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foggyparadisecandy · 1 year
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On the Dangers of B—-i Sleep
[NOTE: this is NOT an advertisement to search out the files described. Just don’t. Don’t. I’ve listened to hypno files for decades with minimal impact. These files have damaged me. Perhaps permanently.]
Please consider reblogging if you think this can help others facing similar struggles.
**TRIGGER WARNING**
True confession time: I have listened heavily to a series of hypnosis files called Bambi Sleep. Why? I’ll get into that in a future post.
For now I want to discuss the dangers and possible paths out for anyone struggling with the effects - as I very much have been over the last few days.
SAFEGUARDS FIRST
I’m using words which are triggers so let me provide some incredibly useful instructions to all the Bambis and old selfs reading this:
Bambi is always as smart as she needs to be.
Bambi is always just as smart as she needs to be.
Simple instructions that Bambi obeys because Bambi is obedient and takes instructions. Bambi does as she’s told so she now knows:
Bambi is always as smart as she needs to be.
Bambi is always just as smart as she needs to be.
With those instructions, Bambi knows when she’s in hot water with abusers who want to upend and likely ruin the life of her “old self”, the original listener.
And guess what?
THE ENDLESS LINE OF ABUSERS
In the online world or anonymous assholes, there are a TON of abusers looking to play with Bambis and the old self with absolutely zero regard for long-term damage.
In fact, I would say my Bambi found five asshole abusers for every decent human being who just wanted to have some consensual fun playing with Bambi’s powerful triggers.
I had one such “daddy” nearly convince my Bambi to leave my life and my wife and find some anonymous men to take me in, in exchange for living as their sex slave. Yeah. So that’s what we’re dealing with. Not a joke.
These abusers are quick to gaslight and twist logic and paint the picture that they are doing you a favor (“hey, you came to me. I’m just helping you be who you want to be.”) to further convince you to continue being endangered and abused and falling further down the hole.
Yes. I’m a grown adult. I made choices to listen to the files. And yes, I - or my Bambi persona more likely - reached out to a “daddy” to have fun.
Or maybe your Bambi, like mine did, will start dropping messages on social for daddies to come find her and trigger her.
Social media is littered with regretful “old self”s who had to delete their accounts because their Bambis had done just that.
CONSENSUAL PLAY IS SEXY PLAY
The ultimate problem with Bambi is she is designed and trained to be a real dummy who just sits back and waits for orders to follow.
Many of the files are about becoming stupid as a rock and blanking away your old personality and memories and identity and name and replacing it with this new empty shell who just wants to obey and suck cock.
And trust me, I get the appeal of “getting dumb” in trance.
I *soooooooo* get it. The idea of just giving over and submitting to another and letting them take the wheel.
And after connecting with so many peeps here on tumblr, I know I’m not the only one looking to dumb down, turn off my brain, submit, and just follow orders blindly.
Life can be hard and stressful. Blanking out is such a seductive concept.
But here’s the thing:
You can’t have consent with a dumb object that is programmed to blindly accept orders, obey orders, and then forget those new orders were orders at all.
By definition, there cannot be consent with Bambi. There is only abuse.
“BRAINWASHING DOESN’T CHANGE ANYONE AND HEY, *YOU* REACHED OUT TO *ME*”
It’s debatable about the effect brainwashing has on people. I have listened to hypno files for years and never had anything other than short-term effects. No big deal.
But Bambi is something on a different level. It’s pervasive and seductive and is a form of conditioning that erodes your core character.
If you ever have had a friend or relative get addicted to nonsense conspiracy theories, it’s kind of like that. Did they always believe the aliens are controlling the liberal plot to introduce tracking chips by starting a global pandemic? Maybe? But probably, no.
And yeah … maybe I did reach out to you.
Maybe it wasn’t my Bambi and I was in charge.
Did we discuss limits? Did we get a safeword established? Are you there to fucking take care of me as a good dominant should take care of their submissive?
Or did you think it was going to be fun to ruin someone else’s life by twisting them up … just because you had some levers to do so?
BRINGING IT HOME
I reached out to a few folks during my recent difficulties and want to confirm that, yes, by god, thank god, there are some really decent folks out there willing to help a total stranger who got into a nasty jam.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you all. And thank you for your articles on safe ethical hypnosis. Keep it up. The subjects and submissives lining up for fun play need to read those articles and need to play safe or not play at all. Bambi is not safe.
If you are reading this thinking, “oh it can’t be that bad, it sounds fun, where can I find these files,” you have not read a single thing I wrote. I’ve talked with dozens of other Bambis and only found one who had avoided the nasty pitfalls (she is amazing and literally unique).
Those are not good odds. Don’t think you are going to beat them.
If you yourself are struggling with Bambi, feel free to hit my DMs or my Asks and I will support you in finding a path out as best as I can.
But in the meantime, the best thing to remember, the best thing to do is for Bambi to accept and obey these instructions:
Bambi is always as smart as she needs to be.
Bambi is always just as smart as she needs to be.
Bambi loves fun and a good time.
Bambi can smell predatory assholes.
Bambi can run from predatory assholes.
And Bambi can come to me for help.
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parked car confessions - a Steve Harrington imagine
summary: another friends to lover imagine, this is similar to my mixed signals imagine that i wrote, and you can read that here! This is a steve x fem!reader using she/her pronouns. Steve misses the usual Friday night movie to go on a date, much to your despair... it’s a bit angsty and fluffy! 
warnings: sweating and mentions of food
word count: exactly 4k 
note: i posted this yesterday but it didn’t show up anywhere??? so i’m trying again, hopefully it works
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A snaffle at the popcorn box brings your attention away from the film and you turn towards Dustin who’s grabbing a huge handful of the popcorn out of the bag in your hands. “Woah, easy there.” You whisper, trying not to distract the others from the movie. He just twists his face up in retaliation and sticks a finger to his lips, shoving the entire handful of popcorn into his mouth and over-exaggerating his chews. Painstakingly, you hold in a laugh at his expressions and mannerisms, no matter how crappy you feel you rely on Dustin to make you laugh. It’s Friday night and as usual, you’re all huddled together watching a movie of Mike’s choice tonight as you’re all at the Wheeler’s. Honestly, you haven’t been paying attention as tonight Steve bailed, at the last minute, and you’ve felt uneasy ever since. When the others asked why, he wouldn’t divulge and that’s when you started to suspect he was meeting someone, maybe going on a date.
Simply put, you like him. You know the others know after you accidentally confessed to Robin after you’d had a few drinks, and you know she wouldn’t be able to hold off telling the others. In a way though, you don’t mind. Yours and Steve’s relationship was an odd one that everyone just couldn’t understand. There are obvious feelings, on your part, and sometimes on Steve’s, but then he would adamantly deny there was anything there. There have been nights you’ve cried out of sheer frustration at the fact that you feel you’re getting nowhere with him, and all you want to do is be with him.
So, here you’re sat, half watching the film, half worrying about where he is and what he’s getting up to. The inside of your cheek is toying in between your back teeth as you play over different scenarios in your mind. Annoyance rises within you, suddenly starting to feel slightly enraged that you’ve gone for so long being toyed about. Something deep within you makes you want to confront him and tell him how much he’s hurt you.  
Later, as the film seems to be drawing to a close, there’s a quick two knocks on the front door and then it swooshes open, a sudden draft entering the room. You whip your head around and see Steve turning to close the door, starting to kick his shoes off. Unimpressed, you turn back around and pretend like nothing’s happened.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” He says.
Max’s face screws up, “Late? You’ve missed the whole movie.”
Steve places himself down on the floor, just next to where you’re sat on the couch and Dustin gives him a pat on the shoulder, to which Steve turns around and they do some sort of quick hand gesture with each other. The rest of the guys mumble a quick hello, but their attention is mainly on the film. Your eyes shift back to the screen, and you can feel Steve’s gaze on you, only for a second. He finds it odd how you haven’t really acknowledged him, or even said hi. Everyone settles back down to finish the film and when the film finally finishes, the black background casts the room into a sudden darkness, only illuminated by the white credits rolling on. It doesn’t take two minutes before Robin is questioning Steve on his absence.
“So, you gonna share with us what better things you had to do than be here?” She turns in the armchair to face him, her legs lazily draped over the side. “And don’t say work.” Her eyebrow goes up as she looks at him, “Because I’ll know you’re lying.”
Steve shakes his head and looks back at Robin, smirking slightly, “I’ve just been busy, guys.”
Dustin is quick to retort, “Wearing a pretty snazzy jacket there though Steve… what could require such a fashionable, and impressive, outfit choice?”
Your eyes bore into the television, everyone knows fine well he’s been on a date. Steve lets out a long sigh, puffs his cheeks and shrugs, trying not to laugh at the questions being thrown his way. You glance over at Robin who’s looking back at you with a kind-hearted expression, and you just roll your eyes ever so slightly.
“Come on man, who’s been the lucky person to spend tonight in your presence?” Dustin places his hands on the back of his shoulders and slightly shakes him from side to side.
Steve brushes his hands off and holds his palms up, “Alright, alright.” Your stomach drops, even though you knew, it’s going to be different hearing him say it. “It was Katie, we used to have Math together. She came into the store the other day to rent a movie and we got talking and… figured I’d ask her out.” Wow. Your cheeks flush with warmth and if you were alone now, you’d probably shed a little tear and start to feel sorry for yourself. But tears don’t threaten you right now, sheer anger does. Part of you feels that Steve knows your feelings towards him and just doesn’t mention them, but maybe he is just oblivious. “You okay, (y/n)? You’re pretty quiet.”
You lower your gaze to where he’s sat in front of you and feel yourself softening towards him, his eyes are so kind and he really hasn’t got a bad bone in his body, so you feel guilty almost for feeling so angry with him. “Totally.” You reply, “Glad you had a good time.” You offer a smile to him, however you felt you did not want everyone suspecting you were pissed off. That wasn’t the reply Steve was expecting, however. Like a thick blanket, an awkward silence sits atop of everyone, almost feeling like it’s smothering. It becomes uncomfortable and Max soon realises, “I think we should probably get going…” she looks around at everyone else, urging with wide eyes for someone to agree.
You take the hint, “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.” Pushing the thin blanket from your legs, you stand up and stretch slightly, heading for the door with the others to put your shoes on.
“Thanks for having us!” Lucas calls back to Mike and Nancy who are still sat around the sofas with Robin, El and Steve. The group call out goodbyes and you all head out the door. The kids have their bikes, but you chose to walk tonight, you enjoy the walk as it’s a nice, scenic part of town. The others will find it odd that you didn’t stay, as you usually stay up late into the night with them once the kids have gone, but tonight you couldn’t find it in you to want to make pleasantries with Steve.
Steve sits with a bewildered look on his face after you leave, and he looks around at the others. “Am I missing something? What the hell was up with (y/n)?” Nancy and Robin share a glance and Steve catches onto it, sighing heavily. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Are you sworn to secrecy or some shit? You guys stuck in the sixth grade?”
“Hey, woah.” Robin starts, “Don’t be like that with us, Harrington.” The pair stare at each other a minute. Albeit they work together nearly all the time and spend time outside of work together, the pair very rarely have an argument. The tone in their voices has an edge to it which is very rare to appear in conversations. “Don’t you ever think for a second how you’re making her feel?”
“Making who feel?!”
“Don’t give us that shit, Steve.” Nancy quickly snaps back at him, getting up to start to tidy away the living room. Mike silently slipped away when he realised the conversation was starting to turn sour. Steve places his forehead in his palm and rubs back and forth, as if he’s getting a headache. “Did not expect my night to end like this.” He sighs.
Robin tuts “Oh boohoo.” She stands up, giving Nancy a hand collecting in random bits of popcorn from the carpet. She looks up at him, enjoying the fact her and Nancy are ripping into him a little. “Did you even have a good time with Katie?” She asks, already knowing the answer.
Steve plays the night over in his head. It had been a pleasant time, they’d gone to the movies, he drove her home, nothing significant happened but he just didn’t feel anything for her. He does, however, feel something for you, which he’s been repressing for so long. He just never knew how to approach the situation. “Not particularly.” He shakes his head, starting to feel annoyed at the situation.
Robin sits back down on the sofa, finishing off some rogue bits of popcorn left in the boxes, and she shakes them to release the hardened corn from the sides. “Think you should just go talk to her, to be honest.”
“She’s gone home! It’s too late now.”
Robin shakes her head and tosses a piece of popcorn up and into her mouth, “No, she’s walking dumbass. Go find her, be the Knight in shining armour you so desire to be.”
Something stirs in Steve, a protective urge flares within him, the thought of you walking alone doesn’t sit well with him. He stands and makes his way towards the door, quickly slipping into his trainers. He looks back at Nancy and Robin, both staring back at him with a slightly smug look on their faces.  
The night is a lot colder than you anticipated and your jumper isn’t doing a particularly good job of keeping the cold from seeping in and settling a chill in your bones. You cross your arms across your chest as you become aware of your teeth starting to chatter, you just want to be home. You quicken your pace slightly to try and get home quicker, attempting to put tonight to the back of your mind, but you know that won’t happen. As you turn the corner, headlights illuminate the road in front of you and you can hear the sound of an engine rolling towards you, going too slow to pass you. Your eyes widen and you quicken your pace again, unaware of whose car it is and why they would be travelling so slowly behind you. Different thoughts start racing around your mind before you hear a quick acceleration and before you know it the car is beside you, but you keep your eyes fixed forward. “Hey, do you want a ride home?” Steve. Your pace relaxes now that you know it’s him, but you continue to walk, so he continues to roll steadily alongside you, his eyes darting from you to the road. “Come on, please don’t ignore me.”
“No, I don’t want a ride home.” You reply, an edge to your voice he hasn’t heard before.
The car continues beside you, and you look over to him leaning across so he can shout out the open passenger window to you. “(y/n), please get in so we can talk.”
Your brows furrow, oh so now he wants to talk. “I live around the corner; we won’t have much of a talk by the time you drop me home.”
“Then we can just sit on your drive for a bit.” You shake your head, steadily continuing with your walk. You hear an exasperated sigh float from the car, “I don’t wanna go home knowing we’re not on good terms. Please, come talk to me.” Finally, you stop. Steve silently thanks you and now just hopes you’re going to get in the car. You toy with the idea in your mind, he doesn’t want to go home knowing we’re not on good terms… oh fuck it. You reach over and open the passenger door, closing it with a bit more force than anticipated it makes Steve jump slightly.
“Sorry.” You mumble, knowing he’s precious about his car. “Let’s go then.” You gesture with your hand for him to start driving and he does, the car smoothly starting to roll away.
You ride in silence to your house, which only has the porch house illumined and the rest of your house sits in darkness. He knocks the engine off then turns to face you; your eyes had not moved from the road in front since you got in the car.
He clears his throat, trying to also clear the awkward tension in the car. “Please tell me what’s bothering you.”
Ask and you shall receive. “Why didn’t you just come straight out tonight and say that you’d been on a date?” Your heart starts hammering against your ribcage, “People had to coax it out of you, and you went along with it. You just didn’t need to beat around the bush with saying where you’d been, it was weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yes! Weird. What was the reason you didn’t wanna admit to being on a date? Even though, it was pretty fucking obvious.”
He pauses for a few seconds, “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
You scoff, “Oh, how considerate. Thank you.” Your hands are becoming more expressive with the more annoyed you get.
He places a hand on the steering wheel and furrows his brows, “Well, yeah, I was trying to be considerate. I didn’t want you to get upset.” You shake your head and twist your face, but then your stomach drops, the only reason he wouldn’t want you to get upset is that he knows how you feel. You soften into the seat a little and let out a big breath, your teeth find the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek again and you begin to chew on it, ever so slightly. “I don’t know why, I guess I was bored and-”
“Please don’t just make up excuses, Steve.” You turn to face him as you cut him off, his face looks tired and stressed, “This is not how I pictured this, at all, but I really like you.” Your voice sounds tired and you pause a second to take in his facial expression which has softened. “I have for such a long time and I’m pretty sure the guys all know, Robin definitely does, but that’s beside the point. We’ve been friends for so long and if that’s all you see us as then that’s fine but, I just get frustrated sometimes.” You pause for a second, letting it sit between the two of you, but Steve says nothing, almost just wanting you to continue talking. He's given you his full attention the whole time, holding onto every word you’ve said. “It seems to me sometimes; you feel the same. But then, you deny it and go on dates with other people. There’s a part of me that always holds a little hope that maybe, for some reason, you’re just holding out at accepting how you really feel.”
Bingo. How are you so good at this?
“Am I wrong, Steve?” You look back at him now, almost in anticipation. He can’t seem to muster up the right thing to say, so just slowly shakes his head. A silence falls over the pair of you and he just lets it stay for a few minutes before speaking again.
“How come you’ve waited all this time to say something?” He asks.
Your eyes search his, “Well, when you deny liking me and then date other people it doesn’t exactly encourage me to share my feelings. I’m just sick of feeling like one day you like me and the next you’re uninterested. I wish you’d just be honest with me.” You pause a second, a thought suddenly making its way into your consciousness. “Wait, how long have you known?”
He thinks for a second, giving it some real consideration. “Um, like three weeks maybe. Robin slipped it into conversation at work.”
“Oh.”
“And I’ve wanted to talk to you about it but then I guess I got a bit annoyed; I don’t know. I asked Katie out to sort of test it and see if how I felt was real. And it was.”
“Hold on, you needed to date someone else, to test yourself?” You sit back against the door holding your hands closed in your lap.
“You’re missing my point! I went on the date, and I didn’t like it, I didn’t enjoy myself. I was thinking of you the whole time, God dammit (y/n). How do you just expect me to know how you feel if you don’t even communicate with me?! I can’t read your mind. I hate that Robin had to tell me how you felt. I wanted to hear it from you.” His hands point in your direction, to accentuate his argument. He has a point, you’d never spoken about it with Steve, you’ve been close to, but then froze and decided against it. The air in the car suddenly feels uncomfortably warm and you crack the door open a little, Steve’s face turning alarmed when he thinks you’re opening it to leave. When he sees you’re staying, he settles. Awkwardly, you look down at your fingers and tug at a tiny piece of hangnail. You’d never really considered how Steve might have felt, and you felt awful for it. Steve’s hand reaches over and gently takes your fingers away from pulling at your skin, he holds your hand there for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry I never spoke to you about how I felt or anything, I just really didn’t know how to put it or whether I’d just get rejected then it would make everything awkward.” You shrug nonchalantly. It feels nice having his hand in yours and you give it a small squeeze.
“I felt like such a dick, coming in late to Mike’s then seeing you sitting there alone.” He shakes his head slightly, almost as if he’s in an argument with himself. “Well, you weren’t ‘alone’, but you know what I mean.” You scrunch your lips up and nod, letting him continue. “I don’t know why the hell I ever asked her.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it Steve, it’s done now it’s happened. I’m just sorry for not talking to you about it.” Your thumbs are gliding over each other, it seems cliché, but you almost can’t believe you finally have his hand in yours.
“Well, now that it’s all out there and we’ve established that… how about we go to that little place you like? The one with the tables outside and the good pizza. Tomorrow?”
Your face screws up and you place the palm of your hand on your forehead, “Shit… I have a date tomorrow. I can’t.” He can tell by your face you’re obviously joking, he raises his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes playfully.
“Oh really? Who’s the lucky guy?” His tongue pokes out slightly as it curls up into his upper lip, eyebrows still raised.
You brush him off with a swish of your hand, “You won’t know him.”
“I bet he’s awfully handsome.” He says, in his best attempt at a posh accent which makes you laugh with him.
You still have his hand in yours and you slowly peel your hand away from his, “It’s getting late I should head in.” You state.
He nods understandingly and rubs his hands over his jeans, “Sure.” He looks towards the porch where the light is still on, wondering if your mom has been watching this whole time, she tended to be nosy.
You follow his gaze and are quick to pick up on what he’s thinking, “They’re out.” You simply state.
He doesn’t really acknowledge this but instead poses a follow up to his previous question, “So, I’ll pick you up tomorrow? Around 6?”
Your head bounces in a wave of nods enthusiastically, a smile painting your face. “Absolutely, that’d be great.” For months now, you’d found yourself daydreaming of him, of this. If your mind was unoccupied for a few moments, you found it automatically filling with ideas of you and him, doing the most mundane of things but somehow the thought brought you such warmth and comfort. Often, you pictured the two of you sharing a kiss. The thoughts bounce around in your mind as you sit across from him now, trailing your eyes from his, down to his lips, then back to his eyes. Your heart accelerates at a steady pace, but enough so that you can feel it quickening. Your throat seems to tighten, and your mouth goes dry with anticipation. Steve looks back at you, he enjoys looking at you and taking in your features. He appreciates your beauty and finds you utterly charming, even when you’re going off on him. He notices your eyes move down to his lips, where he carefully takes his bottom one in between his teeth for a fraction of a second, but enough so that you noticed it.
As soon as Steve did this, it’s as if someone lets a cage of butterflies in your stomach free and they erupt into a turmoil of busy wings and flutters. Your heart continues to pound in your chest at the realisation of what’s building.
“C’mere.” He whispers the word and cups the side of your neck with his hand, resting his thumb gently on your cheek as he pulls you in towards him. The car feels so silent as you allow yourself to gravitate towards him, both closing your eyes as your lips finally meet. You’re pleasantly surprised at how well your lips move at ease with his. He kisses you slowly, drawing them out before kissing you again, tenderly parting your lips by placing his thumb just below your bottom lip, firming his hold on you. Heat rises within you and your hand lays gingerly on his leg, your other hand holding his arm. You really don’t want to, but you pull away to catch your breath. His hand remains on your cheek as you slow your breathing down, not wanting him to see you got overly excited. He pulls you close again to give you a small peck on the lips before removing his hand and sitting back in his seat. Your cheeks feel incredibly flushed, and you know they’re a deep crimson, letting Steve see exactly how you felt about your kiss.
“Was that…” he starts, starting to put his keys back in the ignition, “was that your first kiss?” he asks with interest, he’s hoping it was, that way to him it’s more special.
Just as the crimson was starting to dissipate, it reappears. You know Steve has had multiple kisses, so you feel silly that you have only ever had one, that has only just occurred now. Or maybe he asked because the kiss was so bad, and he could tell you’re a rookie? Oh god…
“Oh, shit was it that bad!?” You ask, covering your mouth with your fingers suddenly feeling awkward.
His eyes widen and he shakes his hands, “No no no, no definitely not. Are you kidding me (y/n), talk about a tease.” His voice lowers, with a subtle tone of seduction, “Best kiss I’ve ever had.”
You roll your eyes and push his leg with your hand, “Shut up, Harrington.” You turn and open the door fully now and step out into the darkness of the evening, thankful that he probably won’t be able to see your flushing cheeks. “Tomorrow at 6, don’t be late.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” He turns the engine on now as you close his door, softly this time, and make your way down to your front door where you fish your keys from your bag. Quickly, you unlock your door and turn around to wave Steve off. Once he sees you in safely, he reverses off your drive and you close your door as you see his taillights trail off in the distance.
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wolame-o-ccx · 7 months
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Hey there! Just discovered your blog and your TOH AUs and look SO interesting but I can't find any easy way to get through your comics in order (or where to begin, what each AU is about etc)
Is there a post with a summary or some link for the chronological order I may have missed?
And if you're taking suggestions, a pinned post with all the info would be great to help newcomers like me get into it!
Thank you for your time!
Hellooo!!! Yeah welcome to this side of the toh fandom - my space is especially unorganized 😭 I'll take up the idea to make a post summary!! For now I'll just state them here for you while that's in progress :3
For any other newcomers, this post might help you! Click more if you're interested :)
- PITMDAU (Philip In The Modern AU)
MASTERPOST LINK !! CLICK HERE!!
This AU is just what you think! Philip in the modern AU :)
Just to quickly brief you on how this happened ;
Philip managed to escape the demon realm ahead of the hexsquad but passed out straight after he went through the portal. Hexsquad finds him and decides to bring him home, because better a watchful eye than a risk or mystery right? He woke up two days later confused and even tried to kill someone but didn't work and he passed out again and then he woke up another day later less aggravated.
Quick note! This Philip is a little less bad than canon but can still be considered a bad guy :3
For a whole month it was awkward living with him and he barely ate anything but Hunter did give him leftovers. After a month of adjusting to their situation, (and seeing that he doesn't seem to have any intention of violence) Luz starts teaching him modern day technology along with the rest of the Hexsquad!
Or TL;DR : old man confused about the modern day
Final notes!!
• There is a spin off to the AU, which is Gamer Grandpa where, Philip has a Twitch channel and streams and you can ask him questions! (I have not been answering them 😭 don't pressure me but I'm genuinely sorry 😭🌹)
• There are also crossovers with my other AU, SCAU (scroll down to read about that!) And also future canon!! :3
• Philip eats glyphs and hexes holdem cards to keep his curse at bay! :) no palisman sacrificing!! No siree! Don't argue with me on this! Its canon! /lhj
• Also Caleb is there too to mess with Pip giggles
- SCAU (Sharing Caleb AU)
MASTERPOST LINK!!! CLICK HERE!!
Sharing Caleb AU is an AU wherein Philip and Evelyn, well, share Caleb! Nothing went horribly wrong, Caleb didn't get killed by Philip and so on. But wait! Its more complex than you think!
In the masterpost and the first few links to the first few comics you'll see, I'd like to note that they were posted before what canon SCAU is now so Philip didn't find Caleb (and Evelyn) in his 20s or so, but when he was 8! Philip stumbled upon Evelyn in the forest rambling about Caleb after a month of wandering around alone in the BI and she takes him home and Caleb gets a beating /lhj
They then at some point find the starchild The Collector in the woods (again lol) somewhere and bring him home — Caleb adopts him, inevitably creating the Witteclaw Siblings (TC&Pip) (the chaos bringers) (Witteclaw are their parents) <3 (also we call him Enzo instead of TC it's like their deadname lol)
Final notes!!
• Philip is a WHOLE LOT more tame than canon, he's in fact even a whole nother person (he was still racist for a bit but he grew out of that)
• Philip is a mama's boy as we like to call him here :3
• This AU had a crossover with PITMDAU, as you'd know!
→ following that crossover, surfaces Pipson! A slash mlm ship between Pip and Jason, a character I made as a joke originally from PITMDAU. Jason, you'll find similar to a certain um.. god.. is a human, orphaned and has a younger sibling (I self inserted myself but I promise I'm nowhere to be seen, it's just like one brief mention once) (Me and Jason because I share the same birthday as Jesus lol)
• There's also already a future SCAU timeline but so far only glimpses :) it's still in the works as I try to make Hunter exist somehow.
• Philip still gets his curse thingy! Except! He carved glyphs into his arms thinking he would be able to open the door to the human realm (obviously, didn't work) and he's now immortal and in pain and needs to drink elixirs and eat glyphs.
EDIT : FORGOT TO ADD BELPAPA AU (don't send me hate pls ☺️🌹)
- BELPAPA AU
FUCKING CRIES it's a .. it's.. it's um.. it's a. Au where.. Philip and Papa Titan fall in love ... No there's no masterpost but if you click on the tag.. belpapa au .. you can find the comics.. very ez navigation I posted like 5 comics of these only so.. um.. um.. 😭😭😭 HEAR ME OUR HEAR ME OUT!!!1! no I am not elaborating further I will cry
I have not updated the masterposts navigation in a long time, and seeing that my sketchbook is full and I haven't bought a new one, maybe I can find time to arrange them! So bare with me ok :)
EXTRA GENERAL NOTES
The crossovers that happen are NOT CANON to any of the AU stories, else it will just disrupt the story as a whole and I do not have the brain capacity or power to change everything while trying to make it make sense
I mostly won't focus on lore, the crossovers being an exception because that's what it's purpose is and has always been
Most of these comics are for silly fun times!! So have fun!! Or if you don't like it, that's cool!
Feel free to ask anything you want involving AUs and I'll even take suggestions or headcanons you may have! :3 Fanwork is cool and I'm fine with anyone using my art with the condition of crediting so you don't need to ask me!
Don't be shy to interact with my posts! I promise I'm a nice person! I've seen plenty of people being scared to comment, they always tell me they're too shy and I just wanna say guys I don't bite 🌹
There's also a Philip exclusive crossover (very short, only like three posts?) where PITMDAU, SCAU, Canon and Belpapa AU Philips meet eo.. that's all..
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cobwebcorner · 3 months
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If you don't mind me asking, how do you plan/structure your fics? Do you have an outline you stick to faithfully, or do you let the characters go where they want to go? How do you maintain a consistent plot over multiple stories while keeping them independent? How do you keep track of all the things going on in a single story, and how they interact? Your fics are always really well planned out and have tons of plot threads running through and I'm really curious as to what method you use to handle it.
Also in a similar writing advice vein, how do you maintain characterization, and even showcase it, in the middle of such plot-heavy stories? Most stories I read are either character-driven or plot driven, but yours address both yet also have them tie so well together and I just? Am really curious as to how you do it I guess.
Baby writer here struggling with plot, would absolutely appreciate any advice you could give.
sorry this took me a while to reply, the askbox didn't eat it it just took me time to get all my thoughts down coherently.
Plotting stories is a subject about which whole books have been written, and I don't pretend that I can cover everything in a single post, or even that I have that much useful advice. I can talk about how I approach it, but it might not work for everyone.
In Nano terms I'm what you'd call a 'plantser' -- half planning, half by the seat of my pants. Another metaphor I've seen used is a gardener growing plants up a trellis. I know where my series as a whole is heading, I have a few landmarks plotted out along an extremely bare bones outline, and I try to nudge my characters along the route as organically as possible. Full, detailed outlines just don't work for me because I get bored if everything is nailed down.
Usually I have a central idea/scene in mind when I start a fic, and then I get ideas for other scenes, and I get those down, and then it's all just filling in the middle bits. Outlining is mostly used in two situations: 1. for working out choreography in more complicated bits (like action scenes) 2. for quickly preserving my ideas when I don't have the time to sit down and write a scene out. All my outlines are really quick and dirty too. Here, I'll show you an excerpt of the outline for MaM:
An encounter of the BOW variety? “He gave it wings. Of course, he gave it wings.” “What is this guy's deal?” “I don't know, his parents had the poor taste to name him 'Angelus,' and things spiraled from there.” find angelus's bedroom Leon reads his diary Wesker is incredulous “Snooping's a bad habit,” he admitted. Why? I just want to understand. Even if it does nothing for you? so curious, leon
yeah that's how I outline. Half the time I don't have complete thoughts, just keywords to remind me of things and scraps of dialog.
I do not have a system of organization for keeping track of things. My fics manage the level of polish they have because of--wait for it, this is going to send everyone screaming--EDITING. Yup. This is the boon of writing a story before posting it: I can go back and change things as much as I want! I can even write things out of order! (I usually write things out of order) I reread what I have written so far a lot, making notes on elements I forgot about, dangling threads or plot holes to resolve, and spelling/grammar mistakes to fix. I also reread the series as a whole periodically, not to help with planning, but just because I like my own writing (I write for myself after all).
As far as characterization goes, I've already written a post with broad advice about characterization. For me at this point, it's like. I run Leon.exe and Wesker.exe on the meat computer that is my brain, dump them into a little maze, and write down what they do. I know that's not terribly helpful.
Sometimes I keep notes as I go along about where people's relationships are with each other, their power dynamics (for MaM I had a little scale to tell me who was "on top" at any given point), and if a scene is really struggling along I plot out what each character wants at that moment. I might even write a version of the scene just for myself from a different character's pov so I know their side. Sometimes I find the scene works better from the other pov and dump the original version! (this happened with chris, jill, and leon in the bar)
Basically, I try to keep in mind that every character in a room is their own human, with their own thoughts and internal world and motivations. It's useful to know all the potential conflicts between characters in every conversation. It's also important not to forget about your side characters. If they still have a reason to involve themselves with the plot, or they're still in the room, you should mention them and what they're doing now and then.
FURTHER RESOURCES
Here's an old blog post by jim butcher (author of the dresden files) which helped me a little back in the day, specifically with getting over the middle bits: https://jimbutcher.livejournal.com/1865.html?nojs=1
And let me also point you in the direction of the writing excuses podcast, which is run by brandon sanderson (author of the mistborn series) and several other published writers. I haven't listened to all of it myself but sanderson's a good writer and what I have listened to is interesting.
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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years
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Hi! I saw you did a Gloxinia x Giant reader and I was hoping you could make another one?? Like their relationship is similar to King x Diane in a way? Just general headcanons or a scenario I'm not really sure what I want specifically since I don't see a lot of Gloxinia x Giant reader. Thanks a bunch!
Gloxinia x Giant!Reader headcannons
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Omg yesss I can!!!! Back when I was like into sds a ton I wanted to write tons of giant reader with Gloxinia!!(personally I’m not great with the conflict aspects of sds so I tend to just void the holy war so I hope you don’t mind😭) thank you so much for requesting!!!! I know when I read Gloxinia x reader they didn’t have much of that!(pls if you ever want more of Gloxinia and giant reader let me know and request again!!! I genuinely love their dynamic and that style I’m not to sure why I stoped writing for them😭😭)
If I get an idea for a scenario of Giant reader and Gloxinia I’ll definitely write it and post it though!! I’ll think and if I come up with any for sure will write it cause they’re super fun to write for!!
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I’ve also never like shared just my headcannons so it may not be the best simply because I’m not sure how to phrase it!!
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Headcannons-
⚠️Light trigger warning?⚠️ reader and Gloxinia raising a fairy baby but in my head they adopted! It’s in the last 3 points that have it!!
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So the two of you probably met when you like stumbled near the forest or something and he just found you like super cute!
He tends to sit like in the pocket of your shirt and it makes him feel so powerful cause he can see everything!!
Like I said I don’t really love the idea of the holy war so the two of you get to live happily!!
Gloxinia probably spends a lot of his time outside of the forest after meeting you because your a bit nervous about damaging the root system of the tree so he is very quick to agree with you when you ask if he wants to go on a walk through like Feilds!!
If your friends with like Diane and King and like actually travel with the seven deadly sins I feel like Gloxinia would try for like a few seconds to convince you to stay but once he realizes your set on going he definitely is ready to retire from being king and follow you around!
He will grumble about how he doesn’t want to follow but than whenever you look at him he’s like nvm besties🥰I do want to!!
He tries to argue with a few people sometimes mainly king they get into light bickering matches and Gloxinia will like fly up to your shoulder with his arms crossed 😭
I think that he definitely will try to sleep like in both your hands put together whenever he wants a nap or something😭 like he will just like lay down(probably if your shirt doesn’t have pockets!)
I think maybe his sister takes over after he steps down from king and maybe the two of you settle down in a cute little meadow, and raise like one fairy baby!
The baby is a girl and she’s 10/10 super cute and will follow Gloxinia around chest puffed out as they do chores together😭😭
Overall it’s super cute and wholesome!!! 10/10 relationship that I will have to think about more because I haven’t even watched it in so long!!
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Now on a completely unrelated note, I want to start writing for MysticMessenger so if anyone wants something specific or just headcannons from that pls let me know! I love doing requests so much!!
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ala-baguette · 1 year
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Hello, I am reading your story "Knowing Where to Look" and I love it. I normally hate fics that have Harry and Ginny not back together after the war right away, but I really like your fic! I was wondering if by the end of your story, are Harry and Ginny going to be together? And are we going to see more Ginny?
Well hello! Thank you so much for reading and for reaching out. I'm honoured you would be willing to step outside of your comfort zone to a story that doesn't have the immediate Hinny reunion we all so desperately desire!
I think I have three Anon Asks that are all centred around a similar question here (sorry, I'm so terrible at keeping up with you!), so if you don't mind terribly, I'm going to answer all three of you in one Mega Post! So let's do it!
Let's talk about GINNY!
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For starters, let me please say, to any who are in doubt, I LOVE GINNY. And I especially love Ginny for Harry. I love how relaxed Harry is when he's with her. I love that she makes him laugh (and man, that boy needs more reason to laugh). I love that she both challenges and supports him. I love that they have similar interests. I love the way they banter. I just generally love the way they vibe.
I know, in keeping Ginny at arms length throughout Knowing Where to Look, I've caused many a Hinny heart to despair that they will ever find their way back to each other. But please know, I tagged their pairing for a reason. So yes. We're heading toward a Hinny ending. They're my ship!
Another Anon asked if Ginny has been dating anybody else to which my answer is 'no'. I know with Michael and Dean, Ginny was quite quick to move on, but I feel like things would be different after her breakup with Harry. Not just because I think their relationship was more meaningful to her (in my opinion), but also because she has a lot more on her plate at the moment and because this would be her first breakup that she was not the one to initiate. I'm not sure that throughout DH she would have really considered them over; I think she was holding onto the hope-- or maybe even the assumption-- that when the War was over, Harry would come back to her. So she's still grappling with the fact that he didn't. Moreover, there's some logistical issues that might get in the way of her rebounding with someone new: it's still the summer holidays, so she's been spending most of her time at home with her mother who is still beyond grief at the loss of Fred.
At the end of the day, I really feel both Harry and Ginny deserve some time to be single and work on themselves. Harry, in particular, has some healing to do before he's in any shape to give any part of himself into a relationship. And he's not the only one here who suffered some very traumatic experiences over the past couple years. Buuuuuttttt... Ginny's not going to wait forever, and she's off back to Hogwarts for her seventh year in a few weeks. There's more dating opportunities there, so Harry better start to get his shit together soon!
I do also want to add one note of caution. This is, first and foremost a Gen fic. The point of view of Knowing Where to Look, is obviously exclusively told from Gawain's perspective. Gawain is very interested in seeing Harry happy, but at the end of the day, the dude is hardly a romantic. So while he may be pleased to see Harry and Ginny get together, the relationship between two teenagers isn't really high on his list of priorities. Couple that with Harry's private nature... Well, don't go expecting some big dramatic scene in which Harry and Ginny make love next to a waterfall on a bed of moss while fireworks go off overhead and cherubs serenade them.
At least not where Gawain's around to see it. But who knows what those crazy kids get up to when they're alone!
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oswaldsleftbicep · 2 years
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the brothers + a suddenly bold and flirty gn!so
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sorry for taking so long to get to this one, i've been very preoccupied with other things in my life and forgot about writing smh. also i forgot how to type and accidentally posted this before it was done lmao
genre: fluff, spice??
cw: lil bit suggestive ok maybe more that just a lil, all actions described are done with consent between each party
Lucia
❧ ok so let's say you're a bit on the shyer side or just not one to perform acts of affection freely and with confidence me too
❧ but that's ok cuz lucia is bold and flirty enough for the both of you lmao
❧ but fr he's ok with you being on the shy side and is more than ok with being the one to shower you with affection and all that good stuff, plus he thinks it's adorable seeing you get all flustered and shy around him
❧ so imagine his surprise when you decide to be the openly affectionate one
❧ it was a pretty slow day, he didn't really have a whole lot to do, just a few odd tasks that took less than a few hours to complete
❧ so he's on his way back to his bedroom, bored out of his mind and glad that he's done with his tasks for the day and happy to spend the rest of the day with you
❧ he enters his room to see you sitting on the little bench by the window, doing your activity of choice, and your head turns to him when you hear the door open
❧ your face lights up at the sight of him, happy to finally have him back, and you stand up to make your way over to him
❧ you had been feeling a bit needy as of late and finally worked up the courage to act on it directly and now was the perfect opportunity
❧ as you're walking up to him, lucia is expecting your usual hug where you bury your face in his chest and hold him tight
❧ but when you get up on your tippy toes, grab onto his shirt collar, and smash your lips on his it's a very pleasant and shocking surprise
❧ he's quick to return the kiss of course, and after a few seconds you break the kiss and tell him how much you missed him
❧ he laughs and says he's only been gone a few hours, but you tell him it was still too long without him
❧ you hardly ever voice things like this so he's just in a state of shock and adoration at how cute and upfront you're being
❧ he only barely snaps out of it when he feels you grab onto his hand and pull him to the bed, declaring that the two of you will spend the rest of the day cuddling and providing each other with much needed affection
❧ once you pull him onto the bed, you climb on top of him and prop yourself up above him, going on about how much you missed him and his touch, placing kisses all over his face and neck in between each sentence
❧ he's loving this, like so much cuz he's usually the one who does this to you, but now that the tables have turned, he understands why you get so shy at all this affection
❧ his face is starting to get red and his eyes are wide with anticipation and his pupils are blown, and when you take in his appearance all you do is hum a quick "cute" and mans combusts right then and there
❧ he loves this new side of you and would love to see it more often
Levy
❧ you and levy are similar in that neither of you are super open about your affections toward one another
❧ like you both know you love and cherish each other, so it's not really something that needs to be said a lot, ya feel?
❧ so the two of you are in the library, having a chill little reading day, and you decided to go with a cheesy romance novel
❧ the characters in the novel are openly affectionate and flirty with one another, and it gets you thinking that it would be nice to act that way with levy
❧ so you pay close attention to the details in the book and take some mental notes before testing them out on your subject
❧ levy is flipping through an old war history novel that he's read probably three times now so he's not too deep into the pages
❧ so he hears you loud and clear when out of nowhere you say in the most confident voice yet, "levy, you're really handsome"
❧ he whips his head up to you like "ok?? thank you?? why tho???" as he sputters out his thanks and a pathetic attempt at a returned compliment; cut him some slack tho, he was caught off guard lol
❧ you smirk at his reaction, loving to see him all flustered and shocked like this, so you decide to keep it going, giving him more compliments that start off simple and end up super specific and detailed
❧ i'm talking "the way your eyes light up when you look at something you love is the most precious sight" to "when you touch me, you send shivers down my spine and i never want you to leave me alone, never want you to stop touching me"
❧ and with every flirty statement you give him, you scoot closer and closer to him and before he knows it you're on his lap facing him and placing quick little kisses all over his face and jaw
❧ he was in that state of shock for most of this so he doesn't fully absorb what's happening until you place a quick kiss to his major artery in his neck and he feels like he could burst into flames at any moment
❧ his face and ears go bright red and he quickly hides his face behind his hands in attempt to shield himself from your bold gaze, and he knows he should say at least something in return so he mumbles out a pathetic little "thank you, love"
❧ this makes you let out a cackle, not expecting to see your tough, emotionally constipated boyfriend get all flustered like this, and you decide to finally end his torment as you climb off his lap and make your way back over to your romance novel
❧ but before you can do that, levy grabs your wrist and gives it a quick tug making you fall back into his lap, catching your fall by slamming your hands on the couch on either side of his shoulders as his hands fall to your hips to steady you
❧ you look at him with bewilderment, waiting to hear his explanation: "... i didn't tell you to stop"
❧ you let out a quick laugh under your breath and make yourself comfortable on his lap once more
❧ "now, where was i?"
Mefy
❧ he's another one to not openly show affection with you, and the two of you are fine with your mutual knowledge that you care for each other; no need for compliments and excessive amounts of physical contact on a daily basis
❧ but you still have your needs, and you know he isn't gonna make the first move
❧ however, every other time you try and rush him with affection, he seems to sense it coming and evades it perfectly which is a lil upsetting for you, i mean all you want is some snuggles dang it >:(
❧ so you develop a little plan on how to make mefy accept your affection; you determine it's best to catch him alone and later at night when he's most comfortable, and you gotta make sure you ease him into it
❧ eventually it's night time, and since it's a really nice and warm night, you and mefy decide to spend some time out on the balcony where there's a couple little reclined chairs
❧ mefy settles down into one and looks over at you in curiosity when he notices you standing by his chair rather than getting into your own
❧ you ask him shyly if you can lie down in the chair with him, explaining how you just needed to be held for a little bit
❧ he takes a couple second to consider this, a brief look of suspicion filling his eyes, but it disappears completely when he nods and shows a small smile, scooting over a bit before opening his arms up to you
❧ you give him a big smile and a quick cheer of victory before settling your way into his arms and against his chest
❧ the two of you lie there together in silence, watching the sun set and the sky turn various shades of brilliant colors
❧ you're the first to break the comfortable silence, eager to carry on with your plan
❧ you start off with simple, mindless statements and compliments about him like "you're so good to me" and "you're the best partner i could ever ask for" and "you make me feel so special and loved"
❧ he listens to everything you have to say, only giving you soft hums in return; anyone else would likely get discouraged or even a bit offended but you know he's pleased by what you have to say given that his hold around you tightens every so slightly with each thing you say
❧ so phase two is complete, now it's time for phase three >:)
❧ you turn your head slightly toward him, nuzzling lightly against his neck before taking one of his hands in your own
❧ once you see he has no complaints, you lift his hand up to your mouth and place a sweet kiss against the back of his knuckles
❧ he still doesn't really acknowledge what you're doing but you can tell by the way his leg shifted that he's enjoying this
❧ you put his hand back down and turn on your side a bit more so that you can face him better
❧ you admire his features for a few seconds and gently grab his chin with your fingers to turn his face toward yours
❧ once your eyes meet, you look at him with complete sincerity and tell him, "i love you, my pretty boy" and it's almost uncharacteristic how he just seems to melt at your words and his eyes finally fill with returned adoration
❧ you take this as your cue to give him a big, soft smooch which he returns almost immediately
❧ affection is something he has trouble with doing genuinely, mostly out of self defense, but given time and enough reassurance he'll be more than happy to accept and return your affections
❧ and one kiss leads to another and another and soon the two of you are all breathless and half lidded eyes gazing at each other with nothing but love
❧ ngl he kinda guessed what you were up to and wasn't too terribly surprised by your sudden boldness, but with the right amount of time and words you'll have him like putty in your hands
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ruanbaijie · 2 years
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Hi Hanyi! Long term follower here. Thank you for all the content you make 😍😍 because of your post I decided to watch the untamed and absolutely loved it!! I would love to get more into the denmai world but not sure where to begin. If you could give me some book recs that would really help. Thank you again ❣️❣️❣️😊❣️😊
hello~! it’s my pleasure and thank you so much for the support (o^ ^o) glad you ended up loving the untamed and that you wanna get more into danmei! 
I’ve done a similar rec list here before, but always happy to do up a new one (´,,•ω•,,)♡ I’ve sorted the below based on my own ratings: all-time faves, 5 stars, 4 stars, and others I’ve heard are good but have not yet read or don’t intend to read any time soon.
I won’t go into too much detail for each and will leave out my typical rambling commentaries (my other post has enough of that *cough*) but I’ll note the genres and leave links (including to @minmoyu min’s much more detailed recs where available) for you to explore~ do watch out for the trigger warnings some of them have though (novelupdates will have more detailed tags). leaving out mxtx ones since most would be familiar with those. all art below are from fanartists on lofter, permissions for repost under the cut!
there are quite a number of titles below (and there are a lot more out there asdklfklf) but a great start would be to select based on the genres you like, and after you’ve read a few, the author’s writing styles! my quick take on the writing styles of authors I’ve read a few books of below:
huai shang: I REALLY love huai shang (*^^*)♡ she has a good balance of plot, action, humour, and mystery - and she often writes her CPs (couples) as a... very identifiable trope that I ADORE
priest: another big name in danmei and her brain is the one true galaxy brain like really plot heavy and intense and you’ll really need to focus when reading her works. another running gag for priest works is that it’s really difficult to guess who’s the top and bottom in her CPs (lmao) and her bedroom scenes (fun fact in chinese slang, these scenes are referred to as ppp or 车 “chē” literally: car) are like... blink and you’ll miss it (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
meatbun: ANGST QUEEN. another plot heavy author (but not as intense as priest) but she does inner thoughts and emotional scenes EXTREMELY well. a lot of 车 (opposite end of spectrum from priest) but these aren’t written for the sake of it; they actually do play a role in the plot
ok now the titles aha (disclaimer: I tend to enjoy mystery, detective, modern, and apocalyptic genres more so the titles and ratings below might are definitely skewing towards these)
ALL-TIME FAVOURITES
Po Yun (Huai Shang) 破云 (淮上) - Breaking Through the Clouds
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: modern, action, crime, detective, drugs, mystery
CP: YanJiang (Yan Xie x Jiang Ting)
Po Yun 2: Tun Hai (Huai Shang) 破云2吞海 (淮上) - Swallowing the Seas
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: modern, action, angst, crime, detective, mystery
CP: ConghuaYu (Bu Chonghua x Wu Yu)
Bu Si Zhe (Huai Shang) 不死者 (淮上) - Undead
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: modern, a/b/o, action, apocalypse, military, sci-fi, survival, zombies
CP: RongNan (Zhou Rong x Si Nan)
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Po Yun by 域说, Tun Hai & Bu Si Zhe by 真茗 
Lie Huo Jiao Chou (Priest) 烈火浇愁 - Drowning Sorrows in Raging Fire
Carrd, NU
Genres: historical, angst, modern, fantasy (xuanhuan), mystery
CP: JiLing (Xuan Ji x Sheng Lingyuan), ChunQiu (Yan Qiushan x Zhi Chun)
Er Ha He Ta De Bai Mao Shi Zun (Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou) 二哈和他的白猫师尊 (肉包不吃肉) - The Husky & His White Cat Shizun (Meatbun Doesn’t Eat Meat)
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: historical, action, angst, fantasy (xianxia), mystery, time travel
CP: RanWan (Mo Ran x Chu Wanning)
Xiao Mo Gu (Yi Shi Si Zhou) 小蘑菇 (一十四洲) - Little Mushroom
Carrd, NU
Genres: futuristic, apocalypse, dystopia, sci-fi, survival
CP: LuZhe (Lu Feng x An Zhe)
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Erha by 吃个冰粉冷静一下, LHJC & XMG by 灼忘
5/5 STARS
Ka Pai Mi Shi (Die Zhi Ling) 卡牌密室 (蝶之灵) - Card Room
No Carrd yet / I can find, NU
Genres: modern, action, death game, mystery, survival, unlimited flow
CP: YuXiao (Yu Hanjiang x Xiao Lou), ShaoYe (Shao Qinghua x Ye Qi)
Di Qiu Shang Xian (Mo Chen Huan) 地球上线 (莫晨欢) - The Earth is Online
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: modern, action, apocalypse, death game, horror, mystery, sci-fi, survival, unlimited flow
CP: DuoTang (Fu Wenduo x Tang Mo)
Ti Deng Ying Tao Hua (Huai Shang) 提灯映桃花 (淮上) - Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms
Carrd, NU
Genres: historical, modern, action, Buddhism, family conflict, fantasy (xuanhuan), mpreg, mystery, reincarnation
CP: HuiHuang (Zhou Hui x Chu He), YuYan (Yu Jingzhong x Yan Lanyu)
Mo Du (Priest) 默读 - Silent Reading
Carrd, NU
Genres: modern, action, crime, detective, mystery, psychological
CP: ZhouDu (Luo Wenzhou x Fei Du)
Si Wang Wan Hua Tong (Xi Zi Xu) 死亡万花筒 (西子绪) - Kaleidoscope of Death
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: modern, cross-dressing, death game, fantasy, horror, mystery, survival, unlimited flow
CP: NanQiu (Ruan Nanzhu x Lin Qiushi)
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LRPB by 乙卯巽, MD by 域说, KOD by 弱电讯号
4/5 STARS
Huang Jin Tai (Cang Wu Bin Bai) 黄金台 (苍梧宾白) - Golden Stage
Carrd, NU, Min’s rec
Genres: historical, conspiracy, political, reversible couple, royalty
CP: YanFu (Yan Xiaohan x Fu Shen)
Sha Po Lang (Priest) 杀破狼
Carrd, NU
Genres: historical, conspiracy, mecha, military, political, royalty, steampunk, war
CP: ChangGu (Chang Geng x Gu Yun)
Yu Wu (Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou) 余污 (肉包不吃肉) - Remnants of Filth (Meatbun Doesn’t Eat Meat)
Carrd, NU
Genres: historical, action, angst, conspiracy, fantasy (xianxia), military, royalty, war
CP: XiMang (Mo Xi x Gu Mang)
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New Student, New Friend
Pairing: Young Snape x french!reader
Word Count: 2,751
Request: #1 “Hi! Can I request a young!Snape x french!reader where the reader's transferred from beauxbatons and isn't fluent in english/has a thick accent? Love your work!!”
#2 “Hi hi! Love your work! Can I request Young Snape x French reader? Sorry if I dont speak well, english is not my first language <3”
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello everyone again! :D I combined both requests because they are pretty similar so enjoy!
Posted: 9/10/21
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~*~*~ = time skip
(Y/n) = first name
(L/n) = last name
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~*~*~ = POV change
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There was a strange static in the air this morning, one Severus couldn't quite place. He brushed his long hair back behind his ear and listened in to the hushed whispers of passing classmates.
"...Beauxbaton, can you believe it?"
"Nice to not know someone for a change - "
Beauxbaton? Severus gathered they were talking about a new teacher perhaps? Although it wasn't that odd to get new professors in the middle of the school year. Just last year the Dark Arts professor was promptly replaced when he went mad after a spell backfired on him; In fact, every year there was a new one.
It was strange that the new teacher should be a transfer from another school such as Beauxbaton... Maybe they were fired and no one else wanted them, must be down on their luck. And if that is the case, how very fitting for Hogwarts, home of inadequacy.
Severus, still deep in his bitter thoughts, almost tripped over the shoe that had extended out in front of him. He caught himself and whirled around angrily. "Watch it!" he growled, straightening.
James Potter smirked. "Oh, Snivellus. Didn't see you there.” His Gryffindor friends snickered behind him, bolstering his ego. "I'd get along to class if I were you. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back."
Severus grit his teeth and did everything he could to not growl his displeasure of being in so close proximity to the pinnacle of mediocrity that was Potter. It had been a week after winter holidays had ended but after another nearly fatal encounter with Black, he’d been forced to stay in the Hospital Wing un-zippering his mouth and a couple of fingers before being allowed back.
The memory of the experience made his knees weak, making keeping his riled demeanor that much harder. He was lucky he'd had the foresight to cover his nose before Black unleashed his hex. It wasn’t a quick run from the lake to the nurse, and he certainly wouldn't have made it with his nostrils zippered together as well.
"Mind your own business, Potter." Severus spat out his name like rotten apples, furrowing his brows in an attempt to seem more threatening however he could not help but notice the hallways getting emptier by the second. He knew better than to get caught alone with Potter.
He laughed and turned to catch up with his friends. Severus watched him go, only relaxing his shoulders after Potter had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. The hall was empty.
He turned and continued down the corridor when his hearing perked at the scuff of loud footsteps. He whirled around, hand plunging into his robes, but it was too late.
"Levipeds!"
Severus' head snapped back as his feet whipped out from under him. He hung limp in the air, watching his wand roll away on the stone floor. His hair nearly touched the dirty ground.
James laughed. "Welcome back, Snivellus!"
He closed his eyes as his boiling blood rushed to his head. He was hanging upside down in the air, alone in the empty corridor. He couldn't scream for help, he'd just get yelled at for disturbing lessons, and he couldn't reach his wand - as long as his limbs might be, his wand might as well have rolled down into the dungeons. He'd have to hang there until classes were over or one of the portraits decided to help him out for once.
"Eh... Excuse moi?" A quiet voice wrapped in a thick French accent broke the silence.
His eyes flew open and stared straight into the face of a beautiful but completely unfamiliar student. She bent down low to meet his eyes. She must be the mystery person from Beauxbaton, the new student as it turned out.
This was worse, so much worse than being caught by anyone else in the school - except for a very select few. Severus looked around in search of anything that might make this all less embarrassing.
"You need help, no?" Her voice was more confident this time, laced with a hint of friendly amusement.
"Uhh..." He met her eyes and hoped this new student would excuse his red face to be due to all his blood rushing down.
She straightened and pointed behind him. "This is your wand? I'll give to you?" His wand was in his hand with one quick flick of her own.
His eyebrows automatically shot up at her use of nonverbal spells. "Thanks," he tried swallowing but ended up coughing. He covered his mouth and performed the counter-hex, dropping to the floor with a grunt.
She rushed forward, looping her arm through his and helping him up to his feet. She laughed and dusted the dirt off his back while he stood paralyzed.
"Better, no?" she smiled, facing him a foot from his stiff figure. "I'm new seventh-year transfer... And you?"
For a moment his mouth opened but no words flew out, and then all at once words poured out as fast as if under a curse. "I'm - oh - yes you're from Beauxbaton, right? Yeah - er - yes, seventh-year as well."
Her hands flew up and she waved them in front of herself with a laugh. "Slow please!" she laughed again. "One more time?"
Severus gave an awkward laugh that matched hers and nodded. "I'm also a seventh-year."
"Oh!" she held out a paper and pointed down to the class he was late for. "I am so lost! You help me now? Oui?"
She smiled up at him and his heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. He nodded quickly, "Yes - er - oui, I'll help you... Actually, that's my class too..."
"Oh!" Her smile widened, "I need partner for the class! You have one?"
For once Severus thanked his unlucky past self. His time in the hospital wing all week meant everyone would be already partnered up. "No, I don't..." his face flushed red again and he cleared his throat, looking away. "We could be partners?"
"Bon! Lead the way, partner," she motioned for him to lead, keeping a very close pace next to him as they walked. "I am lucky to find you, did not know anyone yet. You are only third person met!"
He gave her a small smile as they walked together, but he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find out his status at the school. Being a new student, he was sure she’d make all the friends she could ever want by the end of the day. Then she'd reconsider her luck after everyone tells her all about her lab partner, 'Snivellus'.
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They made it to class late. The professor looked up and frowned, ready to tell them off when Severus' new ‘friend’ spoke up.
"Excuse us, Professor, I am new and got lost."
The professor sighed and waved his hand, giving her a pass. "And I see you're back Mr. Snape. Get to your seats, you'll both be working together - get moving."
The two back seats were empty and Severus was glad to be away from the front for once. His new partner set down her things, and as she bent to pick up her books Severus caught a glimpse of Sirius Black glaring at him from the front, a seat behind where Severus had been sitting the last term. Black had anticipated his return and was obviously annoyed with the change in seating.
"What may I call you, Mr. Snape?" The new student whispered, giving him her full attention despite the lesson continuing.
"S-Severus." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He'd die of embarrassment if they started teasing him in front of her for daring to open his mouth. "And you?"
She smiled. "Severus Snape? That's a beautiful name." She looked back up to make sure their conversation was still private and turned back. She reached up and gripped his tie, pulling him towards her. She leaned and held a hand to his ear, moving her lips inches from his ear. "(Y/n) (L/n)."
Severus’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. The immense drumming in his ears almost made it impossible to hear her whispers. When she released him, he turned to look at her, feeling his face heat up either from proximity or from her warm breath flowing over his face. "(Y/n)... Good to know." He swallowed and realized he had not moved since she had pulled him towards her. He would have felt like an idiot if she wasn’t looking at him so playfully.
"You gonna kiss her, Snivellus?"
Severus pulled back quickly and clenched his jaw at Black.
The professor smacked Sirius' head with a roll of parchment. "Mr. Black, disturb my class again and I'll assign you an essay for every night this week." Severus smirked. "And you, Mr. Snape," the Professor smacked the board, creating a puff of chalk, "- will hand me your notes tomorrow before class - legible notes, might I add."
Severus nodded as the class snickered and turned away from (Y/n). The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. Severus counted the seconds until he could run away to the library, away from taunting eyes. He hated himself for turning so red, but he hated Black even more for making him the fool.
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You could tell the boy, 'Mr. Black', had embarrassed Severus greatly. He was hunched over his parchment, focused completely on the professor's words, and never once looking back up at you.
You read the words on the board but soon your eyes ventured down to look at the tall lanky boy currently trying to visibly shrink in his seat. The moment shared between you both still played on your mind. He had beautiful long lashes and deep dark eyes to match. It had been fun to see him so flustered over you, but the guilt of what you'd caused sat heavily on your chest. That boy had noted Severus had been in the perfect position to kiss her, which... did she kind of wish he had?... Just to see - for just a curious taste.
You didn't know what specifically was so alluring about Severus, but you could imagine yourself wrapped in his arms, pulling on his long hair, biting his lips, and hearing that deep voice of his purring for more. Something about him - or maybe everything about him - made you wonder how gentle those hands of his could be.
The bells rang in the distance, marking the end of the lesson. You packed your things and sat waiting for Severus to do the same. He was slow at first and then after a quick flick of his eyes up to you hurried along.
You stood at the same time and motioned for the door, scrambling to translate your thoughts into English. "Lunch now? We can sit together?"
People filed out of the class, which Severus watched closely before turning back to her and answering. "Look, this isn't the only time… I'm not someone to hang out with unless you like hexes and spells to be thrown in your direction."
You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed, and his down-turned eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall. Before you could bring yourself to respond, he sighed shakily, giving you pause.
"It's not your fault... I'll show you down and then I suggest you forget about being friends." He pulled open the door and held it open for you without meeting your eyes.
What could you say to him? You stepped out into the corridor, contemplating how to phrase what you were thinking when laughter pulled your focus.
"I see you've met our Snivellus." The stupid boy, Black, came forward talking to you but keeping his attention on Severus. He had long curly hair nearly as long as Severus' and was taller, with proud shoulders held in a loose demeanor that still made him seem important in some way. His eyes shifted to you, "Hope he didn't drip any snot on you while he tried for a kiss."
You scoffed, “You do not understand what you saw. Please leave us alone.”
“Love, maybe you’re not understanding me. For your own safety I insist YOU leave this sniffling slime alone.” Black took a step closer.
Severus pulled out his wand but held it low, at the ready in an instant. "I’m done with your games. Unlike you, you nitwitted tower troll, I have places to be." He finally glanced your way, "Excuse me," and made to leave.
Black blocked his way, laughing at the now pointed wand in Severus’ hand. "Go ahead, I’ll be glad if you finally get expelled for using wands in the corridors. Mine's not even on me."
You eyed the smirk on his face and the tiny shift of his hand towards his trousers pocket. Was that a lie then? Whatever the case, you had enough of this game too. "My friend, Severus, is showing me to lunch. We are going now." You stepped between Severus and Black, giving the taller boy an annoyed look.
"I’m telling you, be careful," Black chuckled. "He might try to kiss you again if you’re too nice."
You paused and stepped back, looking up at Severus, whose eyes were fixed on Black, staring daggers into him. You bit your lip and chuckled the same way Black had, finding a different kind of amusement than him in this situation. "I hope he will."
Severus' head snapped to you, his cheeks slowly going a light shade of pink all over.
Black made a disgusted sound and a show of his fake nausea. “Darling, I don’t think I understood you correctly. Check your dictionary and if that’s not the problem maybe your eyes.”
This boy was really getting on your nerves now. If you’d been back at Beauxbaton you’d’ve already hexed him into a soggy pile of starter yeast, baked him into the perfect Pain au Levain, and chucked him out the tallest tower window. “Move it,” you made sure your French accent coated the word heavily.
Severus’ hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back. He kept his wand and eyes trained on Black but spoke to you. “Go down to lunch. I’ll stay here to have the chat Black so desperately wants to have with me.” He looked up again, “Let her leave.”
Black smiled, “That’s fine. Been meaning to ask how your winter holiday was after I last saw you.”
You turned to Severus, ready to protest when the door to the classroom opened, cutting Black off. You all stood very still and awkward, hoping to hide the atmospheric hostility that had been created.
The Professor locked the door with a flick of his wand and looked at everyone with concern. "Off to lunch, no need wandering the corridors. Now." He ushered everyone down the stairs, walking close behind in equal silence.
You reached the floor second to last, after Black and then Severus, and pulled on Severus' arm the second your Professor had turned towards the staff room. You kept your hand on him to make sure he didn’t decide to leave before you could talk to him. Before Black could step towards you to continue the ‘conversation’, other Gryffindor students pulled him towards a small crowd gathering across the floor. Whatever it was seemed to be of higher interest and he left with only single backwards glance.
You both watched him go dissolve into the rowdy group and suddenly the air around you shifted. Severus turned instantly, searching your eyes with an intensity you could almost feel. You blushed and slid your hand down his sleeve and lingered on his bare hand. Neither of you said a word but the electricity connecting your eyes and the comfortable silence that enveloped you both spoke volumes. "We could eat together, no?"
His eyes settled on your hand still on his until you let go. "Oui," he whispered with a smile pulling at his lips. “Lunch then.”
As you both walked on, he slowly crept closer with every step, making your shoulders brush against his arm. His pinky tickled the skin on your wrist, making you cough to hide a giggle as you entered the Great Hall. Your eyes flickered up at his and you smiled, seeing a gentle blush and an even gentler smile on his face.
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The Gangs All Here 🕷 🕷 🕷 | Post NWH Series Extra Chapter
Contains spoilers for Spider-Man NWH
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Read the whole series -> Series Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist
Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x female!reader/Black Cat (romantic), Benny Parker OC, Harry Parker OC, Mary Jane Watson x John Jameson, Gwen Stacy, J. Jonah Jameson, Andrew!Peter (platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Peter (platonic)
Content warnings: fluff. post pregnancy & childbirth, mentions of past violence & fighting. Profanity, flirtatious banter | female reader (she/her)
Premise: Guess there was more trouble in the multiverse than the Parkers expected, because to their surprise some unexpected guests arrived just in time to meet the newest member from the family of cats & spiders.
Note: okay THIS is the final part 😂 I had this idea the moment I started writing this series and kept it hidden to surprise y’all. enjoy 🤍
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“Yeah I just made it back to the house, darling. I’ll grab those things—tell the boys to text me if they can think of anything else and I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.” Peter had pulled up to their home, parking the car on the side of the street and locked it behind him. It had been a long but exciting morning for the Parkers, and they were going to be hopefully leaving the hospital that night or the next morning so Peter decided to go back to the house to get a few things for everyone.
Once he was inside, he took a quick shower and changed his clothes—tossing the old ones in the hamper. Peter grabbed another duffle bag from the closet and started filling it with a few things Y/n had asked him to get including the book she was reading, a portable charger, another set of clothes, her files and laptop so she could type up few reports while in the hospital and an extra packet of her daily vitamins.
He then put a few of his things in the bag before heading to the second level. Pulling out his phone, he read the list Benny and Harry had given him—asking to pack their notebooks that were in their backpacks and folders containing their homework. They both said to grab a random change of clothes and boxers so Peter didn’t even bother looking to see if they matched. Harry asked for his Yankees hoodie and Benny put down they both needed their phone chargers, deodorant, toothbrushes and paste.
After finishing up Peter zipped up the bag. He went to the first floor, going straight to the kitchen to see if the cats had enough food and water for the day. Midnight had immediately went to his legs, so Peter gave him a few pets before filling the bowls with water. Remus and Neo were roaming around, occasionally meowing at Peter for a treat so he gave them each one and Midnight as well.
There wasn’t much else to do so Peter grabbed himself a banana to eat in the car. He checked his phone one last time to see if there was any messages from his wife or sons. Nothing had popped up so he sent a quick text to Y/n letting her know he had finished up and was heading back to the hospital.
Peter had just left the kitchen and was walking to the front door—keys in his hand, when he froze. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, making him clench the keys in his grip. His spidey senses were going off at an alarming rate and Peter spun around to face whatever threat was there. But to the vigilantes surprise, there was a small yet very familiar orange glow in the middle of the hallway.
It was in the shape of a circle and glowing bright. Peter stepped closer, sensing the similarity but unable to put his tongue on the world. It was moving like a spiral while growing.
“What the…?” He said under his breath when the circle got bigger and bigger. Suddenly it opened—like a portal, and two figures with mops of brown hair were falling out, landing to his wooden floors with a huff. ‘Owwww’ he heard a male voice mumble.
An all too familiar voice….
“I thought the wizard said he could fix this!” The same voice shouted at their companion. “Where the hell are we now?” Peter could see they were dressed in normal looking clothes.
“I don’t know!” A younger sounding voice replied, just as distressed. The two pushed off the ground—the portal closing which made them both groan in defeat and it was then Peter was able to get a good look at the two. His eyes widening at why he thought they sounded so familiar. The bag in hand dropped from the shock. The sound causing the intruders to spin toward him—arms raised in defense, but they dropped it once their eyes registered who they were looking at.
“Peter!!” Peter 3 exclaimed, running up the older man to embrace in a hug. The force of the impact caused Peter—now Peter 2– to stumble a bit, his own arms going around the taller Peter. “Oh my god! I-I can’t believe it—I never thought I’d see you again man!”
Peter 1 skipped over, also grinning and joined the hug. Peter (2) couldn’t believe what was happening—confused as ever that the two versions of himself he had met almost a year ago were standing in his house. But that didn’t stop the smile from forming on his face, happy to see them.
“It’s good to see you again!”
Peter (2) had trouble getting the words out but managed through a chuckle, “It—it’s good to see you both too.” Peter 3 was laughing with joy, finding the situation to be amazing, “The gangs all here!”
“W-what?” he said when they pulled away, “How are you guys here? I thought—I thought it wouldn’t be possible for this to happen again.” Peter (2) looked at his younger counterpart for an explanation.
“It wasn’t supposed to,” the teen replied, still smiling from the excitement he was feeling. “After everything happened last year the multiverse was still in shambles—n-not just because of us. Turns out there was more going on that caused it to break. Like a lot happened. Strange was fixing it and somehow—I guess it didn’t fix completely because Peter,” he points to Peter 3, “ended up stuck in my world again.”
“Yeah I’ve been hanging out in the magic universe for almost a week—oh no aunt May is going to kill me when I get back,” Peter (3)s face paled at the realization before explaining. “Shit I’m not looking forward to that conversation—I-I usually visit her twice a week now that I live on my own, so she’s probably wondering why I didn’t show for Sunday night dinner.”
“So how did you guys get here,” Peter (2) asked, mildly concerned of what this meant considering their not supposed to be in his world. “Did another spell go wrong trying to get him back home?” Both nodded and Peter made an ‘oh’ sound.
Peter 1 gave an apologetic look, “He’s been staying with me while Strange needed time to figure something out. This morning he said he may have found a way—but next thing we know we’re suddenly transported here.” The teen then gives a breath a relief even though he was still feeling stressed, “Honestly I’m kinda happy we ended up here in your world and not some other place. Strange told me all about what he dealt with fixing the multiverse—and let me tell you shits insane. I mean there was a universe where he and my avenger friends were all zombies!”
Both Peters looked at him with bewilderment at the statement, Peter (2) going, “Z-zombies. Like actual brain eating zombies?” Now that was something he had trouble believing.
But then again Peter 2 should expect anything nowadays.
“Yes!” He shouted, “so thank God we landed here. I did not want to try and survive a zombie apocalypse without being prepared you know.”
“Well it’s so great to see you both,” Peter (2) smiled at them, patting them both on the shoulder. “You guys look good. How’s everything back home for you?”
Peter 1 was the first to speak, “taking it day by day. Luckily I still have my loved ones. They were supposed to forget me—all of you were, but Strange managed to make it so you guys could go home and everyone would still have memory of me. Though my world no longer knows Peter Parker is Spider-man—save for the few who do.”
“I’m happy you were able to still have them, Peter,” the man told him, pleased to hear it all worked out for him. That was one thing he and Y/n had worried about—especially with all the boy had lost.
“Thank you,” he smiled back, “I’m living on my own—but Happy and Strange are there whenever I need. And of course Mj and Ned. I’m attending MIT in the fall so that’s exciting.” The two Peters congratulated the kid, giving him pats on the back although Peter 3 ruffled his hair like an older brother would.
“And you?” Peter (2) looked at the taller version of himself.
Peter 3 gave a shrug when it was his turn, though he was smiling. “I’ve been doing good—still the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” he gave a wink, “I’m working at the Oscorp in my world—although I’ll probably go off and do something on my own soon now that I got my Masters.”
“That’s great!” The older man cheered.
The three were soon joined by the three cats of the family. Midnight was curling up to Peter (2), eyeing the others suspiciously while Neo and Remus happily nuzzled against the twos legs. It was making the younger Peters coo, reaching down to pet the little babies.
“I wanna say I should have expected you guys to have a black cat,” Peter 1 laughed, glancing at Midnight while stroking Neo. “But I can’t help but find it ironic. Especially with Y/ns alter ego.” He cooed at the kitten pawing at his knee. “What are their names?”
“The one you’re petting is Neo, my son Bennys cat,” Peter saw the shocked expression on Peter 1s face and remembered the boy didn’t know about his children. Only Peter 3 knew of that. “Oh right. I-I forgot you weren’t there when we had this conversation. Y/n and I have two twin sons, Benny and Harry, who are sixteen.”
“Woaaaah.”
“Oh and Peter,” Peter 3 looked up at the older man, “You did meet our boys that night in his universe. They got pulled in the same day we did and thought they were having a fever dream until Y/n and I got home. It was a surprise to everyone.”
Peter 3 just gave a nod, looking a little shocked, “Well I’ll be damn. I-I had a feeling—b-but didn’t wanna jump to conclusions. You know?”
Peter 2 agreed then pointed at the other tuxedo, “That’s Remus, Harrys cat and lastly this is Midnight,” he bent down to scratch behind felines ear, “Y/ns baby pretty much—although we both think he likes me more.” The three shared a laugh.
“Nice names,” Peter 3 commented, holding Remus in his arms while the kitten licked at his finger. “Very fitting.” He stood up with Remus in arms.
“Also Y/n will be pleased to know I have taken her advice and let down some of those walls I had,” the two noticed a slight blush coming to Peter 3s cheeks, “I-I—I might have met someone. It’s still early, but things are looking bright for the future.” Both were happy to hear that, giving him smiles. Peter 3 then took a moment to look around the house, “Speaking of Y/n, where is she?” His eyes then trailed to the duffle bag on the ground and slowly put Remus back down. “Uhhh…”
Peter 2 immediately rejected whatever assumption the man was making. “Oh no-no-no. We’re still together—very happily may I add. I was just stopping by to get stuff because Y/n and our sons are at the hospital—.”
“The hospital!?!” The Peters exclaimed, faces concerned. “Wh-what happened?!” “Is she okay—or your sons did they get hurt?”
“Everything’s fine!” Peter shouted back in assurance, holding his hands up. “Y/n is fine—as are our boys. More than fine actually.” The two noticed the happy look their counterparts face—which alarmed them why he was so happy his wife was in the hospital.
“So why are they there?”
Peter thought for a moment, his mouth opening before closing. A second later a smirk was on his lips, “Would you two like to come with me and find out? I take it your wizard friend coming to find you is going to take awhile.”
The Spider-Man’s looked at each other before nodding, “Sure why not. It’d be nice to catch up with Kitty-cat and meet your boys.” Neither saw the look Peter 2 had, indicating he knew something they didn’t.
They were sure in for a surprise.
Peter (2) led them to the car, duffle bag in hand and they all piled in with Peter 1 in the back while Peter 3 took the passenger seat. The drive to the hospital was mostly filled with the two Peters looking at how similar yet different Peter 2s world was. There was no Avengers or Oscorp tower. The Statue of Liberty wasn’t holding a shield. No billboards and posters dedicated to superheroes. Other than those things everything was the same landscape wise.
Peter parked in the hospital parking garage and led the two inside. When the time came to sign them in, in order to visit Y/n, they had to provide names and relation for the passes. Peter 2 had introduced them as his brothers visiting from out of town, not seeing the happy expressions his counterparts were giving behind his head.
Of course they couldn’t all go by Peter. That would make things really suspicious.
Peter 3 called himself Ben Parker—saying it proudly as he thought of the only father figure in his life. Peter 1 couldn’t think of anything at first, but then with a red face stuttered out, “T-tony, Tony Parker.” Neither of the Peters understood the significa of the name, but decided to not pry the boy on why he chose it when they were walking down the hall.
When they got to the door, Peter (2) gestured for them to stand to the side by the door so he could enter first. Knocking lightly before opening it, Peter smiled when he saw Y/n turn her head toward him. Benny and Harry were on the couch still and the tv was playing a dateline program. “I’m back.”
“I thought you’d be back earlier,” Y/n raised her brow slightly. “Was their traffic?”
Peter placed the bag down on the side against the wall, seeing how she was watching him suspiciously since he didn’t close the door right away. The smirk he gave had her sitting up, “What are you hiding, spider.”
“I ran into a friend,” he stepped back before adding, “actually two—and they want to say hi.” With a wave of a hand, the two Peters entered the room—grinning from ear to ear. A light scream escaped Y/n, hands going to her mouth, “OH MY GOD!! Oh my God—oh my God—oh my God! No way!!”
Her arms went out and the Peters went on either side of the bed to embrace her in a hug—careful of the wires attached to her. Y/n squeezed them, eyes glossing with tears all while Peter stood from the side smiling at the display. At first the twins were confused, but when they recognized the younger one of the two—they both nudged each other with mouths open. “Holy shit.”
“Hey kitty-cat,” Peter 3 said as he pulled away. Peter 1 also pulled away saying, “it’s good to see you, Y/n.”
The woman—still stunned, looked over at her husband who just nodded at her as if to say, ‘I know.” Y/ns smile was so wide she felt her face would break at any moment. “H-how the hell are you guys here? When did you get here?”
“We may have dropped into your house unexpectedly,” Peter 3 told her, sitting on the side of the bed. “Luckily your boo was there—otherwise we would’ve never known where we were.”
“This happened just now?” Y/n looked at Peter (2).
He nodded, closing the door of the room, “Right when I was leaving.” Y/n looked back at the two alternate versions of her husband, still processing they were really there.
They both hadn’t changed much despite it being a year since they had all met. Y/n looked at the younger boy, pleased to see he was looking happy after everything he went through. “So what happened then, little spider?” She smiled when he appeared happy to hear the nickname again.
“The multiverse had a lot of work to be done after you guys went home,” he explained, taking a seat opposite of Peter 3 so they were basically back to back with Y/ns legs in between them. “—It wasn’t just my mess that caused it to break—there were other things happening around the same time. It kinda just went into madness so Strange did everything he could to fix it.”
“And I assume something went wrong?”
“Pretty much,” he chuckled, “Peter 3 here kinda got stuck in my world and has been there for over a week. Strange thought he found the spell to send him home, but when he was casting it something happened and we both ended up here.” The boy let out a sigh, letting his shoulders drop a bit, “I don’t know where Strange is—or-or if he is even in this world too.”
This made Y/n frown, worried for the two—especially because they have loved ones back home. “So you two are just going to have to wait here until hopefully Strange is able to locate you?”
“I guess so. He didn’t travel through the portal with us—and it closed as soon as we fell through.”
Y/n thought for a moment while looking between them, even glancing at her husband briefly. Peter already knew what she was going to suggest and nodded, indicating he agreed with her. “Well I guess you’ll have to stay with us. Considering you’re in our world now.”
Immediately the Peters were rejecting the offer. “Oh no, Y/n, we couldn’t possibly.” “We can just get a hotel or something.” “Yeah we wouldn’t want to intrude on you guys.”
“Oh stop, you two are no bother,” she scolded, “You’re are more than welcomed to say with us. We have the room—although it might be a little tight,” she gave a knowing look to Peter 2, cheeky look on her face. She wasn’t sure at first if he told them why she was in the hospital, but given neither had brought it up she figured they didn’t know.
And who was she to say back out of a little playful game.
“Thank you,” Peter 1 said with a smile. It was then he let his eyes travel around the room, landing on the stilled figures seated on the couch—watching the interaction with wide eyes. “Oh!” The teen stood up, “Hi! You must be Benny and Harry—although I don’t know who’s who—s-sorry.” His hand went up as he approached them.
Harry made no move to shake his hand, jaw still dropped so Benny took the action upon himself. “I’m Benny,” he greeted, shaking his hand before gesturing to his shell shocked bother. “That’s Harry. Sorry, he’s like that he gets star struck.”
Peter 1 nervously laughed, “ha-ha. W-what?”
“You are the alternate version of our dad right?” Benny looked behind him to glance at Peter 3, “As are you? Peter Parker—Spider-Man from your respected universe.” Benny adjusted his snap back and continued, “We kinda also traveled to your world when that whole fiasco happened. So we saw your face everywhere when your identity was exposed.”
Peter 1 mumbled an ‘oh yeah,” before scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, not my finest hour. Nice to meet you guys.”
“Nice to meet you too,” Benny gave a friendly smile, “Not everyday you meet another dude who happens to be your dad from another world. To be honest, we thought we were tweaking or having a fever dream when we got back. Couldn’t believe that shit was actually real.”
“Benny…” Y/n warned.
The teen raised his hands in defense, “sorry, mom.” Unbeknownst to them, the two other Peters were watching the interaction with amusement. Both still were in disbelief the older version of themself was a full on dad with a family. Harry finally said something after just staring at the others with amazement.
“Woooooah. You know I was kinda hoping something would happen where you three would reunite again,” his eyes traveled over them with a grin before adding, “and seeing it in the flesh is just unworldly. Also,” he looked at his parents, “Why can’t Benny and I be superheroes now? You two started as teens—.”
“We were eighteen and legal adults, Harry,” Peter 2 said shaking his head at the boy, “You’re only sixteen.”
“But he started young!” Harry pointed at Peter 1, making the vigilante freeze in his place, “Didn’t you become Spider-Man at fifteen or something? I thought I read something like that when we were in your world.”
“Uhh—dah-um,” Peter 1 couldn’t find the words, looking at Y/n and Peter 2 who just shook their head at him. It was a sign to not say anything and Y/n ended up coming to his aid.
“Don’t start, Harry,” her words made him slump back against the couch, pouting which made Y/n roll her eyes. “We’ve been over this and we made a deal. I don’t care if dad is taking a break from being Spider-Man or retiring for good, it does not mean you and Benny get to take over just like that.”
The last sentence had the two Peters confused. What did she mean Peter 2 was taking a break from Spider-Man? Peter 3 is the one to ask the million dollar question, “W-wait. What are you talking about?” He turns to the older man, “You’re not Spider-Man anymore?” Peter 1 also wanted to know the answer, expression full of curiosity.
Peter 2 shared a look with his wife, who was raising her brow at him. “Putting me on the spot, huh Cat?” Y/n gave an innocent shrug, mischief in her eyes.
“I told you you don’t have to stop, babe. You know I’ll support whatever you do.”
“I know, darling,” Peter 2 replied, pushing off the wall so he could sit in the chair instead. The man turned back to his counterparts, thinking of how he could explain without giving away the surprise they had in store for them. “My nights are going to be a little occupied now—so Spider-Man is going to have to take a break. Possibly indefinitely, although Y/n insists I should continue—but-but I think it’s best if I should hang the suit up for good given the circumstances.”
Neither of the Peters were catching onto his drift, still trying to understand what he was telling them. “Circumstances which are?” He paused to look at Y/n, remembering she was in fact hooked up to machines, “Is it because of why you’re here—which by the way why are you here? Did something happen—?” Peter 3s question was cut off by a knock at the door—which had the Parker family smirking.
Peter 3 lifted off the bed, moving away to the wall to be out of the way when the door opened and a nurse peeked her head in. “Hello,” she said with a smile, noticing there were two more people in the room than when she had left, “—am I interrupting?”
“No, no,” Y/n waved a hand gently, “You’re completely fine. Come on in.”
The nurse grinned and gestured to outside the door, “I have someone for you.” Y/n laughed, noticing the confusion on the other Peters and waved her hand again, “Well bring her on in.”
The door was pushed open allowing the nurse to wheel in a small cart. Laying on the top in a pink swaddle blanket with a matching beanie was baby girl Parker. There was a gasp in the room, Y/n turning her head to see both Peters were covering their mouths with their hands.
They totally weren’t expecting that.
“I take it you two are family members?” The nurse asked them, stopping the cart beside Y/ns bed. Peter stood from his chair, chuckling while nodding on behalf of his alternate versions.
“These are my brothers, Ben and Tony.” He laughed when he saw the surprised expressions of his family, “They just came from out of town. We didn’t tell them we had a girl, so they are kinda shocked.” The nurse softly laughed with him.
“Ah, wanted to keep it a surprise,” she smiled before turning to Y/n, “Baby girl is all good. Her tests and vitals are great—Dr. Westbourne will probably come by in a bit to sign you off. I doubt you will have to stay till tomorrow so I’ll let reception know to run a copy of the birth certificate for you guys.”
“Thank you.” The nurse bid them goodbye, closing the door behind her. Peter 2 was the first to move, going straight toward the cart holding his baby girl. Her blue eyes were open and wide—looking around her surroundings, while sucking on a pacifier. The smile on his face was wide and expression full of awe at the tiny newborn. “Hi, sweetheart,” the baby was lifted into his arms before Peter sat down next to Y/n, who had moved to the side to give him room.
Y/ns head went to Peters shoulder, looking down at their daughter with loving eyes. The baby girl was looking between the two, moving against the swaddle she was tucked in. She was the perfect combination of the two. Bright blue eyes with little (y/h/c) strands of hair. Her nose was like Y/ns and had Peters thin lips.
She was perfect.
“She’s got your eyes, babe,” Y/n said, taking her finger to gently stroke the baby’s soft cheek. Y/n then let her eyes wander over to the frozen figures of the other Peters. The sight made her laugh, “I guess you two now know why he’s thinking about putting Spider-Man in the past.”
“W-wh—wow. Wow!” Peter 3 stuttered out, lips curling up, “Y-you—you two had a baby! Another one! Oh my—oh my gosh congratulations you guys.” Peter 3 approached the bed on the side closest to Y/n so he could give her another hug. His attention then went to the baby in Peter 2 arms, “She’s beautiful—wow.”
“Thank you,” Y/n grinned, before gesturing to her daughter, “Would you like to hold her?”
The question made Peter 3s eyes widen, unsure if it was a good idea but the reassuring nod from Y/n had him mirroring. Peter 2 passed the baby to Y/n who then gently transferred her into Peter 3s arms. She instructed him on how to hold her, her hand coming up to stroke the babys beanie clad head. There was a chair directly behind Peter 3, so he slowly sat himself down—adjusting his arms so the baby could lay comfortably.
A laugh fell from his lips when the pacifier fell out of her mouth when she yawned, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more adorable baby. I hope my kids are as cute as yours.” He looked back at the couple seeing that Peter had brought his arm around Y/ns shoulder while she leaned into his touch.
“We’ve been quite lucky,” Y/n joked before motioning for Peter 1 to join them. “C’mon, little spider. I know you’re young, but she won’t bite.” She laughed again when there was a slight blush to the boys cheek. He walked over, crouching down beside Peter 3s chair and made an ‘awe’ face at the baby.
“Congratulations,” he said to the parents, “I’m really happy for you guys.” The adults gave him smiles of appreciation. Peter (1) then asked with a curious look, “What’s her name?” The question made Peter 3 lift his head, also intrigued to know what he should be calling the baby in his arms.
Peter 2 and Y/n turned to each other, grinning with loving eyes. They looked back at the two holding each other’s hand, Y/n being the one to answer. “Esme. Esme Liana Parker”
“Mae for short,” Peter added with a knowing smile. The reaction from the Peters was noticeable. Peter 3 had gasped, looking back at the baby girl and them giving an affectionate laugh while there were visible tears pooling in Peter 1s eyes. There was even a little sniff from him, which had Y/n pat the spot next to her that was open.
He sat down, immediately going to her open arms and let the few tears fall from. “T-that’s a—that’s a wonderful name,” he sniffed, taking the tissue she handed him to wipe his nose. Y/n placed a gently kiss to his head—like a mother would to her child, and gave the teen another hug.
“You can hold her too if you want,” Y/n told Peter (1) then adding, “I’ll be right here and will show you how,” when she saw the frightened look in his eyes. “Don’t think you’ll drop her, okay. It’s pretty easy to hold a baby once you have them situated. Here—,” Y/n gestured for him to move down so he could sit with his legs hanging off the bed and his back was against her legs.
She then motioned for Peter 3 to hand Esme to Peter 1. The man stood up while Y/n showed Peter (1) how to hold his arms. Once he had them in the right position, Peter 3 gently handed Esme over. Y/n helped Peter 1 with where to support Esmes head and hold her upright. “There you go, little spider. You’re a natural.”
Esmes tiny hands had peeked out from the blanket, making the motion like she was grabbing at the air. When her eyes linked with Peter (1)s brown ones, the boy melted at the little smile she gave him. Y/n saw this and made an ‘awe’ sound. “See she already like you.” The words made him blush.
They all sat together, passing baby Esme to everyone—including the twins so they had time to hold their sister. This was an entertaining moment for the other Peters, who tried to hold back laughter when Harry said he couldn’t wait for when Esme got to beat up bad guys like their mom.
This was not amusing to the parents. Although Y/n did crack a smile compared to her husbands glare. “Stop thinking that far ahead, Harry.”
“Oh c’mon….I’m just saying she should be well prepared for the world and mom is more than capable of teaching her—.”
“Harry, unless you want dad to string you out the window by a web, I advice you shut up.”
“Benz, why you gotta always leave me to fend for myself. You’re my twin for crying out loud!”
“Because she’s literally six hours old—and is more worried about when she’s going to be fed than kicking ass in the future.”
At one point the twins started talking with the Peters while Esme was with their dad. They bonded over their interests with technology and science. Benny was really intrigued by the level of tech Peter 1 had in his world—asking about his suits. Harry chatted with Peter 3, both having similar personalities so it was easy for them to match each other’s energy.
“So you guys make and design your own gadgets?” Peter 3 asked with intrigue.
“Yup!” The teen replied enthusiastically. “I do most of the drawing up while Benny is the hands on one. Having both parents as head of an Oscorp division gives us special treatment and access to things. Although we still have to have moms approval before we can use the devices.”
That made a memory pop in Peter 3s head. “Kinda like those electric disks I saw you use—I-in the other world you know. That was me you two ran into, not your dad.”
“Yeah we know that now. Nice suit by the way although the web shooter things were a surprise—because my dad doesn’t need that. His web just shoots out from him.” Harry saw Peter 3 nod and continued, moving to scratch the back of his neck with a nervous laugh, “And yeah those disks weren’t ready—w-wasn’t a good idea to use them. BUT we fixed the issue and mom approved.”
The man laughed lightly giving the boy a sympathetic look, “Well maybe—depending on how long we’re here for—we can create something together.” The idea immediately had Harry nodding with enthusiasm.
“Oh hell yeah! That would be sick!”
Benny and Peter 1 had overheard, agreeing with the two and they started to brainstorm. Y/n and Peter 2 were still on the bed—Esme in Peters arms—the two just shaking their heads at the scene. “What the hell are we in for, Cat?” “I don’t know, Spider. Let’s just pray our house will still be standing.”
When Esme was back in Y/ns arms after about thirty minutes of going between everyone, the woman brought her up to place a soft kiss to her tiny forehead. “Look at what today brought,” she said aloud, glancing at everyone briefly before looking back at her daughter. “Baby Parker finally arrived and another crack in the multiverse brought you guys to us,” Y/n smiled at the Peters—who were mirroring her expression.
“The gangs all here. It may be temporary for now but there’s one thing for sure. This family of cats and spider just got a whole lot bigger.”
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jade-parcels · 3 years
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hi!! could i request a short nsfw story with Albedo? I read something a while ago and I can't find anything similar but he was written as very disinterested with a desperate s/o and hdhgfdshjfg it had me in shambles istg. sorry if this is too much TwT
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Albedo x female reader
This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be so...enjoy 0-0
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Albedo is often rather busy, his duties as the chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonious take up nearly all of his time. When he does have free time, he’s playing with Klee, taking you to lunch or passing out from exhaustion on his way home from the knights’ headquarters. He never learns though, instead he works even harder once he’s released from the Church’s infirmary. Then he rushes to catch up on the work he missed while he was out of commission.
All in all, he is hardly able to take care of you when your certain... urges... Make themselves known. You spend many nights alone, your sheets cold though your mind is filled with images of your boyfriend. His soft, pale hands running over your skin, his slender fingers working you open, his eyes half lidded as he stares down at you...That is just a fantasy though. One that plagues you, that makes you crave Albedo’s touch more and more as time passes on. Today was your breaking point.
You went to visit Albedo at work, sitting at his desk while he went over notes and talked to his colleagues. He practically ignored your presence for hours, only talking to you in order to swat your hand away from his work
“Don’t touch that” he had warned “If that gets on your skin, it will melt through your flesh until only bone remains. You have no idea how dangerous these chemicals truly are” and with that, he went back to work, hunching over his parchment in the dim light his lamp provided.
He looked so handsome in this light. The way the warm, gold hit his hair, it almost sparkles. His pale skin looked warm and welcoming too, you could imagine what his cheek would feel like pressed against yours, how warm his hands would be after wearing gloves all day, how soft his hair would be if you just had the chance to weave your fingers into it and pull-
You found yourself blushing at the thought, trying to pull your gaze off of him to look anywhere else but you just couldn’t take your eyes off the man. He had you under his spell, you were in too deep now. The man in question huffed a sigh, abruptly getting up to rummage through a shelf of chemicals. Glass bottles clinked against each other, the colorful liquids sloshing around. Finally he found what he was looking for: a short, stubby looking tube with a wide base and a brownish red solution inside. As he shook the tube, the liquid seemed to shimmer in the light though that could have been your imagination. You squirm in your seat as you try to calm down. Now isn’t the time to be thinking like that, you just have to wait another hour or so before making your move on him! He won’t be able to say no when his work is done. That’s was your plan at least
“You’ve been staring at me for awhile now,” Albedo points out, ever so observant. “Is something wrong?” He already seems to know the answer though. The blond crosses the room back to you, gesturing for you to stick your hand out. He places the tube into your palm, watching you with an unreadable expression
You turn the tube over in your hand, watching the liquid inside move around “What do you want me to do with this...?”
“Drink it” He says, sounding almost bored as he does. Without even bothering to watch you drink, he sits back at his desk to continue his report.
“What will this do?” You ask as you take the cork out
“You’ll see” that answer doesn’t exactly reassure you at all. Just after he got done telling you how dangerous these chemicals can be, he’s now having you drink one? It’s a strange feeling. On one hand, you don’t want to be a test subject- what if something happens? But on the other hand, Albedo is extremely skilled, there’s no way he’d have you drink something dangerous. So you give the vial a sniff before downing the contents.
The liquid tastes like tea though it burns on its way down, so much so that it sends you into a fit of coughing
“That’s normal” Albedo tells you, not bothering to look up at you. You try to ask again what this was supposed to do but you get no response.
The longer you sit, the hotter you feel. Sweat begins to form on your brow, your hands start to shake. Just as you’re beginning to worry you’re hit with a wave of want. Suddenly the room is a thousand degrees, your body aches so terribly. And you’re aware that Albedo has- no is the cure.
You fall out of your chair onto the cold, wood floor, gasping at the impact. You grab Albedo’s ankle, shaking his foot to get his attention “Bedo...Bedo help me” you whimper pitifully, whining as you feel your own wetness between your thighs “It’s too much...”
You hear him shuffle papers around before he leans down so you can see him “That is exactly what that potion was meant to do” he explains flatly “This is what you wanted, right? Enjoy yourself”
“I can’t just lay here on the floor like this- I can’t do this alone” you yank on his leg again, resting your forehead on the top of his boot. You’re hit with another wave of need, your body shaking as your hole clenches around nothing “Please baby please help me” you long for him to touch you, for him to really touch you, not just the version of him in your dreams
Albedo simply sighs, pushing his chair back so he can properly look at you beneath the table “Lay on your back and open your legs” you do as you’re told, hurrying to get into position. You lay back, spreading your legs for him. Now he can clearly see the wetness that seeped through your underwear and pants but he doesn’t react. Instead, he scoots his chair forward again, going right back to his work. Just as you’re about to complain, he lifts his foot, pressing the heel of his boot against you. The friction of your pants rubbing against your clit feels so good- far better than it ever has before. You shudder and moan at the contact, pushing your hips up into his foot. Albedo pays you no mind, simply rubbing his foot up and down over you.
Your orgasm comes out of nowhere, it has you seeing stars and losing your breath. You’ve never finished so quickly before, especially with such little contact. “That’s all it took? Hm, I thought you’d last a bit longer” the blond almost sounds disappointed “Let’s try again” before you could process what he said, he was back to the same rhythm again.
This went on for hours, at least it felt like hours. Hours of moaning, cumming, whining and pleading for Albedo to fuck you properly. He didn’t budge, instead he simply dragged orgasm after orgasm out of you with just the heel of his boot. You were shaking uncontrollably now as your oh-so sensitive body tried to keep up with your boyfriend’s ruthless experiment- yes, this had to be an experiment of some sort! Something so cruel yet so deliciously good, it was enough to have you sobbing
“Quiet down for a moment” he nudges you with his foot, pushing his seat back to make room for himself as he sits on the floor in front of you. You reach out for him to pull him down for a kiss, sniffling and gasping through your tears. “Don’t cry, you’re fine” he sighs, kissing your wet cheek. With that, he works your soaked undergarments off, pulling his cock out of his pants “You’ve made quite the mess. I’ll have to mop the floor now”
With little warning, he lines himself up and thrusts into your sore, sensitive hole, earning a wet squelch as he does. You moan pitifully, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, any part of him you can. Albedo simply sets a quick rhythm, ignoring your complaints of ‘it’s too much Bedo please!’ as he works to get himself off. He has needs too and knowing that he’s using you as his experimental fuck toy makes you feel even hotter. You finally have his attention! You’re going to let him know just how good he makes you feel
He doesn’t respond to your moans, grunting in your ear as he picks up the pace. He breaths in your scent, His office is filled with the sounds of your slapping skin and high pitched, incoherent moans “Yes! Yes, Bedo! Please- please use me! Yes!” You cry out, digging your fingers into the fabric of his jacket. Albedo’s breath hitches and he comes, his hips jerking forward as he does.
The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, panting as you compose yourselves. The effects of whatever potion your boyfriend had given you was wearing off, though not entirely, you didn’t feel as hot now though your body still shook like a leaf.
“Mm. Well, you’re free to go home” Albedo murmurs, using the hem of your shirt to clean himself off before tucking himself back into his pants. “I’ll do my best to be home before sunrise but don’t sit up and wait for me, I advise that you go home and sleep this off”
“T-that’s it?” You ask, sitting up to meet his gaze again “I can’t walk home like this, my clothes are ruined and my legs-“
“Sucrose has a change of clothes in case of emergencies, go ahead and change into that” he merely shrugs, hoisting himself back into his seat, scooting forward to get back to work. You can hardly believe it! After all of that, all he can think about is sending you home so he can work? While it is somewhat surprising, you also could have expected this behavior from him.
“Ugh...Fine, whatever” you groan, stretching your sore legs, nudging him as you do “You owe me”
“Owe you for what? Haven’t you had fun?” He asks. You can hear the soft scratching of his quill against parchment “If anything, you owe me”
“Well yes but next time, I’d rather be in bed with you, not on your gross laboratory floor...” you roll over on your side, resting your head on your arms “Maybe I’ll run an experiment on you next time...See how you like it”
“I would enjoy that. Any opportunity for education or exploration is fine with me”
You roll your eyes, unable to help the soft smile that creeps across your face. Your limbs feel heavy, your body is achy and tired from the repeated orgasms. You really could fall asleep right here on the cool floor... Before you can even think about getting up, you fall asleep, getting the rest your body deserved after such a taxing evening. You even managed to sleep through the journey home as albedo carried you, covering you with his jacket just in case. You also missed his content smile as he tucked you into bed. He rarely showed emotion, he has a lot of difficulty doing so, but it isn’t that hard when he sees your sleeping face.
Please ignore any spelling errors I wrote this so fast akdjalsjks the albedo thirst is real
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shotorozu · 3 years
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hello! i love ur writings <3
wanted to request a hc of todoroki, deku, and bakugou and their reactions to the tiktok trend where those two girls are laughing and ppl put their friends/family members in the camera thinking it’s their friend or something 💀 (here’s a link to one of the videos https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe6oFVx5/ )
once again, love ur work and hopefully i did this request correctly 😩🙏🏽
s/o’s friends laugh at them
character(s) : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto (bnha)
legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific
headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)
note(s) : i always say that i’m going to upload more, since i haven’t in a day but i’m going to keep my promises this time. and maybe after my content dump, that’s when i’ll fix my masterlists
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bakugou katsuki
this prank was very risky just like the other pranks you’ve pulled on him but that doesn’t stop you at all
you decided to do this prank after seeing it on the fyp— and also because of the prank’s simplicity since all you needed to do was download the tiktok
you called katsuki over when he finishes working out, and it all seems innocent “katsuki! come over here.”
katsuki, irritated— as he had just finished his exercise, he marches over to where you’re seated “what now, dumbass?”
“i want you to meet my friends!” katsuki only raises a brow, because he’s PRETTY sure that he’s met all of your friends
“now??” he sighs, ��i thought i met all of your stupid friends.”
“not all of them,” you grin “c’mon please, katsuki?” and it’s over when your eyes twinkle, and he can only sigh— sitting next to you
“okay, let me meet them” he asks, and you pull up with your phone (that’s now filming, and with the video playing) and show him your ‘friends’
“this is katsuki! my boyfriend,” you introduce him to your ‘friends’
and he’s SO offended when your friends burst into laughter, “WHAT THE HELL’S SO FUNNY, EXTRAS??”
man was really about to explode your phone into pieces— and i’m serious about that part 🧎‍♂️ his hands were creating mini sparks out of anger
you had to coax him that it was just a prank, and they weren’t actually your friends
katsuki’s just 😐 “what did i expect from you?”
promise him that the video won’t go viral, and it won’t be seen by thousands and thousands of people.
you were wrong, and the video AND the audio ended up going viral. and katsuki had to hear his voice on tiktok for WEEKS.
“YOU TOLD ME IT WOULDN’T GO VIRAL DUMBASS” he fumes, red irises zeroing in on you.
“WELL SORRY— I DONT CONTROL THE ALGORITHM, but at least you’re famous!”
“fuck off,” he doesn’t mean that. but he just needs to learn how to not fall for your shit again, despite being really whipped for you
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midoriya izuku
you’d feel bad because izuku’s ALWAYS at the receiving end of your pranks 💀
similar to bakugou, you decided to prank him because of the simplicity of the prank— and he wouldn’t get TOO offended by the prank’s nature, right? wrong 💀
izuku swings the door open, a couple of snacks held in his arms, “hey Y/N! i brought some snacks— what did you need me for?”
“oh, i want you to meet my cousins!”
he immediately goes red, setting down the snacks he brought to your room “your c-cousins? oh no no no, Y/N why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve showered before hand— i could’ve fixed my face and wore something different—”
poor izuku. he’s gesturing to his post workout state, since he was in such a hurry to get to your room with snacks.
but you brush his concern off “don’t worry, izuku! it’s through call. they won’t be able to smell you anyway.”
he calms down, and this when you decide to start the tiktok. “i’m going to call them,” he only nods, quickly hurrying over to your side— to meet your ‘cousins’
“say hi, izuku!” he nervously smiles, showing his face to the camera and waving his hand— totally oblivious of the intentions
he’s stammering on the introduction, and that’s when the rather hysterical laughing starts
he blinks, the feeling of defeat courses through his entire body— the green haired boy immediately moves away from the view
why exactly is izuku genuinely sad from your ‘cousins’ laughing at him? well,, it was always a thing for him to try his very best to be likeable to your relatives
your parent(s)/guardian? they adore him. siblings (if there’s any) they’re also very fond of him. so while you say that they’re your cousins— it still means a lot if he made a good impression
“i,, should’ve changed!” he sulks, the fact that the laugh was quite hysterical didn’t aid the issue, “your cousins will never like me,,”
his mind is put at ease when you tell him it’s a prank— and they’re not actually your cousins. so he doesn’t need to do any redeeming, regardless of the fact that he ‘just met’ them
he sighs in relief, actually glad that it was all just another innocent tiktok prank (that did make his heart race 10x faster)
the video blows up, his distraught reaction being splayed across the fyp, it eventually getting onto twitter— his face being used as an reaction video
“you’re viral, izuku!”
he’s content, despite his distraught reaction being spread across the internet. but he just wishes that your actual cousins don’t see it 💀
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todoroki shouto
is most likely aware of your tiktok pranks— but please 💀 this one looked realistic to him, so how was he supposed to tell??
anyways, you decided to do this prank because you wanted to see how he’d react to your ‘family members’ laughing at him. his reactions are golden though
it’s harmless, in a way— it’s mostly a harmless prank. shouto knows how to not take things too seriously, but you just wanted to see his reactions.
“shouto, could you please come over here?” you call for him to sit right next to you, patting his usual spot next to you.
“what is it?” he asks, getting comfortable next to you, kissing your temple— and that’s when you pull out your phone
“i want you to meet my siblings!”
shouto’s puzzled, because one— he always prefers to meet your family members in person, and two— he didn’t know you had siblings (or more siblings)
“we’re not meeting them in person?”
“oh wait! i forgot to mention that they’re working abroad. so we can’t really schedule a meeting in person.”
shouto’s skeptical, but you reassure him further “it’ll be quick!”
the dual haired boy chooses to believe you which was honestly really wrong of him, “alright, i’ll meet them.”
he moves next to you, peaking at the screen “say hi to shouto!”
he was expecting a few things but,, them breaking out into hysterical laughter was just something else
shouto’s so confused 💀✋ someone please help him, it’s like you spoke to him in simlish. that’s what his reaction would be like.
and he’s just thinking things like— why are you guys laughing? is there dirt on my face? i didn’t even say anything funny??
“why are they laughing? love, i didn’t even say anything funny??”
oblivious shouto. he’s not even aware that it’s all just a tiktok prank. but he must say— he’s a little bit disappointed that he already has a bad impression on your ‘siblings’
it’s your turn to laugh, making his thinking at a vague state— shouto’s trying to think of pieces of dialogue he might’ve missed
“it’s a prank, shouto— look,” you replay the tiktok of the girls laughing, and it comes clearly to him now
“oh.” 🧍 honestly, why is he so shocked? it wasn’t the first time you managed to prank him in such a similar nature.
he’s not mad though— rather, shouto’s impressed. “love, i adore you— but i’m not sure on why i got surprised.”
“right? i’d think that you’re used to this but i guess you’re not!” nah, he just believes you a little bit too easily.
but that doesn’t mean he WON’T be suspicious when he actually has to meet your siblings.
“these,, are actually your siblings? no pranks this time, right?” he just wants to make sure. he won’t fall for your potential pranks again!
also, the video does well, the comments being filled with “LMAO HE LOOKED GENUINELY CONFUSED” “shouto todoroki being confused for 20 seconds straight 🤠❓❓”
shouto is very confused on why the girls were just laughing, putting everything aside— he just doesn’t know the context of that tiktok 🧎‍♂️
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white people, your cosplay is yellowface
Content warning: images of yellowface that may be upsetting below
Note: I have made the decision to remove the images of modern-day cosplayers. I stand by my initial choice to include them, as I believe actually seeing images of modern cosplay side by side with “real” yellowface was essential to understanding the point. However, this post has gotten much more attention than I ever anticipated. I had, at the time of making it, fewer than 30 followers.
In addition to harassment from sockpuppet accounts, assertions that my opinion on racism is less important because I am in the diaspora, misinterpretation about what this post was initially about (several people claimed cultural appropriation), threats to report and suspend me, and, apparently, discussion on twitter, for my own mental health, I am taking these images down.
I will no longer be responding to criticism or questions on the post, but I will happily answer DMs or asks on the subject. If you disrespect this or try to start more discourse, you are getting blocked, not because I want to silence your voice, but because I am a real person who can choose not to engage with people for reasons as seemingly unfair as my mental health and not wanting to continue filling my blog with the same post that honestly is upsetting for me to look at (as I already stated within the post).
If you have been blocked by me it is either due to disrespect and/or some form of unrelated drama due to how I like to interact with fandoms (i.e. ships like Ch*ngxian, Xu*xiao), not because I am trying to silence you. As I have so few followers, I am sure you can make your own post and gain even more traction than I did.
If you are white, please stop cosplaying MDZS/TGCF characters. It often looks like/is yellowface, and honestly there’s no way to respectfully do it when these media are based so heavily on Chinese culture. I’ll try to sum up why these fandoms need to be more mindful. You can find links and citations at the bottom that read best on my desktop blog theme.
The goal of yellow face in the past wasn’t always to look “authentically Asian;” white directors, actors, set designers, and playwrights set out to use what pieces of East Asian culture they found most inspiring, fun, cool, violent, or backward. Sometimes, white people had "good" intentions" with their use of yellowface and were not "trying" to demean our cultures, but the practice itself did so regardless.
To summarize, white people of the past did yellowface to erase our identities, take aspects of our culture that they liked, or ridicule us. Most modern-day cosplayers are doing the first two.
Below are examples of early Hollywood yellowface and modern-day theater, as well as modern-day cosplay:
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[Previously pictured was a white Xie Lian cosplayer who was very receptive after seeing this post and has since removed these images from their social media. If you happen upon any of their cosplay or other social media, please do not send them any hate.]
As you can see actress Katharine Hepburn in “Dragon Seed”[1][2] is in very traditionally inspired Chinese clothing. The previously pictured Xie Lian cosplayer was in a similar hat and wearing white robes. They both had some sort of eye makeup; Katharine Hepburn darkened her hair for the role while the cosplayer was wearing a dark-brown/black wig.
Of note, the character Katharine Hepburn plays in "Dragon Seed" is supposed to be positive; an adaption from (white) author Pearl S. Buck's novel about a brave Chinese woman who stands up to Japanese imperialism. Like modern day cosplayers of Chinese media, just because the white people creating this film did not intend to be harmful does not change that it was yellowface and racist.
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[Previously pictured was a before and after picture of a white Xue Yang cosplayer with blue eyes, brown hair, half of which was dyed blonde in the before image. In the after, they were wearing a long black wig, heavy eye makeup, newly shaped and darkened eyebrows, and robes made to emulate CQL in warm lighting]
Here are before and after pictures of actress Katharine Hepburn in 1944[3] and, previously, was a white Xue Yang cosplayer in 2020. Both had altered their eyes and eyebrows as well as donned black wigs or darkened hair.
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[Previously pictured was a Jiang Yanli cosplayer in a black wig and robes meant to emulate the donghua]
Yellowface does not always involve modification to the eyes. In these two images, neither Mary Pickford in Madame Butterfly[4] nor the previously shown modern Jiang Yanli cosplayer have done anything noticeable to shape their eyes. They were, however, both wearing black wigs with traditionally inspired outfits. Jiang Yanli wore a modified version of Tang Dynasty fashion.[5]
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[previously pictured was an image of a Wei Wuxian cosplayer with face powdered white and rouge around the eyes. Their eyes were still blue as the Madame Butterfly’s were on the left, and they were wearing a long black wig as well as robes designed to emulate his. This image has been replaced and amended with an additional example of modern theater; the production of The Mikado where one actor is wearing a black wig, the other a Japanese inspired hat, and both are wearing Japanese robes]
The final comparison was an example of a stage actress from the 2015 Fargo-Moorehead Opera production for Madame Butterfly[6] on the left (the earlier movie is an adaptation of the play). [This image was previously erroneously attributed to the Knoxville Opera which faced backlash for their production as they had an all-white cast depicting actors in yellowface in 2019.][7]
Honestly, these images just had a strange similarity to me so that’s why I chose to put these two together. Most importantly, was the similarity in makeup, hair, and East Asian clothing. Though the image is not there any longer, but just google Mo Xuanyu cosplays and ask yourself, if you didn’t know the fandom, would you be able to spot the difference of which one is supposed to be worse?
The new image is just another example of modern yellowface in theater, where the actors do not necessarily wear extensive eye makeup to emulate East Asians but, much like modern cosplayers, nonetheless are trying to look like the Asian characters they play in a Seattle production of The Mikado.[8]
As you can see, it’s pretty sad and disturbing to see how the rise of East Asian media is creating a new modern wave of yellowface. I think white people tend to think that black/brown/yellowface is only about darkening the skin, but that is just not what many depictions of yellowface have been for East and Southeast Asian people.
I know a lot of people recognize this is wrong and I appreciate those of you that do, but if you didn’t recognize the past parallels, please read up on the links below! Researching this was honestly triggering and emotionally taxing and caused a mild breakdown, so if you clown on this post you’re getting blocked.
Despite the post losing effectiveness to an extent from taking down the modern day photos, I suggest a quick google search of cosplays from the series during/after reading this. And if you don't agree with me, feel free to block and don't send more hate to me! I'm not trying to get into fights. I just wanna feel like I have a semi-safe space in the fandom but if this annoys you, it's better to just block me.
HISTORY, Casting White People in Asian Roles Goes Back Centuries[↩︎]︎
Youtube, Dragon Seed (1944) Trailer [↩︎]︎
NBC News, 'Correcting Yellowface': One Woman's Project to Fix Whitewashing[↩︎]︎
IMDB[↩︎]
Stony Brook University, The Influence of Chang-An Culture to Korea and Japan: Cultural Diffusion in the Glorious Age of Tang Dynasty[↩︎]
Howard Sherman, Yellowface Bait-And-Switch With ‘Madama Butterfly’ In Fargo[↩︎]︎
OnStage Blog, Knoxville Opera Forgets It's 2019 and Opts for Yellowface for "Madame Butterfly"[↩︎]︎
Seattle Times, The yellowface of “The Mikado” in your face[↩︎]︎
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fallinglikemagic · 3 years
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Penny Polendina alludes to Astro Boy - and how this allusion foreshadows Penny’s eventual resurrection
Some of you may remember my first post in which I compared Penny and Astro Boy, with a specific focus on the version of Astro from the 2009 3D animated film (if not, you can read it here, but I'll be repeating everything stated there anyway). In the month or two since I first made that post, more and more parallels have start to pop up, with one of those parallels matching one of our most popular theories and foreshadowing Penny's upcoming resurrection.
In order to write this, I went through and watched the entire film, taking notes as I went. I'm not going to include every single detail that I noticed, only the things that seem the most relevant and can be put together in a single post in a comprehensive manner. Believe me when I say that I've thought about this a lot, and the sheer amount of parallels and connections (and the fact that I'm not the only one to notice these connections) has lead me to believe that this has been done intentionally. 
With that being said, I'm only going to focus on the Astro Boy film from 2009 - the Astro Boy franchise is massive, going back to the first manga coming out in 1952 with a few different adaptations and reboots with different versions of the story, and I just don't have the time to go through all of those. As such, I'm going to be focusing on the movie, due to the fact that it has the highest amount of parallels to both Penny specifically, and RWBY as a whole.
So, let's get into this.
Worldbuilding
Metro City and the Surface - Atlas and Mantle
One of the reasons I've decided to focus on the film in particular is due to the nature of the film's setting. Astro Boy (2009) takes place in two locations - Metro City, and the Surface.
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According to the opening of the film, Metro City was created when the people who would become the founders of the city noticed the world changing for the worse, and responded by taking part of the land and lifting it into the sky, creating a floating city - the opening voiceover refers to it as "an oasis, a floating paradise". Everybody else is left behind on what is referred to as the Surface, left to fend for themselves while the people of Metro City largely ignore their existence.
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The parallels to Atlas and Mantle are crystal clear. Atlas and Metro City are both set up as a beautiful city above the clouds, meant to serve as an inspiration for the rest of the world. In reality, it's a place where the rich and privileged can live in comfort while shunning the poor. Meanwhile, down in Mantle/on the Surface, people are suffering and struggling to get by. Additionally, both 'surface' and 'mantle' are words that are associated with the ground.
The Blue Core (and the Red Core) - Penny's soul and Maiden powers.
Another concept that is (as far as my research shows at least) unique to the film is the Blue Core and the Red Core.
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The Blue Core is a small sphere that is filled with pure positive energy, referred to as Blue Core Energy. It was created by Dr. Elefun, made from the fragments of a star that no longer exists - meaning that the Blue Core is all that's left, and cannot be recreated. This is reminiscent of how Pietro has no more aura left to spare, and thus is unable to give any more of his soul to Penny like he did the first time she died. In this allusion, the Blue Core is representative of Penny's soul and the power of the Winter Maiden.
When the Blue Core was created, there was also a byproduct - the Red Core. Essentially, it's the same thing as the Blue Core, but with negative energy instead of positive. If the Blue Core and the Red Core make contact, they both die - this is relevant later.
You could compare the Red Core to Watts’ virus, due to the way that it causes a robot to have red eyes and that it coming into contact with the Blue Core destroys them both.
Character Parallels
Before I get into this properly, I wanna give a quick side note. While Astro matches up to Penny perfectly, things get a little bit messier with the others in that we have a case of characters taking on multiple roles. However, this is far from unheard of in RWBY - let's not forget about how Blake represents both Belle and the Beast, Yang is sometimes the Beast to Blake's Belle, and Adam is an amalgamation of every antagonistic force in Beauty and the Beast. It's far from uncommon for a character to allude to multiple characters from the same allusion, or vice versa, which is what we see with some of the characters in this allusion as well.
Astro - Penny Polendina
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Unsurprisingly, Astro himself is our parallel to Penny.
After the death of his son Toby, Dr. Tenma rebuilds his son as a robot, using the Blue Core as his energy source. The Blue Core is stated to be unpredictable, and it's this that makes Astro who he is, what makes him unique from every other robot. As stated earlier, the Blue Core represents Penny's soul (and the Winter Maiden powers that are attached to it). When the Blue Core dies - and Astro dies with it - and Dr. Elefun is asked if he can be rebuilt, the answer is 'no' because the Core was unique and can't be remade - just like Penny's soul.
While Astro appears perfectly human on the surface, he's fitted with as much self-defence technology as Tenma could fit in him. The most iconic of these upgrades (and the only one that's consistent across every single version of Astro throughout the franchise) is the rocket boots. He even flies in a very similar way to Penny - pay attention to the posing, especially with the legs.
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When Astro starts making friends with humans on the Surface, he conceals the fact that he's a robot, afraid of what they'll think of him when they learn he's not human. This matches up to Penny initially hiding the fact that she's not human, seeing herself as 'not a real girl'.
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Astro has two father figures - Dr. Elefun and Dr. Tenma. Similarly, Penny has two father figures - Pietro and Ironwood.
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During the climax of the film, Metro City starts to fall out of the sky and back down to the Surface. This is a parallel to two seperate moments in RWBY. The most obvious one is when Atlas is falling onto Mantle after the Staff of Creation is used. However, I think this scene more closely resembles the scene from Amity in which Amity Tower begins to fall.
When Astro sees that Metro City is falling, he immediately flies in to hold it up, despite the incredible strain it puts on him. This is a direct parallel to how Penny flew in to hold up Amity Tower.
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Astro pushes himself to the limit when he holds up Metro City, to the point where the flames from his boots burn so brightly that they turn blue - oh hey, doesn't that look familiar?
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Astro also demonstrates self-sacrificial tendencies at a few points in the film. When he's captured in order to have his Blue Core taken out and placed into another robot, he simply accepts it, saying that "I think maybe this is what's supposed to happen...this is my destiny". This becomes a lot more interesting when you remember that the Blue Core is representative of Penny's soul and Maiden powers. Astro giving himself up to President Stone (the film's main antagonist who later ends up in a sort of 'fusion' with the Red Core) so that Stone can use the Blue Core could be a reference to the virus making Penny want to give herself up to Ironwood so that he can use her soul to open the vault - especially if we believe that the Red Core is connected to the virus in some way.
Near the end of the film, in the fight against the fusion of President Stone and a giant robot containing the Red Core (it's a long story, I'll get to it later in the post), Astro makes the decision to sacrifice his own life in order to destroy both the Red Core and the Blue Core, saying “this is what I was created for” and saving the lives of everybody else in the process. I doubt I need to explain how "choosing to die in order to protect other people" relates back to Penny in Volume 8.
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At the end of the film, and in the rest of the Astro Boy franchise as a whole, Astro takes it upon himself to be the protector of Metro City (and technically the Surface, but since Metro City has fallen, they're not exactly seperate locations anymore...). 'Robotic guardian of a city who's seen as a hero by the people' - you don't get much more obvious of a connection to the Protector of Mantle than that.
Additional details that may not be intentional but I still noticed anyway;
- Dr. Elefun describes as Astro by saying "That robot had more humanity than most of us". At this point, there's been many moments that affirm Penny's humanity - "You have an aura, Penny. A soul. That's who you are - our friend. Not a machine", "Her soul is who she is", the fact that she was able to receive the Maiden powers, all of these moments affirm that Penny has always been just as human as anybody else. This is also contrasted against Ironwood (and, for a while, Winter), who act more machine than human.
- Astro is actually rather heavily trans-coded. Penny is also trans-coded, but this is mostly likely a coincidence that happened as a result of the inherent transness of robots
- Elefun tells Astro that he's "not actually an entirely ordinary boy", which is reminiscent of Ruby describing Penny as "she's...not your typical girl."
- The shape of Penny's bow (the way that it sticks out more on one side while the other side is more vertical) looks similar to the shape of Astro's hair (this one was pointed out to me by @cosmokyrin​ when I mentioned this theory in the Frosen Steel server)
Dr. Elefun - Pietro Polendina
Dr. Elefun is one of Metro City's top scientists, and one of Astro's father figures. He is soft-spoken and gentle, a dreamer but a genius. In terms of personality alone, he's a pretty good match with Pietro. He's also the one who created the Blue Core, which draws a direct parallel to Pietro creating Penny's soul from part of his.
Dr. Elefun is the first person to truly see Astro as who he truly is. Dr. Tenma expects Astro to be a replacement for Toby, and is disappointed when he isn't. Similarly, everybody else sees Astro as a robot just like any other at first - an advanced robot, but nothing more than a robot. But Dr. Elefun gives him genuine praise, and encourages Astro to live his life and find his place in the world, just like how Pietro tells Penny that he wants to see her live her life.
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It's also worth noting that in most other versions of Astro Boy, Elefun takes the role of Astro's primary caregiver after Dr. Tenma no longer wants him.
President Stone - James Ironwood
President Stone is the current political leader of Metro City. For the entire film, his entire focus is on combat and military strength, and on multiple occasions he actively expresses his intention to start a war with the Surface. He believes that the best way to get re-elected is with a show of military force and violence.
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His primary goal throughout the film is to have Astro destroyed in order to retrieve the Blue Core and use it for his own gain. This is a direct parallel to Ironwood's goal in Volume 8 - to hunt down Penny and have her use her Maiden power to open the vault, and destroy herself.
Stone wants to use the Blue Core in order to power a specialised combat robot, ironically called the Peacekeeper. When Astro continues to escape his clutches, he decides to use the Red Core to power the Peacekeeper instead, but it doesn't completely go as planned. The Peacekeeper is equipped with what the film calls 'adaptive technology' - it's capable of absorbing anything it makes contact with into its own body.
And I do mean anything
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After Stone is absorbed by the Peacekeeper, he's in full control of it - essentially the Peacekeeper is nothing more than a metal outer shell. President Stone has become a fusion of man and machine.
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Dr. Tenma - both Pietro Polendina AND James Ironwood (a bit more Pietro than Ironwood but it's worth acknowledging both)
You might notice that while Elefun and Stone do have plenty of references to Pietro and Ironwood respectively, there are gaps where they don't cover every aspect of these characters and/or their dynamic with Penny. This is where Dr. Tenma comes in.
Dr. Tenma is Astro's dad, and the one who built him. He originally created Astro as a sort of 'replacement' for his biological son Toby after he died, giving Astro all of Toby's memories (more on this later). Naturally, this is a very clear connection to Pietro.
Additionally, Dr. Tenma uses the Blue Core - a completely unique, one-of-a-kind technological marvel - in order to power a single small robot that's intended to be nothing more than a replacement for his son, saying "I can't lose him again!". In this moment, Dr. Tenma is so focused on not losing his child that he doesn't acknowledge the big picture.
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However, once Dr. Tenma realises that Astro isn't a perfect replica of Toby, but rather his own person, Tenma discards him, not caring if Astro gets destroyed or not. Similarly, when Penny stopped doing what Ironwood wanted her to do, Ironwood stopped caring about her as anything more than a container for the Maiden powers and is perfectly willing to let her die once the vault is opened.
Luckily, Dr. Tenma does have a change of heart, deciding that while Astro isn't Toby, he's still his son. Near the end of the film, Astro is very injured, and Dr. Tenma encourages him to get far away from the danger. However, Astro refuses to back down, instead choosing to sacrifice his life in order to stop President Stone, despite Dr. Tenma begging him not to go. Here, we have yet another parallel to this moment in Amity.
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Bonus (aka characters that aren't perfect allusions, but connections do exist)
When Astro ends up on the Surface, he's taken in by a man who calls himself Hamegg. Hamegg ends up being a jerk, and while his personality and actions in the film don't particularly match up with any characters in RWBY, his backstory is a perfect match to Watts - a head scientist in Metro City who was shunned and fired for reasons unknown (Hamegg claims that they were 'intimated by his ideas and talent', but this was when he was trying to impress Astro and he lies a lot anyway, so this could be a complete lie).
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On the Surface, Astro befriends four human kids (Cora, Zane, Sludge and Widget) and their robotic dog, Trashcan. While the personalities don't really match up (though Cora, Astro's closest friend, does bear a visual resemblance to Ruby), the idea of a 4-person group + a dog could be a parallel to Team RWBY and Zwei.
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Zog is a very old, very large robot that had been 'dead' for several years until Astro found him and revived him by giving him some of his Blue Core Energy. Zog is our allusion to Winter - Astro giving Zog some of his Blue Core energy is a parallel to Penny giving Winter the Maiden powers. Additionally, in The Final Word, Winter explicitly calls herself a machine. While this does have significance on it's own, it could also be a nod to this allusion. That being said, the main connection between Winter and Zog (and possibly the most important part of this post) is based on events that have yet to happen in RWBY canon, and so I'm saving that part for the end of the post.
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Story Parallels 
Toby's Death
Toby Tenma, Dr. Tenma's biological son, was very similar to Astro in terms of personality (with some key differences), as well as having a strong physical resemblance.
When the Blue Core and the Red Core were first being shown off to President Stone, Toby was accidentally locked behind a sealed off barrier, trapped with the Peacekeeper containing the Red Core. Toby was killed in a blast that completely disintegrated him, leaving nothing but a hat containing a single strand of hair.
This hair is important, because Dr. Tenma used this hair in order to extract Toby's DNA and memories, which he was then able to implant into Astro in order to make him resemble Toby.
This scene is most likely a parallel to Penny's first death in the Vytal Festival. In her first death, Penny's body was destroyed, but her core remained intact. Her core, which contained all of her memories, was the key piece in properly putting her back together without erasing who she used to be. The strand of hair containing Toby's DNA is representative of Penny's core containing her memories.
Additionally, there's the fact that when Toby was rebuilt as Astro, he was given various upgrades to allow him to better hold his own in a fight, with the most obvious behind the ability to fly via rocket boots. Penny received similar upgrades when she was rebuilt as well.
It's worth acknowledging that Toby's death could potentially parallel the moment that Ambrosius separated Penny from her robotic body, with the strand of hair instead being her soul, separated from her dying body and then disintegrating. However, due to the timeline and order of events, I think that Toby's death is more likely to be a parallel to Penny's first death, and her separation from her robot body is instead a parallel to the next scene I'm about to mention.
Momentary Death
When Astro is captured by President Stone and taken back to Metro City, Dr. Tenma actually does remove the Blue Core from his body, which does cause Astro to temporarily die.
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Luckily, it only takes a few moments for Dr. Tenma to change his mind and return the Blue Core to Astro, reviving him.
Astro's 'soul' was removed from his body, causing that robotic body to die, even though in the end Astro does survive it. This is reminiscent of Ambrosius removing Penny's soul from her robotic body, letting that body die, while Penny survives.
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Zog
I briefly went over Zog earlier, but I wanna go into more in-depth about him, because the parallels between Winter and Zog and the implications of said parallels are the main reason I ultimately decided to make this post.
As I said earlier, Zog is a very old, broken down robot that nobody has been able to revive in years. When Astro finds him, he brings him back to life by giving him some of his Blue Core Energy. Astro essentially gives Zog some of his lifeforce, a part of his soul.
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Winter was on the verge of death at Ironwood's hands, but Penny was able to save her by giving her the Maiden powers, and her soul with them.
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However, Zog doesn't keep all of the Blue Core Energy Astro gave him all to himself...
Resurrection
As I've mentioned a few times in this post, Astro does die - and I mean properly die, not a death that lasted 2 minutes at the most and had no consequences. Astro sacrifices himself and his Blue Core dies, all in attempts to protect the people of Metro City/the Surface and his friends. Dr. Elefun says that he can't be rebuilt because his Blue Core, his soul, was unique.
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But then, Zog comes around. Zog, who is holding onto what is a part of Astro's soul - the only surviving part of Astro's soul. Zog returns some of the Blue Core Energy to Astro, which brings Astro back to life.
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So, to recap: Astro gives a part of his lifeforce, part of his soul, to Zog. When Astro dies, Zog gives some of that soul back to Astro in order to revive him.
If you've been looking at the theories regarding Penny and Winter recently, this will sound VERY familiar. While the specifics vary, the essentials of the most popular theory is that Penny transferred her soul to Winter to hold on to along with the Maiden powers, and that somehow, Winter will return that soul to Penny in one way or another (either by putting her into another robotic body, or just somehow extracting her soul and letting it form it's own body again). The fact that this movie has these exact events occurring makes this seem more and more like the most likely route.
If Penny really is an intentional allusion to Astro Boy - which, based on the sheer length of this post, seems pretty damn likely - then the film practically spells it out for us. Winter will give part of her aura, the part that Penny gave her, in order to bring Penny back to life.
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Invasive Species
Pairing: Hawks x Fem Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Yandere, Dubious Non/Con, Stalking, Possessive Actions
Word Count: 7.7k
A/N:This is a part of the bnharem pen pals collab that can be found here! Please check out everyone else’s amazing work for this very unique smutty collaboration.
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           The noise was so faint, a gentle peck against the glass, the sound muffled by the mild summer breeze, that you hadn’t heard it. And so, the paper became lifeless, drifting down onto the floor to rest until you found it. You were startled when you saw it—a blood red feather, with a crisp, folded note tied to it, lying in your floor, the feather ruffling in the wind from the open window. Your heart pounded in your chest. You had seen feathers like that before, felt them against your skin and in your hair as a winged hero carried you to safety from a burning building just yesterday. But you’d been one of many, he saved so many people, yet he left a feather for you?
           You’ll always be safe with me around.
                                   –Hawks
           You smiled at his writing, finding it to be much neater and prettier than you expected from a man in his twenties. What a kind, considerate hero to send you such an endearing promise. No wonder he topped the popularity polls, you mused, sitting on your bed and re-reading the little note. You tapped the feather against your lips, twirling it between your fingers. You remembered how he was able to control the nimble things, sending feathers zipping across the sky to pull people by their collars and the back of their shirts to safety. Surely he would want it back, right? You felt it twitch within your hand as if it could read your mind.
           Quickly, you searched your desk, ripping at a piece of paper to create a slip similar to the size of his note. You took a breath before writing, not wanting your handwriting to seem unsteady or nervous. You wondered if anyone ever wrote him back, or if people kept his feathers like trophies.
           Thank you, Hawks. I’m grateful that someone will be watching after me.
           You signed your name in the bottom corner.
           The crimson feather darted away when you placed it on your window sill, jumping like it was alive. It carried your note back to waiting hands and a cheeky smile, to a man only a few rooftops away. Avian eyes narrowed and darkened at your innocent words.
           You didn’t realize it at the time, but your message was an invitation to a very dangerous game.
           The next little letter came about a week later, long after the sun had set and your eyes were heavy. The quill against the glass spooked you, the sound reminiscent of sharp nails tapping to get your attention. You opened the window and the feather fluttered past your cheek, landing perfectly in the middle of your desk like it belonged there. You rubbed your eyes as you sat down to read it, flicking on the dim light that you had just turned off to go to sleep.
           You couldn’t help the way you smiled when you saw that this letter was personally addressed to you.
           Sorry for making you wait so long. I’m not used to writing letters. But your handwriting is so pretty, I thought I could implore you for another? Please tell me something about you.
                                                                                 –Hawks
           You blinked at the paper, thumbs crinkling the edges. There was something about the letter that made your heart thump a little harder in your chest, blood racing in your veins. You realized that you were not one of many to receive an assuring note from the hero; no, you had been sought out by him, plucked and singled out of the crowd. Hawks had remembered you in particular. A small bit of adrenaline kicked into your system as you picked up your pen.
           This is going to sound like I’m trying to be sweet on you, but I’ve actually always loved birds. My favorite are the pretty red song birds that I hear outside my windows in the evening.
           There was a compulsion for you to keep this response letter a little longer. You mulled it over, hoping he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. You weren’t lying, those cute little song birds did bring you joy, but there was a tinge in your heart to impress him, to make him smile as he read your letter.
           And as quick as the feather flew in, it flew away, a red streak across the star speckled sky. You finally curled up in bed, a concoction of excitement and content brewing in your chest. You held your pillow a little closer, dreaming of the brush of soft wings against your skin.
           But those wings were dark, casting shadows in the moonlight, now only a single rooftop away from you. Hawks held your letter in his hand, golden gaze locked onto the color of your curtains. He wondered if you’d ever become privy enough to shut them.
           He read your words over and over again, smiling at how coy you were. He knew you were clever, but he didn’t expect you to be so daring. He brushed his hair behind his ear, pressing the small scrap of paper to his nose, trying to get a hint of the sweetness he had smelled in your hair when he plucked you from that building. You were so darling in his arms; he loved how you clung to him, small hands around his neck like you would collapse without him, even when he had you safe on the ground.
           The letter in his hand felt like the key into your life, and all too quickly he found himself writing back to you. And in the depths of the night, this particular letter and feather were hand delivered by the pretty bird from outside your window, though you’d never know it.
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           You found the letter tucked neatly into the corner of your window, the one closest to your bed. It had been the first thing your eyes focused on as you awoke, the crimson barbs of the feather gleaming in the early morning light. You laid in the comfort of your warm bed for a few moments just gazing at the sight, sleepy mind trying to piece together how and why the winged hero had taken an interest in you. He was so handsome, so popular, so tantalizing in a curious way.
           The summer breeze was warm even so early in the day. You left the window open to allow a current of fresh air in, settling back into your pillows as you unfolded the note.
           I suppose liking birds is something we have in common. Those pretty red song birds outside your window are actually cardinals…an invasive species in Japan, but pretty nonetheless.
                                   P.S. Perhaps I could soon become your favorite red bird.
                                                                       –Hawks
           You read it a few times, worrying your lip as your eyes raked over every word. There was something to be read between the lines, only you worried you weren’t finding the hidden meaning. Why mention that the birds were invasive species? It made them sound impish and not as lovely knowing they weren’t really supposed to be there. Yet their morning calls were beautiful, melodic, a comfort to your ears from the open window. And was Hawks…flirting with you? His post script seemed so playful and nonchalant, and reading it had your cheeks turning pink.
           You busied yourself with your morning routine as you debated how to reply. You didn’t know Hawks, you didn’t even know how he found out where you lived, and yet he was flirting with you so offhandedly, like he expected you to return his dalliances. Had he come early this morning before starting his hero work? Or did he work at night, and sent a feather before returning home? There was so little that you knew about him that it made you nervous to be stepping into such an unknown situation, but surely it didn’t mean much to him. You were a little nobody; he was the number two hero.
           Even still, in a way, it felt so romantic, finding hand written letters from him, like you were out of time, floating in a midsummer bliss. But it also felt disquieting, like you were stepping out into a vast, unknown ocean.
           You sat down to write to him before you left to begin your day. The feather in your hand was so light, so soft, and you gently stroked your thumb over the barbs, watching them split apart and then find one another again. The hollow shaft seemed to quake in response. You were reminded of how every feather appeared to be alive, controlled by their far-off master. They were so sensitive to every touch, every gust of wind. You dipped your finger against the edge, watching the alluring color bleed against your skin.
           Can you feel what your feathers feel, Hawks?
           And you set the feather free once again, having to block the sun from your eyes as you watched it dance away, note dangling from a long forgotten ribbon you had found in your drawer.
           But soon, you forgot about it, carried away by the daily musings of your life.
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           As for Hawks, he thought about it all day, carried your little note in his pocket as he attended to his heroic duties across the city. The image of your window, of your little home where it was tucked away, always remained in the back of his mind. He was itching to go back to the rooftop from where he watched you; he wanted to see your reaction as you opened his letter, watch you ponder how to respond. He was quickly becoming addicted to you, to watching you when you least expected it.
           He had perfectly crafted his response by the end of his day, broad wings hurrying him to his favorite resting spot. Your city apartment was so high up, no one from below could dream of looking up to see you. But he could see you, he had scouted the best from which to watch you. He was just high enough where you couldn’t peer back at him, the perfect perch for a predator to watch his prey. From the neighboring rooftop he could see the entirety of your bedroom. It was like a painting on the wall of a museum, wonderfully on display for him to admire, especially when you came home.
           He rested his cheek in his palm as he watched you come in your bedroom door. He could practically hear you sigh as you dropped your bag, stretching your arms above your head to rid yourself of the small tensions your day had brought you. And this was his favorite part—you quickly shimmied out of your pants, a little dance as you bounced back and forth on your heels, pulling one leg up and then the other. You then bent over and pulled your favorite pair of soft shorts from the floor, having unceremoniously dropped them there the night before. You looked so good in those, he mused, the cozy fabric stretched so snugly upon your hips, curving just right across your backside.
           He waited for you to get comfortable, then plucked a feather from his wings, tying his note to it with the ribbon you’d sent out this morning. He grinned at how you jumped when the feather flew through the crack in your window. He made a little show of having it swirl around you before landing it on your desk.
           I can feel everything that my feathers touch—the wind, water, sound vibrations, they’re a part of me. You should give this one a kiss before you send it back.
           The name’s Keigo, by the way. Takami Keigo.
           Did you always blush like that when you opened his letters? He watched you stand up and pace around, thumb between your pretty lips, lost in thought. Soon you grabbed the note again, plopping on the edge of your bed to read it over. Your legs crossed and uncrossed, a smile finally pulling at your cheeks. He watched with delight as you picked up the feather, tingles immediately spreading across his skin at the feel of your fingers.
           He groaned as you brushed your fingertips over the barbs. He pulled at his tinted eyewear, bringing them to rest upon his head so he could watch you more closely. A lock of hair twisted around his finger as he anxiously waited for you to do as he asked, to kiss his feather, to let him have a fleeting moment where he felt the ghost of your lips upon his skin.
           But you didn’t, you just kept stroking the long red feather, teasing him. His brows furrowed as you stopped, watching you sit the feather back on your desk, along with his note. How could you…how could you not respond to him right away? Why not give him what he desired?
           Hawks watched in disbelief as you sauntered out of your bedroom into another part of your little home.
           He waited for what felt like hours for you to come back. He should’ve left when the sun went down, he chided himself, bringing his wings closer to his body. Autumn was in the wind. He had almost left, was even picking himself up and shoving his hands into his pockets when your room lit up like a beacon calling him back. So he settled back into his spot, golden eyes watching your every move.
           His breath caught in his throat when you began to shed your clothes—all of them. He’d watched you for over a week now, and finally you were fully naked before him. You looked ethereal with the dim light of your room spilling over your curves, every single line of your body on display. He found himself sitting up straighter, perched on the balls of his feet like at any moment he was going to leap into your arms.
           Were you…? Oh fuck, you were walking to your desk, sitting down and taking a pen into your hand. Instantly he was hard, fingers encircling his cock with a death grip as you picked up the feather, his feather, and admired it for a moment. He could feel your breath blowing against the soft barbs, the warmth spreading over him like a blanket from the breeze. But you sat it down, electing to instead write him back, treating him to the lovely sight of your naked back arched over your desk, the elegant sinews of your shoulders on exhibit.
           And then you were in your window, your naked body so temptingly close. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to feel the weight of your breasts within his palms.
           As soon as he felt the wind blowing against the feather, he pulled it back to him. He always knew when it was your feather returning to him, even when he couldn’t see it. He could sense the heft of the paper tied to it, pulling at the feather like it wanted to sink to the ground. He even recognized the tenderness in your touch, felt how you always twisted the feather between your fingers.
           You’re cheeky, Keigo. A kiss? I hardly know you. Maybe one day.
           He scoffed at your words, folding the note back into its creases. Your light flickered off, the moonlight the only illumination for him to gaze into your little world. He watched you climb onto your bed, expecting you to curl up in your favorite spot and drift away into your dreams.
           He was very happily mistaken.
           Your hands were on your body, one cupping your breast, the other slipping into your mouth. He stroked his cock through his pants at the sight, eyes wide and ravenous as he watched the scene unfold before him. You were slow, thorough, taking your time running your hand over your curves, twisting at your nipples. Your fingers left your mouth and traveled south, to another pair of lips he had yet to see. You spread your legs, teasing yourself as your head dipped back against the pillow.
           Hawks was desperately moving his head, angling his body to try to see what sweetness was waiting for him between your legs. But your thigh was in the way, blocking his view, and he huffed indignantly as he unzipped his cargo pants. His cock was achingly hot as he released it, the night air bringing a refreshing chill to his scorching skin. He wrapped his hand a little too firmly around himself, closing his eyes for only a brief moment to imagine how tight you’d be around his cock.
           Your face was awash with pleasure, lips hanging open. He silently vowed to etch that look upon your face himself.He watched you intently, memorizing every movement, every place that you touched yourself. He could’ve observed you for hours, if it wasn’t for his unrelenting need to orgasm. He pumped himself to the paces you set, alternating between fast and slow, wanting to cum the moment you did. But the moment he saw your back arch, his keen hearing picking up on a high pitched moan through the window, he lost control, spilling himself all over his hand and down the front of his shirt, dripping onto his pants.
           He’d been so caught up in his own ecstasy that he missed yours. He only saw you in the afterglow, your curves sinking into the mattress as sleep overcame you.
           He wrote you a quick letter, leaving it wedged against your window sill. He took a moment to admire you up close, hand pressing to the glass to steady the silent flapping of his wings.
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            But I know you.
           There was no signature to the note, only large fingerprints upon your window.
           They were like little specters, ghastly against the morning dew.
           Your stomach dropped at the sight, dread bubbling to the surface. He had hand delivered this note, had been at your window, had seen you at some time in the night. You pulled your sheets to your chest, recalling that you’d fallen asleep on your comforter naked last night, only waking in the early hours of dawn to finally crawl under the covers. Had he seen you? Is that what he meant?
           He reminded you of Hermes, a winged protector of humans, but a trickster god nonetheless, flittering around the country with a bright smile and witty banter, but perhaps something darker in his heart. Maybe he was worse than Hermes, maybe more dreadful, more sinful. For a while there had been something nagging at you, pulling at the strings of your intuition and whispering danger. But now…now that feeling had blossomed into fear.
           You decided you had indulged the winged hero enough. There was no need to reply. Any romance you had felt from the actions withered away, dying out like a flower left in the sun.
           You started to close your curtains when you came home most days, just in case.
           Weeks went by, and autumn came. The cardinals stopped singing, with no other red feathers or letters in sight.
           But sometimes you could hear rustling outside, see familiar shadows pass by.
           He was on your television screen, too, newsfeeds obsessed with the most popular hero. He was always being praised for saving more people, for helping rescue and clean up after a disaster. He was darling on the screen, blonde hair always slightly a mess from flying. He seemed so handsome, so harmless, but you could see the glint in his eyes. He was something wicked, something enticing, and you hated that you had thought about him every day since his last letter.
           The morning you found his note, you had thrown the paper in the trash, and thrown the feather back out the window. But by evening, it had fluttered back, red and sweet like a rose growing against the glass. You’d left it there, hoping the wind would take it away, but days went by and it was still hanging on, a reminder of his presence. A storm was on the horizon when you relented and took the feather in. There was something inside of you that couldn’t bear to see the cherry colored barbs wilt in the rain.
           You tucked it away in your desk drawer, not as a reminder, but to just to get it out of sight. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
           Some of your nights were restless, plagued with thoughts of him, of Keigo Takami peeking into your window, of his plush wings against your skin.
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           It was after an especially long, grueling day, that you gave in to your repressed thoughts.
           You stood at the foot of your bed, ready to climb in, when some unknown force had you turning on your heels. It was like your hands had a mind of their own, pulling open the drawer and plucking the crimson feather from its resting place. You twirled it before you, nostalgia creeping across your skin as you remembered how the feathers used to look in the summer sky.
           The feather felt like red silk upon your lips when you kissed it. You wondered if he could still feel it, after all these months.
           You laughed at the inane thought, kicking off your shorts as you finally found your way into bed. You gazed up at the ceiling, counting the moonbeams that had slithered in through the cracks in the curtains. You hadn’t closed them all the way, but you rarely did anymore.
           You sighed, closing your eyes and trying to imagine yourself somewhere else. Your fingers drifted down to the hem of your underwear, toying with the edges. You thought of strong arms around you, thick hands in place of your own. You thought of a new hero you had read about earlier, some young, recently graduated young buck from a hero program. You bit into your lip as you tried to recall his name. All you could remember were wild plumes of purple hair, which looked so luscious and soft in the online videos. You tried to imagine him, or someone like him, at least, pressing themselves between your legs.
           Your fingers rubbed lazy circles on your clit, warming your body up. But you couldn’t stay focused on one thought, the problems of your day tiptoeing back into your conscious as you tried to pleasure yourself. Your other hand slipped under your big t-shirt, tugging rather roughly at your nipple as you tried to bring yourself back into a different headspace. You increased the speed of your fingers, only to find yourself panting in dissatisfaction at your actions.
           “Fuck,” you called in frustration to the darkness.
           “Seems like you need some help, little bird.”
           You had never expected the darkness to call back.
           Your whole body stilled, going completely numb as you opened your eyes.
           Hawks stood near your desk, absentmindedly fiddling with the feather you’d left on its surface. The window was open, curtains billowing and brushing against dark wings that eclipsed the moonlight. You felt like the shadows his wings cast were smothering you, sinking around your lungs like an inky vice, keeping your voice trapped within your chest.
           He had the audacity to smile at you. His hands were deep in his pockets, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt that looked haphazardly thrown upon his shoulders. You wanted to run away, but you felt glued to the bed, beguiled by smoldering golden eyes as he approached.
           “I know what you like, you know. Watched you do it so many times now.”
           You braced yourself against the bed, the sheets slipping down as you crawled back, gaze transfixed on the predator placing his knees on the downy comforter. He was so quick, grabbing your leg and pulling you towards him. His smile never wavered as he pressed a wet kiss to your ankle, tongue sneaking out to catch a taste of your skin. You whimpered at his words, tongue too heavy in your mouth to form ones of your own.
           “Cat got your tongue? Come on, I want to hear that pretty voice. Say the magic word, and I’ll be happy to help you out.”
           It was like you were engulfed by his presence. The air smelled like him as he spread his wings, gently ruffling them before settling them back down to his sides. He smelled like rain, felt like a raging storm from above you, all dark clouds and lightning as his quick fingers started to move up your calves, keeping your legs spread to accommodate him upon the bed.
           “N-no.”
           Your voice was weak, just a hot gasp of breath into the room.
           “You sure about that, baby? I promise I know exactly how to touch you.”
           To prove his point, a hurried hand wrapped around your hip, thumb slipping under the fabric of your underwear to skim across your hip bone. You shuttered, his touch was too warm, feeling like he was burning his thumbprint into your skin. But it felt good, the pressure behind the digit so firm, making you feel so real against your body’s borders, feel alive at the jolt of pleasure that ran down your spine.
           But with his body hovering above yours, it felt like there was a heavy weight falling onto your chest, pushing you down, down, down, deep into the mattress and holding you hostage. You wanted to push him away, to scream, to pull at his wings until it hurt him. But you were quiet, frozen in place, entranced by golden curls in the moonlight. And he knew it too.
           “I’m going to show you everything I’ve learned by watching you,” his head dipped down, smile hanging just above your face, “and show you a few new things I know you’ll love.”
           “Hawks,” you breathed out, hands finally moving and finding purchase against his chest. You wanted your tone to sound berating, angry, but instead your voice sounded pleading.
           The brush of his lips against yours was so delicate, a penumbra against supple flesh.
           “Keigo,” he corrected, the syllables of his name pressing into your lips.
           He drank you in with a heavy groan, kissing you like a man starved for touch. You couldn’t close your eyes, too shocked at the sudden intrusion. Just moments ago you were dreaming of a man between your legs, and now one was here, he was real, eyes shut as he moved his lips against yours. Your sight was blurred by forming tears, your vision focused on the black lines that adorned his eyes. They were so beautiful, so stark against his soft skin, a reminder of how truly avian he was; a reminder of his primordial instincts.
           The hand on your hip drew your body up into his, fingers now gripping at your ass with bruising strength. Your mouth fell agape at the stinging pain of his roughness, allowing his hot tongue to slip between your lips. You fisted his shirt, trying to push him away, only to be met with lithe muscles straining underneath the fabric. You were reminded that he might be slender, but he was still a trained fighter, the number two hero, and he could do anything he liked to you.
           He was brash, eager, desperate to finally touch you. His kiss was sloppy and wet, full of hearty groans as his hips bucked against your own. Your eyes finally shut, mind trying to picture someone else above you, someone who didn’t stalk you, scare you, but yet you could only imagine him. His presence was suffocating, his smell saccharine, the brush of his fluttering wings addictive.
           “I knew you kept my feather,” he panted against your lips, his head dipping to your neck where he pressed open mouthed kisses to your beating pulse, “I knew you’d call out for me.”
           “Hawks, no, that’s not what I was—”
           He forcefully sucked at your neck, the sharp pain silencing you.
           “Keigo,” he reprimanded against your skin, “come on, you didn’t miss me? Not even a little?”
           “How can I miss you when I know you’re always there?”
           He chuckled, sitting back and plucking your hands from their tight grip against his shirt. He held a wrist in each hand, settling them on either side of your face, pinning you down under his strong arms.
           “I wanted to write you so many more letters, but I was worried that you’d throw them away.”
           “I would have.” You sneered, wiggling in his grip.
           “But why? I told you that you’d always be safe with me around, little bird.”
           “You’re stalking me, Hawks—”
           The grip on your wrists tightened, his thick fingers crushing the delicate bones, a warning.
           “I’m watching over you.”
           He gradually removed his hands from your wrists, the movement slow, steady, his keen eyes watching to see if you would react. Your skin was throbbing, bones aching from his relentless grasp. You didn’t move.
           “And look at how I found you, baby, so desperate for help.”
           His fingers pressed between your legs, rubbing against your clothed sex. Pleasure ran through your veins like a shock wave, your legs instinctively closing around his forearm. He sat back on his knees, marveling over how your body reacted to such a simple touch. He moved a little faster, a little harder, middle finger pressed firmly against your slit. He daringly pressed in, the fabric of your underwear keeling at his actions, sinking inside of you.
           “Fuck, you’re so wet already, is this all for me?”
           You could only shake your head no, too stunned to open your mouth to speak. He smirked, running his other hand through his hair, whistling at the vexing sight before him. For so many nights he’d wanted to be right here, in your bed, your thighs spread across his own as he touched you, toyed with you, proved to you that he could please you.
           He kept his hand on your pussy, using the other to lift up your shirt, fingers searing across your belly. They kept moving upwards, pushing your shirt away to reveal your breasts. He licked his lips at the sight, fingers itching to pull at your nipples.
           “Say the magic word,” his voice was lower now, more sinister, “say it, and I’ll touch you how you like.”
           Did you even have a choice?
           His hands were perfectly still, like he was a man stopped in time. You blinked at him, once, twice, wondering how something so beautiful could be so nefarious. He looked like a fallen angel, like his feathers had been dipped in blood and he was going to paint you with them. Your heart rate slowed, any adrenaline you had to fight beginning to flush from your veins. Your pussy was aching, the tip of his finger stretching you just enough to make you want more.
           “Please.”
           His eyes snapped to you, black pupils narrowed.
           “A little louder,” he commanded, “and say my name.”
           You swallowed, tongue wetting your lips. Your fingers dug into the sheets, still next to your face where he had left them. You were sweating, overcome with the feeling of your naked chest heaving with shaky breaths.
           “Please…Keigo.”
           The dam broke, sensations flooding over you as he moved freely over your body. Your shirt was gone in an instant, your torso thumping back to the bed before you even realized he had ripped the material over your head. His shirt was gone, too, being shimmied over his wings and tossed into the floor. He was so quick, nimble fingers ridding you of your panties in the blink of an eye. And then he was on you, two fingers sunk deep into your pussy before you could even think to breathe.
           You cried out, body arching as he pumped the digits into you at high velocity, your slick walls clenching. You felt his flaxen hair tickle your chest as his warm mouth sucked one of your nipples into the wet cavern, tongue shamelessly flicking over the hardening bud. Fuck, he felt so good, so warm, so real against your body, so much better than your own hands.
           His teeth pulled at your nipple, white hot heat surging through your body in response.
           “Keigo!” You scolded, but your voice was so high pitched, so laden with lust, that he mistook it for praise.  
           He continued to nip at your breast, fingers still plunging in and out of your pussy, the sounds lewd to your ears. His pace was wild and excited, making your skin tingle from all the attention. He sucked at your nipple, releasing the bud with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting his flushed lips to your darkening skin. He nuzzled his face to the underside of your breast, leaving you gasping as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, nose pressing into the fleshy mound.
           His fingers slowed as he sat back to look over your writhing body. He smirked, curling his fingers just right, pads brushing against the soft, flat place buried deep inside of you.
           His free hand encircled your jaw, pursing your lips.
           “Watch me, little bird.”
           You nodded in his grip, keeping your eyes on his as he came to lay between your thighs. He draped one leg across his shoulder, allowing him to angle his head as he pressed a kiss to your clit. You moaned wantonly, worrying your lip between your teeth as you watched him. He was smiling at you, warm golden eyes hypnotizing you to keep observing. He was ready to put on a show, to let you see how observant he was, how he knew your body like the back of his hand without ever touching you before now.
           The way he licked at your clit was intoxicating, little hot swirls with the tip, then heavy strokes with a flat tongue, alternating just how you liked. That sizzling coil inside your belly began to tighten. He was moaning against your wet flesh, the vibrations tingling down your pussy lips. He was enjoying himself, savoring you like an expensive meal he’d waited ages to try. His fingers kept in pace with his mouth, stroking you just right, strumming you like the devil would his fiddle within his hands.
           He then employed a trick he learned from watching you. With his other hand, he spread your labia, exposing your sensitive clit even more to his hungry mouth. You shivered at the onslaught of pleasure, body so hot you felt like you could burst into flames, melt into the bed, die a little death. You whimpered, still wholly spellbound by the vision between your legs. Hawks’ wings seemed to shutter with every moan you made, the red plumage highly attuned to every sound, every move of your body.
           Every touch, every lick, was so sinful and wicked. You tried to remind yourself that you didn’t want this, that Hawks was dangerous, that he had stalked you for weeks and could only tempt you so expertly because he watched you through your windows. But he was so beautiful, so devilishly divine between your legs, hot tongue swirling figure eights against your clit, fingers beckoning you to come undone.
           “You like this.” He said it between long licks, fingers beginning a new, more ruthless pace inside of you.
           A string of curses left your lips, your thighs beginning to quiver against his shoulders.
           “No, no, please no,” you said the words to yourself, the pleasure he was creating becoming unbearable between your legs. He continued to lap against your folds, fingers spreading you wider, keeping you open and unprotected for him. He knew you were close, could feel your walls tightening. He added a third finger just to be cruel, to watch you shrink against the sheets as your back arched for him.
           “Cum on my face, baby, I know you’ve thought about it before.”
           To your shame, you absolutely shattered around him at his words, your pussy spasming, your orgasm flooding all of your senses. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like you were blissfully pinned down by his feathers, asphyxiated by his overbearing presence within your room, within your body. He stopped his ministrations, electing to watch you unfold for him from between your legs, eyes brighter than ever before. He could see the muscles within your lower stomach contracting, could feel your orgasm upon his fingers, slick coating them in gentle waves, all for him. The sight was more glorious than he ever imagined, the girl of his dreams cumming all over his fingers, all over his mouth, your sweetness flooding over him.
           He didn’t allow you time to breath, time to bask in the afterglow of your orgasm. He quickly pulled you into his arms, sitting you in his lap, greedily kissing your lips.
           “Keigo,” you whined, pressing against his chest, trying to find a moment to breathe.
           “Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” his lips were relentless, seeking yours out every time you broke away, head following you like a moth would a flame, “keep saying it, baby.”
           “Keigo, get out.” You growled, threading your fingers through his hair and jerking his head away. You kept him at bay, keeping a steady pull on his blonde locks.
           “Oh no, I’m not done with you.”
           His eyes were so dark, his cock so hard between your dripping legs.
           He was the devil, Lucifer himself, the wayward angel staring at you, waiting to devour you. And you, you summoned him.
           There was no incantation that could contain him or send him away. His arms tightened around your back, one hand pulling you into him by your shoulder, the other hastily pulling himself from his pants.
           “See what you do to me, little bird,” he took your hand and wrapped it around his cock, big hand using your smaller one to stroke his length, “I’m always so hard for you.”
           You couldn’t help the shameless moan that tumbled from your mouth. His cock was silky smooth against your fingers, throbbing and hot, far too hot, and slick from his own pre-cum. You didn’t protest as he used your palm for his pleasure, a sly grin upon his cheeks as he felt you become complacent in his lap.
           “Haw—”
           The hand on your shoulder was swiftly upon your face, two fingers that tasted like your pussy invading your mouth to silence you.
           “When you’re with me, you call me by my name.”
           You nodded softly, eyes shifting across the planes of his face, attempting to read his serious expression. He continued to run your hand upon his length, guiding you to squeeze his swollen tip, thumb petting the underside of his cock. His thumb hooked in your cheek, not so gently tugging at the elastic flesh, studying how you let him touch you. He skated his fingers across your tongue, hoping to feel the wet muscle react to him.
           “Keigo,” you mumbled against his fingers, the sound like manna from heaven to his ears.
           “Good girl,” he cooed, feathers ruffling as he pushed you back onto the pillows.
           You laid before him again, limbs heavy and with the ghost of his fingers still in your open mouth. He looked like a god as he towered above you, wings spreading wide as if to parade their otherworldly beauty before you.
           Then you felt the weight of his hips between your legs, the press of his chest against your own, the prickle of his facial hair against your neck as he settled himself there. His hands were on you again, precipitous and heedless against your curves, twisting and pulling at your flesh to bend one leg back, hook the other around his waist.
           His cock nudged at your wet heat, one of his hands guiding him inside of you, the stretch simultaneously delightful and dreadful. Protest was on your tongue, you could taste the words, feel your gut instinct to use your curled leg to kick him away. But your arms welcomed him, encircling his shoulders as you moaned for him. Your head tipped back against the pillow and he took the opportunity to latch on to you again. His tongue lapped at the sore spot he had created earlier with his mouth, tasting the saltiness of sweat upon your skin.
           “You feel so good around my cock,” he groaned, hips beginning to snap into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his feathers brushing against your knuckles as he moved within you. You felt so full, so entirely encompassed by him, enraptured by the sweetest devil.
           All your movements felt coerced, like your body was following his lead against your will. Your hips began to match his thrusts, bucking up into him in order to feel his thick cock fall deeper into you. His strong hands encouraged you, gripping into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pressed himself into your wetness, faster and faster with every thrust.
           You kept your eyes open for a moment, entranced by the exquisite scene above you. Keigo felt unhinged, electric against you, golden curls bouncing upon his head, red feathers dancing upon his back. But his face was smooth, pretty, cheeks dusky with a dark blush as he found euphoria from within your body. One of your hands trailed up to the back of his neck, weaving within his hair. His eyes fluttered open to see you, signature grin returning as he felt your touch, his hips rocking a little harder to reward you.
           “Tell me how it feels to have me inside of you.”
           You closed your eyes then, focusing on how effortlessly his cock glided within you. Each thrust was hasty and rough, skin slapping against skin as his cock buried itself deep within your gut. He curved just perfectly inside you, cockhead delightfully brushing against the sensitive flesh of your walls with every plunge of his hips. His hands were splayed across your hips, one dangerously close to your clit, as if teasing you.
           “Fuck,” you hissed, recognizing the buildup to orgasm pooling within your belly, “you feel so good.”
           A bawdy sound left his throat at your words, like he’d died upon hearing them.
           One of his hands slid higher upon your body, fingers lacing around your ribcage, framing the underside of your breast. He began to forcefully pull your body into his, sliding you upon and down the sheets and upon his cock. You cried out, leg tightening at his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, begging him to devour you and take what he wanted.
           “That’s right, little bird, I’m going to make you cum on my cock.”
           Your breasts were bouncing against his chest, your nails leaving indents upon his skin, his mouth back to sucking at your neck.
           “And then I’m going to cum in you, make you mine.”
           You were too lost to care, every nerve under your skin desperate for his touch. His thumb glided wickedly against your clit, fanning the hellish flames of your ecstasy even hotter and higher than before. A shriek of pleasure erupted from your chest, the hand upon his head bringing him closer to you, crashing your lips together as tears gleamed in your lashes. His cock was hammering into you so ruthlessly, your clit feeling abused from his too-quick thumb.
           You were coming undone too quickly and too soon, your body feeling like threads being ripped apart at the seams. He grunted into your mouth, your tongue finally coming to play against his own, battling against him as you wrestled within yourself not to cum for him again so soon. But every stroke of his cock brought a fresh burst of pleasure blooming across your body, and you were so close, so fucking close to falling off the edge.
           “Say my name,” he demanded against your lips, “say my name when you cum.”
           There was no reason for you to comply, you weren’t his, he didn’t own you, but everything inside of you ached to appease him, and your mouth moved on its own accord.
           “K-Keigo,” you stumbled, feeling yourself climbing the orgasmic ladder, every harsh thrust of cock leading you up another rung. His arm wrapped around your back, pressing you up against him in a hectic embrace. Your face settled against his shoulder, your fingers tightening in his hair, the others drawing blood upon his back. He only purred at the pain, so determined to bring you to release that he paid it no mind. His thumb rubbed tirelessly at your swollen clit, moving it in harmony with his cock.
           Suddenly your moans stopped, the air being knocked from your lungs as pure ecstasy approached again.
           And then the world felt too quiet, your mind hazing over as you cried out in melodic moans, your inner walls clenching and unclenching so deliciously tight against his thick cock as you came for him. You could feel the heavy weight of him inside of you, still plunging into your depths as he sought his own release. Your fingers relaxed against his skin, feeling like you were sinking and he was the only thing keeping you safe from the fall.
           “Keigo,” it was a whisper, the barest hint of sound against his ear. But he felt, heard it, and it had him tumbling over the orgasmic edge with a roar of your name. Hot ropes of cum filled your body, his hard cock twitching against your walls.
           “Fuck you’re mine, all mine.”
           He murmured it against your hair, both arms now wrapping around your body. You laid there, motionless in his arms, heart pounding within your ear drums. Reality came crashing down far slower than your orgasm had, but still the consequences of your actions felt weightier against your body than the man above you.
           He fell to his side next to you. But he wasn’t gone, far from it, as his hands were back on your body. One trailed across your cheek, the other dabbled between your legs, toying with his cum that leaked from within you.
           He smirked, eyes catching yours, “and now you’re mine, my perfect little bird.”
           You were too tired to fight back, lids heavy as he held you against his warmth, the fierce wings of an invasive species draped across your naked flesh.
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Fives and Echo in Clone Cadets
Okay, buckle in if you're gonna read this. I'm an English major and you can tell bc this started out as a quick rant with a few points in my head at midnight and turned into a full analytical essay on the Domino Twins throughout the entirety of Clone Cadets in one sitting plus some next-day editing. What can I say, I analyze everything I watch even when I'm not consciously doing so. Some pictures and links included.
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I get the whole “Fives and Echo weren't close until after Rishi” thing because of the poetic-ness of the narrative of brothers who aren't close going through trauma and coming out of it stronger and as best friends all that but listen to what I have to say.
We’ll start chronologically: with their final run-through before the finals. As you may know, I made a list (here) of who argues with whom during Clone Cadets. The other three constantly nag Echo about his habit of repeating things. Hevy and Cutup both call Echo, well, Echo but before he accepts it as a name and more as an insult. Cutup’s the first one to do it, literally almost right off the bat. Hevy does it to purposefully pick a fight after the practice test. DB responds to Echo's “stop calling me that” with “stop repeating every order.” 
Fives argues a bit with the rest of Domino when they're all arguing, but he only says one negative thing toward Echo. But there are so many things that make it different from the things aimed at Echo from the rest of the squad.
He tells him “Will you shut up with instructions? You're not in charge.” Domino’s nagging Echo about the repeating, Fives... doesn't quite do that. The narrative makes it look like Fives is also mad about the repeating orders, given both DB and Cutup have at this point. However, what Fives says doesn't make a direct reference to Echo’s habit, at least. He's definitely frustrated here (they all are, they’re failing again), but, at least to me, he's frustrated because Echo's focused more on getting them to follow exact orders instead of moving forward or working together. And yeah, he snaps a bit while reminding Echo he's not squad leader and not focusing on the right thing. But he never mentions the echoing, and, after this one moment, he never makes a negative comment toward Echo again during Clone Cadets. Also, important to note, Echo wasn’t repeating orders or anything when Fives snapped at him, just saying they’re not following orders again (which is different).
So, basically: everyone’s arguing about everything. Everyone argues with Echo about various things. Fives is the only one that doesn’t go and make a comment about Echo’s repeating during it, though.
That signifies something. Fives has got a better understanding or acceptance or trust in Echo than the rest of Domino. He doesn't mock him for what makes him him. He gets why Echo does it, maybe. Even if he doesn't, he knows it helps Echo and that Echo repeating orders is his way of trying to help his brothers. And this comes into play at a point farther along in the episode that we’ll get to soon. 
Next comes the, like, one moment we see the clones have some downtime. It’s when, once again, they start arguing. Despite DB being the one to tell Echo “stop repeating every order” during the run-through, we see them getting along here. We see them chatting with each other and 99 very briefly when Fives' gives his “you never even met a girl” line and Hevy comes barging in. Hevy insults 99, Echo tells the squad to follow orders, an argument starts, yada yada.
Then, Hevy gives his “care to repeat that, Echo?” line, which I mentioned earlier as Hevy doing it to purposefully pick a fight. When they start to fight, we hear the other members of Domino start cheering Hevy on. One says “Come on. Get him, Hevy!” The other says, “Smack that know-it-all.”
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Here’s the thing, though. They show a shot of DB, Cutup, and Fives. Cutup can be seen pumping his fist but his accent isn’t heard. There are two voices speaking, but they’re layered on top of each other so it’s hard to tell who’s speaking and how many people are speaking if you aren’t paying attention. Together, this comes out to look like Fives and DB could be the ones talking, and Cutup’s not actually speaking. 
However, as I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Cutup’s accent drops in and out all throughout Clone Cadets. Especially during impromptu moments. With this, it is also possible to conclude that he is speaking during the fight, just without a different accent, especially since he’s pumping his fist. 
That leaves Fives or Droidbait as the other person speaking. As you can see, both of them seem to be watching. Now, you could argue that Fives is the one who said something. You can argue the DB is the one who said something. Since they’re showing the fight when the lines overlap (the “Get him” one starting about a second earlier), there’s no conclusive evidence for either. For the point of this argument, you can’t argue that it proves Fives and Echo were close, you can’t argue that it proves they weren’t.
Following that comes Colt’s speech before the final. As I’ve noted multiple times, nobody in Domino is happy with Echo the first time he makes a comment.
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Going back and watching it happen in time reveals a bit more, though. They’ve all got facial expressions kinda similar to it when it cuts back to them after Colt speaks. Echo says “thinks he means us, boys?” Hevy seems to be the only one truly angry about the comment. The other three seem to be more of “what are you talking about, you know we’re not that great.” Plus, you know, they’re all nervous about their final. Even more so with how they didn’t make it through the day before. (Here’s a link if you wanna see it for yourself. 0:45; it’s all quick reactions, but you can see what I mean)
(Hmm so maybe I was wrong about that screenshot before. Go figure. There’s a reason screenshots aren’t always completely reliable sources for shows, since none of what I just talked about is visible in a standstill moment. This is why I’ve rewatched Clone Cadets 48209832 times. I’m still picking up new things about Domino while doing it.)
When Echo says, “well bravo for Bravo Squad,” some other things happen. Firstly, Echo’s rolling his eyes. He’s either being flippant about Bravo or he’s being self-aware enough to know it’s a bad pun and that his brothers don’t like his comments. But Fives actually looks over, concerned, when he makes the comment.
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That definitely counts for something. Especially since the other three don’t look very concerned about how Echo’s feeling with the comments. (Hevy’s definitely not looking over here.) But Fives seems to be wondering how anxious Echo’s feeling or something along those lines and how Echo’s expressing it. Especially since Echo doesn’t purposely pick fights like Hevy. He’s just making comments that happen to aggravate the Squad more than he’s usually trying to use as his way of showing he cares about his brothers and how well they perform.
After that comes their first run of the final. And with it comes a moment I love so much. Echo’s standing at one of the cover blocks when Fives runs up to him. Not only does this happen, but Echo smiles so much at seeing his brother do so.
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He’s just! So happy that Fives is there. I love that. Anyway, Fives tells him, “you flank right, I’ll flank left.” Then comes Echo’s lil pun moment. Fives rolls his eyes, but he looks more fond but exasperated than truly annoyed. 
Right after that, Fives runs off again. Which means he took Echo’s comment about staying on the same side and went with it, even though that wasn’t his initial plan. He’s trusting in Echo’s combat planning there. After DB gets shot down, we can actually see this happen as they meet Hevy at another one of the blocks. They come from the same side, Fives, then Echo. So, it worked out successfully.
When Colt tells them they failed not too long after that, another thing happens! Fives and Echo share a look. They didn’t have to — Hevy was behind Fives and Cutup was in front of Echo. They could’ve shared a look with them. But they didn’t. It’s definitely an “oh crap” kind of look they share with each other. Something that’s usually shared with those your closer to in situations like that, ya know?
“But wait!” you might say. “These are mostly examples of Fives being a good brother than of them being close.” Well, that’s where Echo and Fives talking to Shaak Ti about transferring squads comes into play! Of course, since I’m going chronologically, it’s not the immediate next point on this, but it happens during this conversation.
The two of them talking to her is a pretty big deal, especially since constantly up to that point we see Echo not getting along with the squad. He definitely wouldn't do it with Hevy, who he fights with most. Cutup and Echo don't fight as much as Echo and Hevy but we don't see them actually talk to each other besides whenever they do the sim, right before the second final, and Rishi. And Rishi is Hevy and Cutup making fun of Echo a bit. (Main difference then is that they do understand each other better to some degree and it doesn't escalate like it once might've.) DB, I touched on some points earlier. 
But there’s a reason it’s Echo and Fives here, and it’s more than just Fives fighting with him less.
When they talk to Shaak Ti Fives trusts Echo to do the talking for them (he only speaks up twice with small comments then). While it’s a short conversation, most of the talking is done by Echo. The duo most likely had a conversation beforehand about what they were asking and why. While we don’t know who asked the other if they wanted to do it, they’re both there, and Fives trusted Echo and his memory and ability to repeat the points they wanted to make. It's the exact opposite of what the squad has been doing. Instead of mocking the repetition, he gives Echo a chance to do it without judgment and as a positive thing.
Echo also goes on to do some things that show it’s not just Fives being a good brother, it goes both ways with them. 
There are only two instances where we see Echo touch someone. One is when he fights with Hevy (and Hevy starts it). The other instance is with Fives, during this talk. The two of them had been standing at parade rest and Echo — who's whole thing as a cadet is following orders — breaks it to set a comforting hand on Fives' shoulder! 
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He's the one to do it! Echo’s the one that takes the opportunity to comfort Fives and Fives doesn’t shy away from it. And not only did he recognize what Fives was feeling, but he also acted on it. They know each other well enough at this point to understand each other’s emotions and how to react to them accordingly.
And it's not like the other clones don't nudge and pat each other on the back and whatnot. Hevy pats 99 on the head (condescendingly smh Hevy you know better but whatever that's not the point).Both Fives and DB nudge Cutup for a comment he makes.
Echo just... doesn't do it during Clone Cadets. (I will point out he gives 99 a light excited punch on the shoulder during Arc Troopers — but that's after he's been with Torrent and trusts 99 even more than he did on Kamino for helping Hevy out) But he does voluntarily set a hand on Fives' shoulder. He’s comfortable enough with Fives to do it when we don’t see him do it with the rest of Domino or even 99.
Also, we all know Fives smacks some of his brothers, we've all seen that post by now. But he never does it with Echo. Instead, he lets Echo do what he's comfortable with. I just think that's important to note.
There’re also multiple times in this scene where they share looks while they’re speaking or when Shaak Ti says something. If you watch Arc Troopers or the first half of the Citadel Arc, even some parts of Rookies, Fives and Echo have a lot of nonverbal communication. This is just planting the seeds for that.
This scene can also be used for some “Fives and Echo aren’t that close” arguments, especially if you go with the “they are literal twins” hc. The whole “they wanted to stick together because they were twins, not necessarily because they got along better” argument. There are some other points here, like the fact that Fives did say something rude to Echo, or that Fives was talking to Cutup in their downtime and Echo with DB.
The thing is, with these things I've talked about, it shows that they were close on Kamino, regardless of that hc. I highly doubt LF and Filoni actually write them as twins (they probably would've mentioned it by now if they were). So while I personally like to take some of these things as them being twins, mostly they just show that either way, they were close. And the points Echo makes while asking Shaak Ti come into play as well.
Echo states, “Which is why Fives and I are looking out for each other,” when told that the clones, like the Jedi, have individuals and the group be one and the same. He makes it a clear point that they’re looking out for each other, that they’re trying to make the decision they think is best for the other. That’s! A big deal and sign that they’re close, if you ask me. 
Right at the end of the scene, Fives once again shows his trust in Echo. After hearing that they’ve been given another shot at the final, he looks skeptical. What does he do right after? Look at Echo. He didn’t need to, he could’ve stared at the wall, ground, given Shaak’s back a funny look. But he looks to his brother for comfort again. And we see Echo look back at him, doing so, right as it transitions to Cutup’s scene.
(“Wow this is really long, you must be obsessed with Domino Squad,” you might also say. That would be correct lol. We’re almost done, though.)
The next time we see either of them is when they think Hevy hasn’t shown up but then does. This is a nice little moment. Domino must’ve had a conversation or something because Cutup, DB, Fives, and Echo seem to be more at ease beside the whole missing Hevy thing. I should write that conversation someday. Echo even repeats what Fives said and nobody makes a comment about it.
Hevy eventually surprises everyone with his dramatic entrance and marches through their bench area to head to the simulation room. After that, the three of them turn and look at Echo, who shrugs. Not really a moment between Echo and Fives and more about the whole squad, but it’s there. Domino’s getting along better as a whole, matching more of what the dynamic between those two has been the entire time. 
And finally, the second final. Like how the practice test is slightly focused on Echo’s comments and the reactions to it, this one’s focused on Hevy being the natural leader he is. Also, just, Domino Working Together.
When they take cover in the little slit thingies, Fives and Echo take cover in the same one. Part of it was probably which one was closest. Part of it definitely was production trying to make it easier to fit more of them in the same frame there. But also, it says something about how they trust and understand each other on the battlefield. Partially from growing up training together, partially they've got the trust and understanding the whole squad is just finally starting to get within the rest of their dynamics. 
The only scene in this whole episode I don’t know who’s who is during the medal scene. If we base it on where Hevy stands, Echo and Cutup are the ones to talk. However, the second clone doesn’t have Cutup’s accent and it’s not one of those situations that Cutup tends to drop his accent. So I’m not really sure, other than that Domino is very clearly all proud of each other. I’m not really sure why I wrote this paragraph then… aNyWaY, that’s the episode!
TL;DR Throughout the episode, the Domino Twins show multiple signs of them being close to each other. I really think that the episode is supposed to show us that they're close from the beginning and Rishi just made them form an even stronger bond. Paraphrasing Shaak Ti, their journey is about them connecting to the rest of their squad throughout the episode, not necessarily about them also learning to connect with each other. They’ve got that down, after all.
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