again to walk through the mirror and seek help from the other side.

It took 7 mages to figure out how the mirror works and how to get the crew through it. They warned them they will have a small window to do this that's why they couldn't take more people.

Gren was standing in front of the mirror – the last one to be transported through it.

“Here we go,” he whispered to himself, took a deep breath, and without turning his head to see his best friend one more time, disappeared.

—

“And this is where I come in.” Charlie wiggled his nose, trying to hide that he was nervous as Gren told him the story for the fourth time.

“Look, I know it sounds insane.” Gren sighed. “We found a mirror who entrapped the most powerful elf that ever lived in Xadia and then we went through it, followed the roar of a dragon, found the Sanctuary, and for some reason you were mad enough to say yes to our proposal.”

“In my defense, you said that a baby dragon... No, no, let me correct myself – a storm baby dragon – which is a myth here on Earth, needed help and then you said that you are not from Earth at all but from another realm so you tricked me.” Charlie sniggered.

“Well, my hidden talent to know when someone cares for something deeply has finally come to use.” Gren smiled proudly.

“Just don't get your hopes up. I might be a dragonologist but you said that no wizard...”

“Mage.” Gren corrected him.

“That no mage could help Zym so I am not sure how much I can do.” Charlie bowed his head.

“I know, but it is admiring that you are willing to try and I believe that you will be able to do something, if nothing else advise us what we can do to help the dragon prince,” Gren said cheerfully, looking at his friend.

He and the guards have only been on Earth for a month and they are already going back – needing far less time than Gren or anybody expected them to need to figure out how the people on Earth could help Azymondias.

They were lucky enough that the late dragon king set Aaravos' prison near the Carpathians mountains which also happened to be the secret hideout of the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary.

They were walking for 2 days before they heard a dragon roar and followed the sound for another day before they arrived in front of what looked like an abandoned gate. The mage tore down the enchantments and without thinking twice about it, they entered.

To say that the people working in the Reserve were in shock and not really sure what they were looking at was an understatement. It doesn't happen every day that a group of people with armor and swords walk straight through the gate.

Luckily, dragonologists are very simple and open-minded people – Gren has noticed – so it was easy to explain what was going on.

The second they said that a dragon needed help, a bunch of them volunteered but Gren knew that they can only take one person back so he asked the kind people if they could stay for a few days to observe their work and then pick the one that seemed the best suited for the job.

Charlie stood out to Gren immediately, because he was one of the few that simply raised their hand to volunteer instead of being loud and jumping in the air. His calmness suited him and he intrigued Gren the second he followed him around the next morning and saw how he handled the dragons.

The fellow red-haired dragonologist reminded Gren very much of king Ezran and how he talks to animals. The second Gren decided that this business was too urgent for him to be shy and not talk to him, he approached the dragon tamer and asked him about his ability to talk to dragons.

Charlie cocked an eyebrow at him and laughed a little, thinking the commander was joking, only to compose himself a second later when he saw just how serious Gren was.

With observing his work and asking him all sorts of questions Gren deemed him perfect for the job.

He wasn't even that surprised that he got Charlie on board without any effort.

The second the sun rose the next morning and Charlie said goodbye to the dragons and his co-workers, they made their way back to the mirror.

—

Gren, you are back! Amaya was waiting next to the mirror for them to come back and hugged her friend the second he came out of it.

I'm alright. It went pretty smoothly. Gren smiled proudly.

Who is this? Amaya signed, nodding at Charlie and scanning him from head to toe.

This is Charlie Weasley, he's a dragon tamer back in the other realm and he is here to help Zym. Gren explained.

He's cute. Amaya winked at her friend.

I thought you were in a committed relationship with Janai? Gren giggled.

I meant for you. Amaya nudged him, making Gren's face as red as a strawberry.

Without replying, Gren rushed everyone out of the room, making the excuse to see Zym as fast as possible.

Amaya sent a squad to bring Zym to Katolis so that Charlie would have the time to settle in and get some rest and that he wouldn't get too overwhelmed by his surroundings.

The second he saw the dragon prince and heard his cheerful squeaks despite having an injured wing, Charlie's eyes glowed and he felt like all his dreams came true to see a dragon that not only doesn't breathe fire but can zap you with electricity.

Gren explained to him to the best of his abilities why they call Zym the dragon prince but when he bowed to the young dragon and heard the people behind him giggle, he knew he took it too far. With his cheeks turning scarlet, he cleared his throat and asked everybody to give him and Zym some space so he could do a proper check-up on him.

Amaya, Gren, Ezran, Callum, Soren, and Opeli all watched as Charlie sat down next to the dragon and started whispering something to him. It only took about a minute for Zym to trust him which – with everything Gren saw back in the Sanctuary – wasn't surprising at all.

Zym let Charlie position him in a way to have full access to the wing, while constantly murmuring something under his breath.

“So, did you manage to find out how to help him?” Ezran asked the second Charlie stood up and walked to them.

“I...uh...” Charlie stuttered not knowing how to begin.

“What? What's wrong?” Callum put his hand over his little brother's shoulder.

“I don't want to be rude so I don't know how to say it.” Charlie was embarrassed.

“Hey, we trust in your expertise so don't worry about it.” Gren encouraged Charlie to speak.

“Well, his wing is broken, you got that right but because dragons here and on Earth are magical creatures, magic can't help them much.” Charlie shook his head.

“So, there's nothing we can do?” Ezran was on the verge of tears.

“Quite the opposite, this is very good news. I thought that we would have to mend his broken bones with magic.” Charlie said in a cheerful voice to put Ezran in a better mood.

“And we won't need to use magic?” Soren got curious.

“No. Because Zym is still so young and will need years to grow fully, we would just have to immobilize his wing as much as possible until his bones mend themselves.” Charlie explained.

“It's that easy? ” Amaya signed, looking impressed and Gren interpreted.

“Yes. Zym is still growing and like with children it's easier to have a broken bone when you are young than when you're an adult. If Zym will be a good boy and obey when I put bandages on him, he should be better somewhere from around 6 months to a year if he is like the dragons we have back at home.” Charlie couldn't hide how proud he was of all the knowledge he had on dragons and healing.

“How are you going to wrap him up?” Ezran was beyond happy to know that his friend is going to be just fine.

“With magic, of course.” Charlie pulled out his wand.

“You made a mistake of trying to heal his wing with magic directly, that simply doesn't work with one of the most powerful beings in the world. In cases like this, you have to turn to the good old remedies.”

He walked back to Zym who extended his wing as much as he could for Charlie to do his magic.

Gren and his friends couldn't quite decipher what Charlie said for pieces of cloth to start flying out of his wand and bandage Zym's wing for him not to be able to move it.

“So our mission was all for nothing?” Gren bowed his head.

“On the contrary, commander,” Ezran grinned at him, “if you hadn't brought Charlie here, we would worry about Zym for years and his bones could regrow in a wrong way, and from what I can see, you wouldn't have made a friend.”

“True.” Gren gave the words of his king some thought.

“Also, I think that mister Weasley doesn't mind meeting another species of dragon.” Opeli giggled.

Gren turned around to where Charlie was trying to make Zym hold still so he could cast the spell with bandages on him a few more times and smiled to himself.

“Yeah, you're right. It was completely worth it.” He observed his friend doing his job for a few seconds more before the heat on his cheeks became too much and he turned to Amaya who winked at him with a smug expression on her face.

Gren playfully rolled his eyes and walked to Charlie.

“So, after you do this, how long is it going to last?” He wanted to know.

“Well, Zym is a very energetic and jumpy dragon and these bandages have to be tight for as long as possible so I would have to change them a few times per day.” Charlie chuckled when Zym let out a happy squeak.

“Meaning you will stay here?” Gren tried sounding normal but was bad at hiding his excitement.

“Would that be okay?” Charlie scratched the top of his head. “I mean I don't know how realms work or if this is even allowed?”

“We can ask the mages but since we stayed on Earth for a month, I think it wouldn't be a problem.”

“Well, I love traveling and would love to help Zym for as long as I can, so I wouldn't mind at all.” Charlie couldn't believe how lucky he was to embark on this amazing adventure.

“What about the people back at home? Won't they miss you?”

In the time Gren spent with Charlie, he had the opportunity to get to know him very well and it became evident early on that Charlie was a man who would do anything for his family and his loved ones.

“They will,” Charlie shrugged, “but they are used to seeing me only a few times per year and besides, it's work-related and they understand how much my job means to me.”

“In that case, I would...” Gren cleared his throat. “...I mean we would love to have you.”

“It's settled then. I am staying. I would just like to ask if there is a way for me to send a message home?”

“I am sure that can be arranged.”

Charlie and Gren turned around to the voice and saw king Ezran smiling at them.

“I would like to thank you personally, mister Weasley...”

“Please, king Ezran, call me Charlie.”

“Only if you stop calling me king,” Ezran giggled, “my friends call me Ez and I think it's safe to say that you are now a friend. Wouldn't you say so, Gren?”

“Exactly!” Gren exclaimed.

“As I was saying, I would like to thank you for doing this. You have no idea how much this means to the magic folk, to us people, and me personally.” Ezran walked to where Charlie was kneeling next to Zym and wrapped his arms around him.

Charlie let out a suppressed chuckle, not expecting a king to hug him, but then returned the embrace before standing up.

“I will need a place to stay.” Charlie giggled nervously as they were standing in front of the castle door, waiting for the guards to let them in.

“You can stay with us,” Gren said and pointed behind him.

Charlie turned around to see Amaya signing to Gren for him to interpret.

“I think you will fit in with us just nicely,” Gren translated while Amaya sent Charlie a wink.

No amount of freckles could hide the dragon tamer's burning cheeks as he couldn't believe just how nice everyone in Katolis was.

Gren and Amaya took him to the garden the second he came from the much-needed shower from all the kisses and licks Zym gave him. They were sitting on the bench and conversing – Charlie trying to take in as many signs as he could because he was determined to learn sign language.

“Charlie, I bring good news!” Prince Callum came out of nowhere. “Ez told me that you want to send a message home and asked me to talk to the mages. They can prepare the mirror for you tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you, Callum. That is indeed great news.” He grinned at the prince, relieved that he will have a chance to explain to his family where he has gone to.

“Now that it's official and you're staying I think we have to give you a rank.” Ezran appeared next to Callum.

“A rank?” Charlie tilted his head in confusion.

“And armor!” Callum exclaimed.

“What are you two talking about?” Gren chuckled at how excited they were and glanced at Amaya who just giggled as if she was hiding something.

Amaya, what did you do? Gren's curiosity got the better of him.

Well, since Brandon retired last year I am without my third in command so I am giving that position to Charlie. Amaya explained.

“To me?” Charlie jumped in his seat after Gren told him what was going on. “But I can't fight!”

“You are doing admirable work, worth of a title.” Gren interpreted.

“I-I don't know what to say.” Charlie was left speechless.

“Oh, I know what you could do!” Callum gasped loudly before running away from them.

Not even 5 minutes later, he came back with his sketchbook in his hands. Without saying anything he ordered Gren, Amaya, and Charlie – who were sitting on the bench – to stand up.

“We will celebrate with your official portrait,” Callum explained his actions.

The trio exchanged a look and then turned around when they heard someone clear their throat.

“Callum, you can't draw them without Charlie being in his new uniform.” Soren shook his head and handed Charlie a package.

The redhead was looking at it in awe before being rushed to the closest bathroom to try it on.

“Oh, look at you!” Soren and Ezran said together, admiring the scales on Charlie's chest.

“You look...” Gren's mouth fell open, lost for words.

Dashing. Amaya signed and winked at her best friend.

“Uhm, yeah.” Gren nodded.

Come on, Gren. Say it to him. She encouraged him.

“Dashing. Uhm, you...you look dashing.” Gren knew there was no way to hide his strawberry freckled face but seeing Charlie blush at his words too, he no longer cared.

The trio positioned themselves in front of Callum who drew them and as the crew watched him hard at work, sneaking looks at Charlie, they knew their group gained a new friend.

#tpd #the dragon prince #harry potter #charlie weasley #tpd gren #the dragon prince gren #tpd amaya #the dragon prince amaya #commander gren #general amaya

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queer-as-used-by-tolkien · 3 years

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First attempt at drawing? No

First time posting? Yes

Am I BAD at drawing people? YES (especially asura)

Posting anyway? YES

[Image ID: human Commander imparts wise advice to Gorrik while standing in the rain. There are no stars tonight but They watch over us just the same.] (Gorrik is the faint, purple blob to the Commander's right.)

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Gorrik knew it instantly when the Commander, leather armor rent and Caladbolg askew on her back, returned from the Mists without Blish. He ducked his head and stared at his receiver. "You did it, Commander! We're receiving a signal from the tracker!" He feigned cheerfulness well. But those who knew him - Blish would have known, Taimi might know - would see he was blatantly ignoring the obvious. You did it, Commander.

But Taimi could never look away. "Wait... where's - "

Gorrik couldn't listen to her. "I had my doubts about whether the sword's magnetic pull would - "

Commander interrupted him. Gorrik barely felt the flash of irritation that would normally have occasioned. "Gorrik, there's something I need to - "

Gorrik talked over her, because he knew, she didn't need to say it, couldn't she let him - ? " - would still be functional, but, like always - " Gorrik pressed through the tightness in his throat, but he can't help it - "Blish was one hundred percent correct. I don't - "

"Listen to me!" Commander insisted.

Couldn't she see he was grieving in his own way? " - don't know how I ever doubted him!" his voice jumped slightly higher and Gorrik couldn't hide it anymore - "Blish can do anything he puts his mind to..." he was still staring at the receiver, but his eyes were closed and holding back tears.

Taimi, now. "Gorrik. Please."

It was her voice, devastated, lost, ruined, that broke it for him. Blish had had so much to live for. After a long moment - "did he say anything?"

"He said he's sorry."

Light fractured around the corners of Gorrik's vision - the Commander's gaze held pity and Taimi's eyes were on the floor and her ears were quivering, and he wasn't sure if he was angry or - or proud or selfish or missing or lost - "but I saved him."

It was too - there were too many people. Too much. They didn't know him - couldn't understand him - hadn't spent hundreds of late nights attempting the impossible for his dying brother -

He left.

"Gorrik, wait," Taimi called from behind him, sounding less despairing and more confused and uncertain, but Gorrik couldn't stop. He couldn't stay. He couldn't -

He was on the other side of Sun's Refuge, in the silent halls and tunnels near the entrance where there were no people, before he slowed down.

A breath of wind stirred in the close tunnels; nothing should be here. Gorrik looked up but saw nothing. "Blish," he murmured, and his heart quivered in his chest and for one-point-oh-two seconds he believed it just might be his brother, come back - because Gorrik had saved him. He had - there was no - he had no reason to die. He said he was sorry.

What had happened? Had a minion smashed his body? Had he been Branded? Had a Brandstorm disrupted his workings? Had a stray bolt of lightning fried his circuits? He said he was sorry. How did he - ? Was that something he, maybe, had preprogrammed himself in the event of his death? Or did he - had he - had he known he was about to die, because - no, no.

Blish had always been strong. Then he had been so delicate and weak - Gorrik had known every piece of his machinery and it was all his brother, it was all - every cog and gear - it was all Blish. And it was all Gorrik's labor of love. And he was so vulnerable and so, so, so fragile.

All the pieces were. Every one could break and his brother would be disabled, and every time it did Gorrik would drop everything (which he probably couldn't do anyway without Blish) - he would spend agonizing hours and days poking around inside the machinery of his brother's body to find the broken piece without breaking anything else, and fixing it and putting it in and marveling at the miracle that was his brother's life.

Gorrik had known Blish inside and out. Blish had needed it, Blish had appreciated it, Blish had loved him for it, even though it was never perfect and Gorrik sometimes wondered if he ever got used to seeing things through optic lenses and feeling everything bluntly and hearing his voice come out strange, but it all let out in a bigger heart and a kindness and a gentle empathy for everything.

Gorrik had always loved him for it and he couldn't find it in him to wish he wasn't, that it hadn't all led to him dying because he felt too strongly, because that was who he was.

Gorrik wandered the deserted places of Sun's Refuge, avoiding people and staring at where some intrusion of Brand had poked into the cavern, and wondering -

Finally he wandered outside. It was nighttime; and it was raining. Gorrik walked slowly past the Sunspear sentries. A little ways past them, he lifted his eyes from the ground and saw, on a cliff ahead, the silhouette of the Commander standing against the sky, contrasted sharply with the glow of Caladbolg, which she held limply in her off hand.

He didn't know why - something told him to, he felt like he should - but he circled the cliff until he found a way up. It was slippery from the rain and, while it was mostly a gentle slope, at places the way was narrow, or obscured by the scraggly desert shrubs growing in the crevices. But he cautiously went along, stepping carefully and trying not to slip, until he came to the top of the cliff. There were a few dead harpies, and the Commander's companion, Beorn, had curled up under a tree for shelter from the rain.

The Commander had sheathed Caladbolg and her hands were stretched up against the dark, cloudy sky. Her eyes were closed against the rain, but otherwise did not react to it.

Gorrik glanced from the Commander to the sky. There was something, Gorrik knew, that was profound about this moment for the Commander. Gorrik stared at the sky for a moment that stretched and lengthened until it broke:

"My father and my mentor are up there."

Gorrik looked at her and found she had lowered her hands and was looking down at him rather intently.

She said, "Blish is up there too."

These words struck Gorrik like a blade to the heart; his throat closed up and his eyes stung.

He turned his gaze back to the sky. He had no reply. Her words were simple, but they conveyed the powerful: she understood. And she knew something. Up there, beyond the clouds, was where Commander's father and mentor - her deaths, her losses - were waiting. Up there, beyond the clouds, in the same space, was Blish.

Unbidden, the vision of the Commander with her hands reaching, stretching high into the sky. Gorrik's throat went dry in - anticipation? Fear? "What were you doing?"

"Beyond those clouds," said the Commander at ear-height - he looked and saw she'd knelt down on one knee, still staring at the sky - "is a constellation known to the humans as the Hands of Lyssa. The stars form two hands - presumably the hands of Lyssa, pressing down on the world. But they are seen the same from here, from Kryta, from Orr. We touched hands from across continents. That was what separated us then. Now we touch hands across - " now she sighed, a deep, long, sad sigh - "now we reach across world, or dream, or death."

Gorrik looked at the sky and, in his mind's eye, saw beyond the clouds to the shimmering outline of hands, reaching down. Or, in reverse; hands reaching up. Both were true. Both joined at the stars.

"Does it ever - do you ever feel them?"

"As clearly as this," Commander said, laying her hand upon his shoulder gently.

They were there, and he could feel it, because he knew they were there. The Commander wore a glove; Gorrik's own clothing provided an extra layer. They were not actually touching. But they were.

Gorrik lifted his own hand toward the sky, then let it fall, trembling slightly.

"But the clouds - " Gorrik knew he sounded lost, even childish, but he did not care. His hand curled into his chest and he felt a renewed pang of loss. The clouds were the single greatest barrier between himself and his brother.

The Commander closed her eyes and took a long, slow breath; it was not the impatient sigh of an older asura, irritated about his fixation on entomology. It was the slow, peaceful inhalation of someone at relative peace. "There are no stars tonight," she admitted quietly. "But they watch over us just the same."

They, Gorrik knew, did not mean the stars. They meant the Commander's father and her mentor, they meant Blish, they meant - well, the loved ones of anyone who reached to the stars.

"The Olmakhan," Gorrik breathed in new understanding.

Commander nodded, eyes still closed. "They look to the stars for guidance, for wisdom, for help. I look to the stars for comfort and peace."

She meant that everybody saw the stars differently. Gorrik raised a hand against the sky; not as the Commander had done, as if holding the sky up, her hand pressed flat against some surface, but as one searching. His fingertips outstretched, grasping, as it were, through the clouds.

He did not know where the constellation of hands was, but maybe Blish didn't either. Their hands were searching in the dark, and when the clouds parted they would find each other. Or maybe Blish had his hand out, waiting, with that smile of his and the understanding look - which Gorrik had often enough already mentally projected onto the expressionless form of the metal body his brother had been trapped inside.

That look - the one he had seen often in his childhood, the older brother explaining how things worked, watching him figure it out. Later, that soft, understanding, slightly amused look when Gorrik first discovered that there was a whole scientific field associated with bugs. Even later, the look came as Gorrik built a miracle so his brother could live - but it was not amusement anymore. It was pride. Blish would wait for him to find the stars. Whatever that look had held over the years, it had always held patience. And love.

There are no stars tonight, but They watch over us just the same.

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bumblesimagines · 4 years

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Listen Before I Go

Request: Yes or No

There are gonna be a bunch of different lyrics at the start and end of the fics (mostly from Listen Before I Go lol)

Summary: After getting kicked out by his ex, (Y/N) finds a place to stay at while he looks for his own place. His boss, and best friend, tells him her cousin owns a place with a spare room. (Y/N) moves in and attempts to avoid the other tenants but Gael has other plans.

Take me to the rooftop

I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue

Tell me love is endless, don't be so pretentious

Leave me like you do

You continued to write draw in your notebook, coping the buildings and streets. The mixture of smoke from your cigarette and the music coming from your headphones filled your senses. Callie, a new tenant, watched as you drew quietly. You didn't mind her presence since she didn't bother you or ask too many questions.

"Maybe I'll work up the courage to get a tattoo and go to you." Callie said, finishing her wine. You sent her a smile, glancing at her innocent face. She returned the smile before excusing herself back to her room. You took your cigarette away from your lips, holding it between your middle and index finger. The smoke drifted past your lips and up into the air, the wind taking it away. You began to space out, remembering exactly why you had to live at The Coterie.

"I bought the place! It's my fucking apartment!" Josh screamed. You stared at him in disbelief.

"You're the one who fucking cheated on me and I'm the one being kicked out?!" You shook your head, throwing your hands up.

"You know what? Fuck it, I don't care! I'll gladly leave your ass."

You snapped back to reality when you heard water splashing. You glanced back at the male swimming before focusing on your notebook. You began to shade the drawing, squinting your eyes slightly as you attempted to focus with eyes on your bare back. You could hear the water splashing against the edges and swallowed, dry throat aching.

"You're finally out of your room." You looked away from your paper, looking at the soaking man. You shrugged lightly, looking back at your paper. You used the pencil as a bookmark and closed your notebook.

"How come you never talk to us?" Gael asked. You had been a little dry.

You sighed, returning from a long shift at the shop. You had lots of appointments and some walk-ins.

"Oh! You're finally home! Guys, this is the newest tenant, (Y/N)!" Alice introduced you to the others. Some waved, others smiled, and some simply nodded. A handsome guy approached you.

"I'm Gael." You nodded, glancing at his hand.

"I'm gonna be in my room.. I had a long day." You said quietly, mostly to Alice, before heading to your room. You were still hurting from the sudden breakup.

"I.. I'm just.. Trying to get over stuff." You replied softly, moving away from the bricked wall. You butted out your cigarette, letting it drop to the floor.

"You might not know us well enough, but we're here if you ever need to talk." Gael said softly, eyes holding a comforting shine. You nodded, walking away from him. You headed to your room, entering and closing the door behind you. With a sigh, you collapsed onto your bed, tossing your notebook onto the desk nearby.

You smiled, listening to Paloma rant about a cilent. You chuckled quietly, coloring the drawing from the night before.

"I can't handle some of these people! Like, your man is the one who came asking for a tattoo. If you don't want another bitch touching him, do it yourself!" She huffed. You looked up, hearing two knocks on your slightly open door.

"Hold on, Lo." You said before putting her on pause. Gael gave you a small smile.

"You should smile more often." He said.

"Did you need something?" You asked, continuing to work on your drawing.

"It's time for dinner."

"I'm not hungry, I ate earlier." You glanced up at him. Gael hummed.

"You're gonna have to talk to everyone eventually." You looked at him, standing up and approaching him.

"Yeah, it'll be later rather than sooner. Goodnight, Martinez." You pushed him back slightly before attempting to close your door but Gael pushed against it. You sighed, pulling it back.

"Fine, I'll eat with you then."

"What?" You asked but Gael walked away from you. Before you knew it, Gael returned with a plate. Your lips parted, watching him enter you room and sit at your empty desk. Thankfully you had organized it in the morning. You gave up, knowing he wouldn't budge. You closed the door and went back to your bed, unpausing Paloma.

"Finally, wey! Why'd you pause me?" Paloma asked. You glanced at Gael.

"Can I say hi?" Gael stood up, climbing onto the bed and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Oh? Who's this?"

"Gael, he's a tenant." You said, watching Paloma raise her slitted brows. You nudged Gael off.

"Go eat your food, I don't want the mice in my room." You mumbled. Gael did so, eating his food with a cheeky grin. Paloma hummed, a smug look at her face. You rolled your eyes.

"Didn't you have some bad news, or something?" You asked. Paloma's smugness dropped and was replaced with a frown.

"Yeah... Someone stopped by today.." Your eyes drifted from your paper to her face as you slowly stopped coloring.

"Who?"

"Josh." You licked your lips, inhaling softly. "Oh."

"Yeah.. I told him you moved into a different part of the city, far from where you're at now. He won't be bugging you, I promise." Paloma assured. You nodded, feeling Gael's eyes on you. He silently stood, plate in hand before leaving. Gael returned, sitting on the bed and watching you, deep in thought.

"How many clients do I have tomorrow?" You asked, scratching the nape of your neck, a habit of yours when you were uncomfortable.

"Uh, like about.." Paloma looked away from her phone, the sound of shuffling paper coming from the phone.

"Four cilents.. You'll probably get off early if there aren't any walk-ins." Paloma replied. You hummed before the sound of a baby crying made you flinch. Paloma chuckled, giving you an amused grin.

"Mommy duties, I'll see you tomorrow." She said before hanging up. You smiled gently, turning off your phone and going back to the drawing.

"Cilents? Where do you work at?" Gael asked, moving so he was beside you.

"Tattoo shop." You replied softly, finishing the drawing. Gael hummed, his interest being elsewhere.

"If you don't mind me asking, who's Josh?" Gael asked, voice becoming soft.

"My ex."

"Damn, is he bothering you?" He asked. You shrugged.

"I blocked his number and social media. He's the one who kicked me out anyways." You said, snapping a picture of the finished product and posting it.

"Why are you always so.. Alone? You don't like us?" You remained silent, flipping through your pages. "Or do you think you're better than us?"

"I don't want to get attached to anyone. Especially fuckboys." You looked at him. Gael cocked his head.

"Attached? As in-"

"Thinking I can trust them and then getting backstabbed." You clarified, eyes hardening.

"You talk to Callie-"

"Yeah, cause she spills everything to everyone. I already know her backstory and I didn't even have to ask. I like people like her." You said. Gael straightened up.

"I have-"

"I don't wanna know your life story, Gael. Just like I don't wanna be friends, with you or anyone here. Why bother when everyone's gonna leave eventually?" You looked back down at your paper, saying the last part quietly and to yourself but Gael heard it.

"You'll be a card nut to crack but you'll crack, eventually." He stood up from the bed, giving you a smile as he headed towards your bedroom door and opened it.

"Night, (Y/N)." With that, he closed the door, leaving you in silence.

Sorry can't save me now

Sorry I don't know how

Sorry there's no way out (sorry)

But down

Hmm, down

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male!reader #good trouble x male reader #good trouble x reader #good trouble #good trouble x y/n #gael martinez x male reader #gael martinez x reader #gael martinez #gael Martinez x you #gael Martinez x y/n #the fosters #callie foster #mariana foster #alice kwan #the coterie

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 4)

"Wonderful Tonight"

Luna and Colson have been sitting by the pool together for the last couple hours as the party disintegrates. He fires up a joint and passes it to her. Then fires up another for himself.

"Cheers." She says lifting her joint, he chuckles lifting his. It had been a wild but intimate night. They had partied with tons of mutual and new friends, both keeping up their social personas. Yet, they still had also found the time and space to get to know each other. They had talked about their childhoods, parents, more about his daughter, drug use, fame. He wanted her to listen to his new album he was working on. She played him some of her own stuff. The only things they didn't discuss inside out were the separate worries on each of their minds.

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"So, how long have you known Ash and Pete? He asks her.

"Ahhh... A long time" she begins "I've known them both since we were kids starting out on the scene. I met her at a house party when we were like 15/16 maybe? She had ran away from home and we clicked, so I brought her home like a lost kitten for a few days." Luna smiles while laughing. "My Mom-mom looooves her. And Pete, she loves him too..." She continues "There used to be this great bar in BedStuy called the Boobie Trap. They never carded and did all kinds of different open mics. So, you'd get this great crowd and incredible range of acts. It was a really fucking cool spot, I used to post up there sometimes, just to shoot or draw. That's where I met Pete, he was just wandering around. So green." She smiles. I grabbed him one night and we smoked a blunt in the cut. To this day, he's one of my favorite motherfuckers." She says with a grin and a hint of amusement in her blue eyes. "I'm pretty sure I have a photos of him from that night." She laughs. "How bout you?" She asks.

"I met them both on set." He says "Just kinda hit it off right away with Ash, you know?" He looks at her. "I met Pete on Wilden' Out but we didn't click until The Dirt. Been rolling hard ever since." It's almost sunrise and little glints of light bounce off her hair. Her blue eyes sparkle.

"She's absolutely Fucking gorgeous." He can't help but think.

"You are amazing in 'The Dirt'. Completely embodied Tommy. You should be VERY proud of yourself." She says.

"Thank you, that means a lot coming from someone who knows him well." He says smiling at her. "I really worked hard to prepare for the roll."

"Your performance shows it." She smiles at him.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Those eyes and that smile....." Colson's head swims

"So, you and Ash ever hook up?" She asks with a knowing smile.

Caught off gaurd, sheepishly he looks at her "You know the answer to that."

"I do." She replies with an amused smile. She likes to see him squirm.

"You don't believe it?" He asks.

"I mean, I heard it in real time." she says shrugging "So, I know one version of the truth." She smirks.

"Was it... 'Thought it was gonna be awesome, ended up weird and awkward, better off friends'?"

Luna bursts out laughing "Pretty much!"

"You ever hook up with Pete?"

"Fuck no!!" She laughs "We're too good of friends. Youuuuuuu?" She asks.

"ME? He recoils "Fuck outta here!" He laughs too.

"So...." She says with a mischievous smile, wiggling her butt in her seat. "Tell me something...." She inhales deeply, bites her bottom lip, exhales slowly then says "Tell me something you are afraid of, embarrassed about or just don't want me to know." She says with her blue eyes daring him.

"THIS Bitch is a motherfucking mind reader." Colson thinks to himself in disbelief. "FUCK."

"Hmm..." He tries to play it cool. "Aight, I gotchu." He says sitting up, pulling her closer to him. "I remember when you took that picture of me. I looked for you all night after I got off stage but you were GHOST!" He chuckles, looks down at their hands wrapped in each other, then back at her. "That means, I've had a crush on you for almost 10yrs. without even knowing your name. Only this insane vibe you and your smile gave me..." He looks away. "It's fucking crazy.... I gotta know, though. Where the fuck did you go that night because I looked everywhere and asked everyone and it's been bugging the hell outta me for fucking ever." He looks at her, slightly annoyed, slightly embarrassed.

"So much for playing it cool, Asshole." Colson lectures himself.

A little caught off gaurd, Luna squeezes his hands and looks at him with a sweet smile. "I remember that night too. Very well. That's why I knew I had those negatives. I also remember that exact moment. That's why I chose that picture." She says in almost a husky whisper, looking up into his eyes lovingly.

"So you felt it?" He asks.

"I did." She admits, still holding his gaze.

"Why couldn't I find you then?" He asks her quietly.

This breaks her gaze. She turns her head. Staring out silently.

"ANNNND HERE IT IS, Loons.... If you tell him why you left you better tell him the whole fucking thing. UGH. I hate my fucking life."

She inhales deeply, sighing. This time rubbing her forehead with her hands, finally resting her chin in one, covering her mouth, while her elbow is propped upon her knee. She turns to Colson, who's legs are swinging him back and forth in the swivel patio chair he's sitting in. He stops once he catches her eye, leans forward, fingers interlaced. "Tell me."

"Psh. You'd better watch your tone with me. Especially if I'm about to put all my cards on the table too." She states, staring at him unwaveringly.

"I'm sorry. Please tell me." Colson asks leaning closer.

She unlaces his fingers, wrapping hers inside his, looking him in the eyes. "You couldn't find me because I had left because I DID feel it. I had a boyfriend and I knew..." She trails off shaking her head "I don't know what I knew but I knew it wouldn't be fair to him." She says sadly.

He looks at her "That's definitely NOT what I was expecting. You left because you had a boyfriend, instead of being some thot and cheating on him...? Why do you seem so sad about that?" He asks.

She lets go of his hands, scootches back in her chair, drawing her knees up. She's back to rubbing her forehead again. He's starting to notice her little ticks. Sighing is one of them, which she does again before she speaks.

"It's not the night. It's the boyfriend. We were together for 7yrs. 2yrs by the time you and I seen each other. We had a band. An apartment. We had problems but I thought we were happy and figuring them out. Until I came home one afternoon, almost 3 years ago..." She trails off. Eyes welling. She leans down and looks at the ground before looking up into his eyes sadly. Tears trying not to break. "And I found him hanging in our bedroom." She swallows hard, looking back down, letting the tears flow.

"Well the damage is done." She thinks as her heart sinks.

"That's why I'm out here staying with Ash. I finally sold our place and don't really know where I'm going or what's next."

A little shocked but more concerned for her, he slightly stands, scooping her up from her chair, before sitting back down. She shifts in his lap to rest her face against his bare neck and chest. He wraps his arms around her, stroking her hair. They don't say anything for a moment. Just hold each other and breathe.

"FUCK!! Just like Chester." He sadly thinks of his friend while he squeezes her tight. He's thought about it before and even tried but... "FUCK. Pete told me about this, he was his friend too." As Colson's mind races, he has a sudden urge to never let her go.

She lifts her head off of his neck, he wipes her tears away with his large thumbs. "Is that too much for you?" She asks, bracing herself.

"No." He leans up to kiss her. She lets him fully inside of her mouth. Letting his tongue drown out the buzz in her head. He breaks away, saying "Here, stand up." After he lifts her to her feet, he messes around with his phone for a moment before setting it down and taking Luna's hand. "Dance with me." He says to her as he pulls her close and the opening chords to 'You Look Wonderful Tonight' begin to play.

🎶It's late in the evening...🎶

He begins to sing to her, as her blue eyes look up into his, one hand running down his face, the other in his hand against his chest. She smiles, laying her face next to it. His other hand is on the top of her ass. He uses it to pull her closer as they dance to Clapton in the early CA morning. No words need to be said other than the lyrics he chooses.

He lifts her chin, singing.

🎶And then she asks me, do I feel alright. And I said, Bunny, I feel WONDERFUL tonight🎶 with a huge grin.

She laughs and asks if he planned it. "Not at all. Everything about us is kismet." He sings, with a wink before he lightly kisses her and she lays her head back on his bare chest.

Once the song finishes he looks down at her with a smile, sending her into a twirl, which makes her giggle as she comes back to his chest.

"Let me take you to bed. It's been a long day and all I really wanna do is hold you." He tells her.

"Ok." She responds, leaning up to kiss him once more, before taking his hand and letting him lead her into the house.

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To be continued.....

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lillyblogs · 6 years

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[Insinuation 2.7]

(Sorry about posting these out of chronological order; I didn't have a Tumblr blog yet when I first posted this one. Also, consider my liveblogs of 1.1 -> 2.6 lost to the ether.) [Insinuation 2.7] Brian and Alec were good looking guys, in very different ways. Lisa was, on the sliding scale between plain and pretty, more pretty than not. So Taylor admits to checking all of them out and also to finding them all attractive. Undersider harem when? Bug Please don't stick please don't stick I still want her name to be something cool like Myriad, but there's bound to be something of a joke to it. Lisa, though, put one of her arms around my shoulders and gave me a one-armed squeeze of a hug. She was a little older than I was, so she was just tall enough to be at the perfect height to do it. What caught me off guard was how nice the gesture felt. Taylor is attracted to girls theory: Confirmed?????? Actually, I get the impression that Lisa is supposed to be this but it's not quite coming across right and makes it seem like she has a thing for Taylor. We passed a twenty-something artist and his girlfriend, sitting on the sidewalk with paintings propped up around them. The girl waved at Lisa as we walked by, and Lisa waved back. Guessing she's an important character, a cape probably, but not one of the Undersiders. Circus? Spitfire? IDK I know too few names at this point. Alternatively, that was Uber and Leet. If that's the case, Leet was probably the girl and Uber the artist. If Tattletale's really a hacker, it'd make sense for her to be friends with someone named Leet. I supposed they might have a TiVo, though I’d never seen one. TiVo?????? Seriously, though, the Undersiders have a pretty fucking sweet loft. Also, Alec's an artist apparently. Knowing young fiction, this will either be the only thing he talks about ever or he'll never mention it again. ```“I’m jealous,” I admitted, meaning it.

“Dork,” Alec said, “What are you jealous for?”

“I meant it’s cool,” I protested, a touch defensively.

Lisa spoke before Alec could reply, “I think what Alec means is that this is your place now too. This is the team’s space, and you’re a member of the team, now.”How all great friendships start.“Last time he went up against Shadow Stalker, he came back here and bled all over a white couch,” Lisa groused, “nine hundred dollar couch and we had to replace it.”

“Fucking Shadow Stalker,” Alec commiserated.OOOH! Shadow Stalker sounds like they might be a rival villain. (Part of Faultline's group, maybe? Or perhaps the Empire, though the Undersiders don't seem to have major issues with them yet.) Can't wait to see them.Brian came back from the other end of the loft, raising his voice to be heard as he approached, “Rache’s not here, and neither are her dogs. She must be walking them or working. Dammit. I get stressed when she’s out.” He approached the couches and saw Alec sprawled on the one.OK now I'm 99% percent sure Brian and this Rachel girl are a couple, or he wants them to be. Or alternatively, she really is a mass-murderer with a dog fetish and that's why he's worried. Either way, isn't her identity public? If so, _why_ does she walk her own dogs, instead of having the other Undersiders do it for her? Indication of obsession? Possessiveness? Or maybe they have someone who can disguise people; Regent, maybe? Not sure if it would fit with his name, though. Regent, to me, suggests he might be part of some sort of Parahuman lineage (not sure how far back it could possibly go, since didn't Scion only appear in the 80s?) and that his power is _really fucking good_. He's their heavy hitter, the one who packs the most punches. Maybe he's a mini-Superman, complete with the "powers as the plot demands".“We’ll get you one,” he said, like it wasn’t even a concern. It probably wasn’t. “We generally haul in anywhere from ten grand to thirty-five grand for a job. That gets divided four ways… five ways now that you’re on the team.”Sounds like Taylor will be rich very quickly; she'll probably be against spending the money at first but give in after a little. She is the Queen Of Slippery Slopes, after all. In fact, I suspect the Undersiders are aware of that, b/c of Tattletale and are actively baiting her into falling all the way down and becoming a villain. However, they probably won't like the new, unrestricted Taylor Hebert.“I do know everything,” Lisa said, “It’s my power.”Still thinking superpowered hacker, possibly with some sort of tinkery flavor to it, with a probable focus on spying on and tracking people.“What?” I said, interrupting Brian. My heartbeat quickened, though I hadn’t exactly been relaxed to begin with, “You’re omniscient?”

Lisa laughed, “No, no. I do know things though. My power tells me stuff.”

Swallowing hard, hoping I wasn’t drawing attention by doing so, I asked, “Like?” Like why I was joining their team?

Lisa sat forward and put her elbows on her knees, “Like how I knew you were at the library when I sent me the messages. If I felt like it, and if I had the know how, I’m sure I could have figured it out by breaking into the website database and digging through the logs to find the address you connected from, but my power just let me skip that step like that.” She snapped her fingers.Damn it. I was wrong, wasn't I? But honestly that's a _horrifying_ power; she just _knows_ things she shouldn't. Like "everything about everyone ever", apparently. Perhaps it's some sort of weird form of clairvoyance; her power sees everything going on at once, but she can focus it on a specific person/area and it'll relay whatever it finds to her for her to make sense of with her deductive skills. Like having an omnipresent, invisible and intangible drone. Heck, maybe she's lying and she's just a Tinker with a specialty in surveillance and cloaking; would certainly explain how Rachel's able to regularly go outside, seemingly.Not giving him a chance to reply, she turned to me and explained, “My power fills in the gaps in my knowledge. I generally need some info to start from, but I can use details my power feeds me to figure out more stuff, and it all sort of compounds itself, giving me a steady flow of info.”Honestly I'm not entirely sure what she means by this, but it definitely seems like _every single one_ of my guesses as to her power was wrong.Lisa’s smile widened, “I’ll admit I cheated there. Figuring out passwords is pretty easy with my power. I dig through the PHQ’s digital paperwork and enjoy a little reality TV by way of their surveillance cameras when I’m bored. It’s useful because I’m not only getting the dirt from what I see, hear and read, but my power fills in the details on stuff like changes in their routine and the team politics.”At least I was right about her tendency to spy on people. And the PHQ's the _Protectorate_ ENE HQ, right? So essentially where the heroes work, and possibly live. Makes sense that Taylor wouldn't want to join the Wards if it's actually like that; she rather seems to enjoy having _something_ of a normal life and the ability to just go home and get away from this, to just be her father's daughter for a while. (Angsty plot twist: He's actually her stepdad, in addition to being a cape (maybe Armsmaster if he isn't a villain; tinkers seem sufficiently bullshit for that to work, and he was relatively nice to Taylor, if a bit businesslike-- _just like her father_.) and she learns both of these secrets at an inopportune time (perhaps after her first mission with the Undersiders?) and ends up leaving him and her civilian ID behind and moving in with the Undersiders full-time.)she grinned her vulpine smileNo way this isn't a fandom meme. Honestly, this just feels like such a memetic phrase and Wildbow _just keeps using it_. There are other ways to call someone sly and mischevious that don't involve how foxlike their smile is. Still thinking she's going to end up with Taylor, eventually and probably only temporarily. Unless she's also a double-agent. Would explain why she hasn't been the nicest to Taylor (she went out of her way to mess with her...), despite seemingly wanting her to join the team and seemingly caring about her. Grue, Alec and Rachel probably aren't going to double-cross the team, however. They seem like they're actually villains, albeit probably sympathetic ones. I can't wait to hear how despite seeming to only be in it for the money, they all have tragic backstories. Actually, perhaps having a tragic backstory is part of gaining powers; Taylor's got a lot of trauma and the Danny interlude did suggest that things turned from idyllic to tragic rather fast. And logically speaking, it makes sense that the villains would all have a lot of mental trauma; they're the people who society has chewed up and spat right out. Calling it right now that every Undersider is some kind of minority or other oppressed group: Brian: Black, possibly not straight. Possibly a single (adoptive?) parent? He seems close to the other Undersiders, so it doesn't seem like he'd live away from them by choice. If he's got a kid who he's desperately trying to keep away from this, things suddenly make sense. Or maybe a little sister/brother (I'm leaning towards sister), if he's too young to even be adopting children? Either way, he's definitely doing this for someone else's sake. If said person is old enough (i.e. 13+; I don't think the Undersiders would employ such a small child), they'll probably join the Undersiders after a few arcs of melodrama. Or if they're not, they'll do it (complete with the melodrama) after they grow up. Which Wildbow may only do so they can be paired with whichever Undersider doesn't get paired up, since I'm 100% sure they're going to end up a set of three couples, instead of a proper team of five. Bonus points if this hypothetical sister thinks Brian's a hero before learning the considerably more unsavory truth. Alec: He's definitely either gay or bi. There is no way that boy is straight. Also, he's got a French name, which is a pretty good sign he's going to be a Flamboyant Gay, especially if he picked it for himself. Lisa: A woman, also gay (probably). Possibly asexual, maybe? (She's definitely not aromantic, though; there needs to be at least something to use for shipping bait and "will-they-or-won't-they" tension, as Worm is basically YA.) Rachel: Maybe she's transgender? I'm guessing here. Didn't Taylor describe her as unladylike in appearance or something like that? Also possibly a butch lesbian* / gender non-conforming in some other way. *If she's a lesbian, Tattletale isn't one. It's a rule of how these things work. Though in that case, Tattletale wouldn't be a proper token character and would instead exist as a plot device / excuse for exposition and probably only exists to avert the Smurfette principle.They didn’t get a chance to tell me. I heard barking from downstairs. A matter of heartbeats later I was standing, three paces from the couch. Three snarling dogs had me backed against the wall, drool flying from their mouths as their teeth gnashed and snapped for my hands and face.``` Rachel can't control her dogs = confirmed? Or maybe she's a bit more unhinged than I was thinking, or both? I'm currently thinking that she's actually the sweetest and most innocent of the Undersiders, appearances be damned (it also makes her alias of "Bitch" rather ironic), but I could be extremely wrong. Since she works with dogs, she also probably has some skill as a vet, and probably acts as the Undersiders' medic as well.

I'm also starting to think that the Undersiders are using their actual names, and that they really do trust Taylor. Unless they're all lying about their names to each other as well as to Taylor, though they seem too much like fire-forged friends for that.

#worm #worm serial #wildbow #worm wildbow #parahumans #liveblogging

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