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creat0r-cat · 2 years

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Iplier Egos x reader - Love Languages HCs

Darkiplier

Giving: Gifts

Based on how he treats you during ADWM, I'd assume he would like to give you things.

Like, dude was offering you dinner, saying he could take you anywhere, he could give you ANYTHING.

I also think he'd smile if he saw how happy you'd be to receive the gifts.

Receiving: Quality Time

Since he has access to anything and everything (except Mark's channel), he would probably just be happy if you spent some time with him

You two don't need to talk or anything, just be in the room with him and he'll be happy

Poor baby has spent so much time alone that he just needs to know someone's there for him nearby

Wilford Warfstache

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Honestly, this is one of the only things that makes sense to me

He uses so many nicknames for you (gumdrop, sweetheart, sweetie, honey, honey bunches, etc.) and loves to give you compliments

If you are the type to get super flustered when receiving compliments, he'll do it 10-fold with a smile

Receiving: Physical Touch

Mans doesn't even know what’s real or not anymore

Like, he watched his friends die (by his hands or otherwise) in front of him

Give him hugs because it will remind him that you’re real and actually right in front of him

Cuddles

Lots and lots of cuddles

He loves being the small spoon

Googleplier

Giving: Acts of Service

Nothing more to say really

I mean, he’s GOOGLE IRL

He genuinely likes helping you out

Especially if you’re the one who asks him to assist you in a task

Google likes to feel wanted and needed

Especially by you

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Make sure you tell him how much you appreciate his help

Especially if you pair your praises with a tight hug and/or a kiss

He’s a pretty confident guy, but even the mighty Google needs a reminder that he’s wanted

Bingiplier

Giving: Quality Time

Though he’s not as reliable and (formally) useful as Google, he’s actually a pretty fun guy to hang out with

He loves showing you tricks and going out to fun places with you

Honestly, he’s just happy when you’re with him

It makes him feel special

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Obviously

Poor baby needs to be told he’s good for something

Everyone compares him to Googleplier and it really kills his vibe

Please for the love of jimbalooshee tell him that he’s doing a good job

Tell him you love him

Say that he’s appreciated

JUST PLEASE LET HIM KNOW THAT HE’S NOT JUST THERE FOR DECORATION

He just wants to be loved and useful

Yandereplier

Giving: Gifts

He really likes giving you things

Stuffed animals, candy, flowers, body parts from a mutilated corpse, a new video game

Just whatever he thinks will make you smile

Anything for his senpai~

Receiving: LEGIT ANYTHING

He’ll love almost anything you do!

His gifts are the things he’s stolen from you for his Senpai Shrine

He loves any compliments or comforting words you give him

He’s down for physical affection anytime and anyplace (especially in public)

Quality time is basically anytime

You’re his senpai!!

Dr. Iplier

Giving: Works of Service

Trust him

He’s a doctor

Just let him take care of you and he’ll be happy

He takes it upon himself to see that you’re happy and healthy

He does a really good job of it too

Receiving: Quality Time

He’s an ambivert

He spends all his extrovert energy at the hospital with his patients and colleagues

Then he comes home and recharges himself (hopefully with you)

If he's having a hard day, he'll invite you over just so you can pamper him

He loves coming home to a nice dinner then relaxing

Watching a movie and falling asleep on the couch together?

Heck yea

Late night cuddles if you're sleeping over?

Sign him up

Sometimes, he’ll decide to take a day off of works just so he can spend more time with you

Actor Mark

Giving: Gifts

Smug and rich(ish) boi

If he’s not too busy spoiling himself he’ll probably get you something (depends on his mood)

Don’t be surprised if he gets himself something better

He says he deserves it

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

After Celine left him he kinda became a little self conscious

He gets nervous that you’ll leave him too

That’s why he (randomly) buys you gifts

You are gonna need to constantly tell him that you love him and that you aren’t leaving him

He does love you too

It’s just kinda hard to tell at times

Yancy

Giving: Quality Time

Prison boi loves spending time with you

You’re his first girlfriend in a long time

Maybe ever??

He can’t remember

He loves showing you new dance routines and songs he’s been working on

Every so often, he’ll sneak out with you to the prison roof and just spend a few hours stargazing (like a date)

Receiving: Physical Touch

Touch starved baby

He only displays affection when you’re alone, typically speaking

He does have a reputation to hold after all

Yancy likes hugs

He loves it when you hug him from behind

Especially if you’re shorter

If you’re taller than him (over 5’ 10”) and rest your head on top of his it also makes him happy

It makes him feel like a teddy bear

Cuddling

Late night cuddles are his favorite

He also really likes kissing, but that is saved for when you two are alone or unless he’s jealous

Illinois Jones

Giving: Quality Time

He enjoys every moment you two can spend together

He’ll never admit it but he kinda hates being alone, so the fact that you decided to stick around possibly permanently??

Happy mans

He’s just happy to be around you

He loves sharing facts about different treasures or (if you see them out and about) different animals

He’s kinda like a golden retriever honestly (he gives off those vibes)

Receiving: Acts of Service

Help him pack for trips

Go through a trap for him

Take a heavier load when he’s tired

Anything like that

He really appreciates it

He likes to know that he isn’t the only one doing the work

He’s had lazy treasure hunting partners in the past and it WASN’T pleasant

Head Engineer Mark

Giving: Acts of Service

Have you seen this man??

He’s basically listening and ready as soon as you open your mouth

He feels happy knowing you trust him with a task

Or he’ll randomly do something helpful because he knows that you’ll be grateful

You yawn during late work hours?

He’s there with a cup of coffee

You can’t fix something on your own?

He’s there to fix it by himself or alongside you

Forget Illinois, this man gives off TRUE golden retriever energy

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Everyone on the ship (except you) seems to hate him in some way

Tell him that he’s doing a good job and that he’s a good engineer

Please

He needs it more than you realize

He feels really bad about the whole Wormhole paradox incident

You gotta comfort this man every so often because he’s on the brink of a breakdown sometimes but he knows how to hide it

#iplier egos x reader #Illinois Jones x reader #Darkiplier x reader #Yancy x reader #Googleplier x reader #Bingiplier x reader #Actor Mark x reader #Wilford Warfstache x reader #Head Engineer Mark x reader #Yandereplier x reader #Dr. Iplier x reader #x reader #female reader #headcannons #love languages

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lexyvey · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐔)

I didn’t really have your typical upbringing. I mean, even before, when I had no mom and an alcoholic piece of shit father. All it did was make for a 12-year-old runaway burdening his Uncle Wayne’s doorstep. And sure, that’s normal-ish, but then the world ended. I don’t think anyone was really shocked – mean, yea it was shocking to the masses of mindlessly pathetic capital pigs twiddling their thumbs never asking questions of why or should I – but I digress. It wasn’t really much of a shock to those whose lives had been shaped by the Upside Down before the end of times. Robin kind of always thought it might after all the times it had screwed our little rag-tag group over, but then it finally happened. How it happened, now that’s where it gets interesting.

In 86’ we thought we’d finally defeated Vecna. I had only just joined in on the fight, but apparently, this guy was tired of waking, eating, and sleeping —or I think that’s how his evil cliche monologue went (truth be told I remembered every word because… well… he wasn’t exactly wrong on that front, but whatever) – and decided it was his purpose to turn earth into some monster fucked hellscape. The superhero girl gave him a hell of his own using magic powers though and the world was saved… except that didn’t quite end up happening. See, Max… she didn’t quite make it to the hospital before letting go. It wasn’t until two days later that everything changed.

And by “everything,” I mean cold-blooded creatures.

And by “changed,” I mean supernatural cancer that caused temperatures to plummet and weather to shift, an overwhelming increase of fungi and sense of rot, and an unhealthy appetite for death. Flower-faced-face-sucking-fuckers, giant spider thingies, mutated bats: You name it. There’s a lot of them.

I knew this one kid, whose cat was eaten by his “pet lizard,” Dart, which turned out to be one of those juvenile flower-faced-face-sucking-fuckers. Man, Dustin loved Dart… and that cat.

So, for most of human history, if you wanted to kill a bat, all you needed was a glue trap. Well, suddenly you needed a shotgun – thank God for Nancy Wheeler. And sometimes even a tank. And sometimes… even that doesn’t work. Especially if you don’t stay in the tank.

Eventually, the really big ones and our military took each other out. We lost 95% of the human population in about a year. Mean, that’s one way to combat overpopulation issues, but… that’s a lot of Bobs… and a lot of Barbs that never deserved to die (Billy can suck my --).

Those of us who survived, we hid anywhere we could. Bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So, for the last seven years, I’ve been living in an underground bunker. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Really. It’s a great group of people, and we all love each other. It’s kinda what I imagined college would have looked like (not like I’d ever be caught dead there even before all this shit).

“Are you sure he’s asleep?”

“Who?”

“Eddie. Who else?”

“Yeah, he’s asleep.”

“Hang on. Shh.”

“He’s not awake.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just you.”

“I just… I don’t…”

“Eddie. Eddie.”

“See? He’s not awake. It’s just you.”

Dear Stevie,

I am wide awake. I’ve just gotten really good at not really moving or breathing. Being stuck in a survival bunker with a bunch of people who have all found their soul mate is less than ideal. Karen and Ray got together a few months ago, so they’re still kinda in their honeymoon phase. It is super physical. Good for them. They’re both very attractive and apparently quite flexible.

Hey, life’s short. Especially down here.

After Tim’s parents were eaten by a swarm of demobats, he and Ava became inseparable. So, pretty much everyone’s coupled up down here. Our first baby was born last winter. It was super emotional.

Welcome to the apocalypse, kid.

The food sucks. At least you’ll never know what you’re missing.

Kala and Connor got together after Sharon died. Sharon was a cow that ate a box of laundry detergent – it was a pretty Ozzy move – and now we only have one cow. Her name’s Debbie. Debbie is great. Debbie’s not our only food source. We actually have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It was easier in the beginning, you know, before we ran out of bullets. Facing down one of those things with a janky handmade weapon is no walk in the stuck-up suburban neighborhood dog park. Or so they tell me.

I don’t go on the hunting parties. They need me in the kitchen. I’m kinda the, uh… the chef of the bunker. I know, I know. Ironic that the guy who lived off a diet of Yoohoos, weed, and Combos is the chef. Laugh it up Harrington, but everyone likes my Minestrone.

Being the only single person in the bunker has its perks too. I get to hang out with Tomy Omnibot 2000. Of course, he’s not much for conversation. The core battery’s shot, just like every other Tomy, I’d imagine. Actually, I’ve never seen a working one.

Sure wish you were here, Stevie. I’d love for you to meet everyone.

#Steve harrington #Eddie munson #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie #Steve x eddie #Eddie x steve #apocalypse au #love and monsters #love and monsters au #steddie apocalypse

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myrfing · 2 years

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6.2 MSQ spoiler thread [estinien voice] kumbhira ribeye baby [varshahn voice] did he drop it in dirt

YOUR...BABY HEAD? THE... NO BEARD SCALES?

howling screaming best himalayan salt lamp ever

this is so. LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

this party comp is nice...yshtola is my forever gamer and estiniens a funny guy. and big varshahn is um. big varshahn. also first time i think they've ever left the autofill as healer for the pc lol

ohhh i looove the twisted surrounds. and god making varshahn pull more in his newly minted freshman meatsuit sorry for the evil

watching his ass use shield lob 5 times in a row for an enemy right next to him. Yea you need to be a dragon

*taking pics of everything* I have to show cylva does she know this lady.

yshtola asking if voidsent appreciate flowers too...man they kind of screwed themselves over by making the void already in CT when their aesthetic sense was erm worse but they really are making the best of it. it looks cool even if halloweeny

common tongue between norvrandt and the 13th...is that the weenis woonis or was there a different babel event. ohh thinking about the golden dhyata now

oh man she's cool.

also people were mad about this line weren't they? i dont get it that's pretty par for the course for the bodyjacker guy

her voice is so nice lol

"are you his friend" "im gourd I dont know anything about that" most ic response laughed like hell. also people said these choices were mean they arent even half as mean as I want them to be sorry to the lovers

YSHTOLA NOT YOUR AETHER LMFAOOO LET GOURD GIVE HIS GIRL YOUA RE FUCKINGGGG PUTTING GAS ON THE PEDAL 24/7

oh so she's like vaulthry

her little hat tilt...moe

why doesnt...like...why dont we just kill the guy or. gourd absorbs the aether. i know suspended disbelief needed here just man

yshtola being the one to give zero her name...the way they. Well.

also she's still cool but she's also very lame. win

...sorry fray

statue of a guy who died doing passage of arms

im lookin for thos deepeyes...

man these little guys can have a little aether. it's fine gourd has a lot and he never fucking uses it except all at once I guess

zero's little sad house of nobodies. love it. yes the house and heart yshtola

SHE'S SUCH A BORN IN A WET CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE LMFAOOO HER HIDEOUT...NO NAME...ONLY KNOWS TRANSACTIONAL BONDS...so real. the oc of desolate 12 year olds everywhere

girl you got snot fountain in your mind palace

ok I know barbariccia is naked lady boss #43461 but hi. you're green as hell like pea soup

wtf she killed those little dudes. they were just hanging out

host says they cant seat us until everyones here wol sighs and takes out their azem crystal

snot hair lady a little fun

NO deepeyes in the void :(

aw ciriatto is relieved and says farfarello quieted down after we slonked her shit

SO FUNNY MAKING ESTINIEN CARRY HER? SO FUNNY ALSO PRETENDING THE WOL DOESNT HAVE MASSIVE AETHER RESERVES YET AGAIN

yesss lets feed zero zero feast zero eat

miss hydaelyn bringing me the cool kids wide and far

varshahn (politely) She is a pain in the ass. But that's ok

LFMAOAOAOAOOA YOU CAN BE LIKE I'm going to my island.

aww..zero feeling warmth and light for the first time in ever

nidhana is so reliable she is just everywhere I guess

DO NOTTTT INSULT NIDHANA ZERO >:[_____]

SHE SUCKED THAT APPLE DRYYYYY HELPPPP

also varshahn. Grow up

[jp writers] human connection and belonging is The Apple (Fruit)

...i bet shes going to die when taken outside of her pond and thats why shes okay with it after all that. Zero U Are So

varshahn's customer service voice with her AHAHAHA

fuck thee aethernet we are walking so you get to see PLANTS and SKIES and COLOR and ARCHITECTURE and PEOPLE

im so glad that the first place she sees as herself in the first is thavnair cus it's such a gorgeous and lively place

lmaoaoooaoaao you just got unlucky zero you got a pretty weird guy

WOO YEAH YSHTOLA the 13th as the life will fill the universe again weaping crying whatever

omg let the eyeball goop enjoy thavnair too

Golbez Grip

there's the Promises We Dont Know About again

i like the void's goofy asses. next is the x.3 patch so someone is going to have to eat it raw

#ffxiv #6.2 spoilers

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babydinojojo · 10 months

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The Monster inside of me

Where do i begin with this. Krisy cheated on me with someone she dated for a weak in real life. What happened next, was crazy. I have never seen ANYONE lose everything in a span of a couple of hours. All i just did was take a ss to the chat and sent it to Brayden, Paola, and Pierce who all hate Kris for their certain reasons. Im just shocked at what transpired in the next two hours. Let's see, the screenshot was sent to the GSA chat, and everyone saw, and Krisy resigned on the spot and then deleted the server, and the boyfriend broke up with her, after their first in real life date BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!

There is so much evidence against her it's not even funny about her being a legit shitty person. I've taken a lot of screenshots of our chats together; I have a shit tone on my phone currently sitting there. Not only that Paola and Brayden have their evidence and there is a chance that it will get sent to her aunt and it can get Krisy in major trouble. Damn, I mean if I'm being honest here, I knew she was cheating but its online relationship so whatever happens is fair game. But what I didn't expect was to end up nuking her reputation over this, she actually lost the ability to be president of the club. But it's really hard to feel bad for her you know, she put herself in this situation and i have a serious feeling that it's about to escalate when school starts back up for them. I mean ngl I have Brayden's, Paola, and Pierce's back incase Krisy tries to start shit, too be honest her i did something extremely dumb and it involves Life360, I actually obtained her location and her uncle's location through it, i mean it is doxing but at the same time it isn't, its wrong nonetheless, I won't be giving it out to anyone if anything. I got more common sense than that to do it.

Well, the past couple of days have been chill i went to the movies with mom and dad and went to outback, but a few days ago I met a girl named V. I know i just got out of a relationship with a cheating partner, but man... She is just... V I don't know what to say about her, she is just so nice, she's just so adorable bro oh my god, like wow... she's just a nice person to be around and to hang out with, she likes stuffies just like me, she has some squish mellows she sleeps with every night 25 of them. That's crazy because i just sleep with the bear facing me. But Jesus Christ that so fucking cute bro. Yesterday we started to ramp up with the flirting, and with some today... we talked about what we would do if we hung out in real life. But yea we chatted and flirted and everything Hehe, gosh this is making me smile, just thinking about her does Hehe. But there is one problem, i need some time to heal after what happened with me and Krisy, and i don't want to rush things with V and Me, I mean yea i have a Crush on V, but at the same time i need to take some time to heal emotionally...

Lately I've been thinking about a sadistic monster growing up inside of me and it is getting angrier and angrier every single day, Krisy was its first victim and rightfully so, it destroyed her status and reputation and her relationship she was only a week in cause her boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend legit does not trust her anymore. I legit do not fucking care about Krisy and she can go die for all I care, I hope she... Jordie go away please... Jordie calm down... shit he came out of me again... I don't want to hurt anyone with him please... There has to be another way we can get rid of him... I don't want him here... especially If and ONLY if I date V. I don't want it hurting her... I would never be able to forgive myself if it did...

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isaacathom · 1 year

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ds9 time :) s2e6

'i havent seen one of these in 300 years' i- okay hang on. there was a character IN tng who used a wheelchair. the old guy. the one in the absolutely horrifically bad 'old man' prosthetics who took some fucking drug so he'd regain his youth. i remember this episode. he HAD a fucking wheelchair. you HAVE them. theyre IN THE SETTING. what are you talking about Dax. ? i hate scifi when its like 'oh yea we wont need wheelchairs in the future' bullshit man. anyway

'once her basic needs are met she refuses all special assistance' i would not say 'being able to get around' is special assistance but like. ugh. UGH. we're doing this then are we. we're doing this?

the way everyones reacting to meloras stubbornness doesnt sit quite right with me, especially considering that bashir moments prior spoke glowingly of that stubborness. but also why the fuck did you modify the design? without telling her? like dude what the fuck. she sent you a design, you shouldve just made that, and then maybe as the chief medical officer suggested alterations and improvements and so on once it saw on-the-ground action in its intended environment BY its intended user, which is not you. euggggh.

im not sure i like where i feel like this is going to go? i dont know what i think that is but my vibe is poor.

okay so plot a) melora tries to just do her fucking job and b) quark gets murdered. i understand (i do not)

my problem isn't with melora as a character, i think its with a sort of exhaustion with the fact that scifi tends to erase disabilities because ~in the future we can "fix" them~ and then their rare disabled characters tend to be a very specific way. an aspirational disabled person, i suppose. one who doesnt ask for help, who doesnt "let their handicap stop them", you know the vibe. so its not that she's a bad character, per se, but that shes part of a trope thats just sorta annoying. this all comes with the caveat that im not disabled though so ? basically dont listen to anything i say

"its like slipping into a bathtub at the end of a long day" "really... im a shower man myself" bashir buddy what

BASHIR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU DOING. what the fuck is this. oh i hate this. like to be clear its a significant improvement from bashir being cringe flirty back in s1 with dax (something that seems to have been dropped like a hot rock) but JESUS. BASHIR.

okay yea sure (skips scene) ill just read the transcript man im good. good for bashir making friends i guess.

yknow again melora has a point, who the fuck puts raised rims everywhere like this. its a trip hazard for anybody!

do not make out on your peril do not make out okay wait okay so she realises hes hesitating, goes 'oh dont worry thats my brother' and then they immediately make out, god thats a fucking awkward chain. that said, lol. the shot of them drifting up was fun.

i am not invested in this relationship at all but i guess its nice to see Dax interacting with other people and sharing some of her knowledge. i like her a bit more than s1.

well thats not exactly where i thought her plot was going but of course, mago-scientifically curing her of her disability, a fucking hallmark. god i hate scifi sometimes. like yea whatever it makes sense in the isolated incident that its the sort of thing she WOULD want, because her bullish independence is very important to her, and whatever, but as part of a trend you just. groan.

"you people sell pieces of yourself after you die, don't you? i'll buy one" odo and quark remain exceptional

"you let me fly, i let you walk, we're even" disability politics aside, cute sentiment.

bashir's complete forgetting that she has a family back home, incredible fucking work sir, truly the empath

this episode is not especially well written, is it

wow these plots collide like a sledgehammer

oh thank GOD she doesn't actually commit oto the treatment, thank GOD!!! THANK GOD!!! oh thank god. genuinely a good choice, like im so glad, from the meta perspective, that she decided being able to see her family and all that was more important. does that make sense? i just like that she made the choice, was empowered to make it, and knows whats up. that rules. thats a good ending for her i think.

that said that episode kinda sucks? its fine i guess.

#ds9 blogging #my thoughts are many but not especially coherently

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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Headcanons for Porco? 👉👈🤍

annoying. thats it.

LMFAO IM KIDDING but serious

hes not the type to be overprotective or handsy, but he 100% always has his eye on you if that makes sense. like he’d never say no to you leaving his side at a gathering to go chat w some friends, he’s kissing ur temple and telling u to have fun, but he’s absolutely keeping his eye on you as you move around the room from group to group. he knows exactly when to step in or grab you from a situation. ive talked about him being the fun police & this kinda goes hand in hand w that. he likes being responsible for you in a way thats comforting, not overbearing <3

i think of him as being ur personal garbage disposal. let me explain. like whatever food you dont eat, he will 100% shovel it down for you. like if you go out to eat and ur too full to finish ur meal and dont want to package it to take home, he’s like ugh just gimme ur plate and finishes it. or if you get something that you dont like or has something you pick off of it, he’s automatically offering to switch meals with you or biting off the pieces you dont like you so can eat the rest of it unbothered

i picture him being a really big jay z fan ...... LMFAO PLEASE. like he loves the idea of him being like the “god of rap” so i see him knowing all of his songs and shit. he raps them in the car and sings them in the shower. hes like baby im jay z and ur like my beyonce <3 thinking its cute and then ur like didnt he cheat on her ??? and hes like 🤕 ok statement is redacted i meant it in a cool way

GOSSIPER. a little messy bitch. absolutely LOVES talking shit w you. automatically hates people you dont like or have an issue with. even if you dont hate them, he does. you have a tiny argument w ur coworker one time and now every time you mention them casually he’s like oh you mean our nemesis? we hate him >:( or you fight w a close friend ONE time and rant to him about it, and now every time you go to hangout w them hes like hey remember that one time they did you dirty? yea they can die for that

mf is the life of the party wherever he goes. you can always be sure that he will wedge himself into the center of a room. he’ll have people dying laughing at his stupid stories and jokes. he’s dancing like a moron in the middle of the club. he loves being the center of attention, and more often than not, u get roped into it too. like as he’s telling his stories and the crowd is hanging onto his every word, he has u sitting in his lap. he’s dancing like an idiot but he’s doing that cheesy lasso/rope move on you to get you to join him. i hate him fr

i know it, u know it, everyone knows it. porco is a CAR GUY. his car is his baby (he claims second to you but sometimes ur really not sure LMFAO) he is obsessed w his car. constantly driving you two around in it, taking it to get washed, parking somewhere just to sit and talk in it. hes so picky about stuff in it hes like BABE dont spill that please :/ or can u not bend the aux chord like that :/ its helpful when something happens to ur own car tho bc he puffs out his chest and is like let me handle it 🖐🤨 does all of ur oil changes and fills ur tires. teaches u how to drive stick shift. u tell him u dont know what kind of windshield wipers you have and he loses his mind </3

NOTE: these are so random and has been in my inbox forACTUALever so thank u for being patient / for this fun request! i hate him

#porco galliard #porco headcanons #porco galliard headcanons #porco x reader #porco galliard x reader #porco brainrot #porco fluff #porco writing #aot #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot writing

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bitterren · 2 years

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For limbo to be less of an "angst for the sake of angst" fest and more sensible, for lack of a better word, the time needs tweaking. I always hang on Tommy saying that it FELT like months passed by in those two days, and not a guaranteed sped up passage of time. Not only would that make more sense for the revived' mental states but it would get rid of this constant agony of the dead for the sake of, essentially, nothing.

Look I love Wil to death but f.i. Ghostbur existing now just to suffer, constantly, for decades, is just not it, for anyone. It's angst, and not even the fun kind of angst. And it gets worse when you mix in the difference in time passage.

I feel like the moment that hit the most for me is when I saw someone mention that Ranboo spent more time in limbo than being married to Tubbo and that's just...no. It's just not good for anything, story, narrative itself, consistency- whatever else; It's just pointless sadfest which, personally, I think just puts this giant fuck you to those characters for barely any reason :/

Like, I believe that if instead of 13 years Wilbur would've had to spend something around 160 days there - his current mental state would then still make sense. Because, well, spending all of that time alone with nothing but your own thoughts would one, have the same effect, and two, would FEEL like years, still. Same with Tommy: that affected of a person suddenly forced to spend days in a void, to meet with the person who've impacted you most once you've already mourned them, and then be ripped out of it that suddenly and violently? Again, his state then would still make sense.

It's difficult with Ghostbur because there would be either a route of him still suffering, though for less, or him just fully ceasing to exist. (As sad as that is - it is imo the most logical way because of his being a literal ghost, who I don't even know how has a limbo in the first place) Which is where that seeming necessity of limbo's being painful comes to question. Why does it need to be just suffering? You suffer in life and then die, just to suffer through death as well, like- why and why to such an extent as well.

And maybe it's not just all suffering. Maybe I'm fully talking out of my ass right now and Ranboo or someone may introduce something different (feels like it's been hinting at smth to do w afterdeath but ofc idk for sure). Or maybe not and I'm just wasting my time writing this lmao.

Overall: Angst just for the sake of angst is rarely ever fun and often just puts a giant fuck you to any writing. And the difference in passage of time related to the living adds to the needless suffering and complications. But it is just personal opinion, cause it's just been literally pointless sad, and not even the fun sad, so-

Yea

Also don't get me wrong: I can live and breathe good angst like there's no tomorrow. It can be undeserving, yes, and it can be poetically unfair, of course- but there is always a kind of line to consider, meaning less of a box you have to fit to or constrict yourself to, but more of a scale you have to balance.

(I probably made like barely any sense: it's the middle of the night and I'm brainrotting)

#kind of a rant #but yeah it feels iffy #to me #but idk #dream smp #dsmp #wilbur soot #ranboo #tommyinnit #ghostbur #like the softest crit so no need to pitchfork me :]#lmao #lhlh

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katiea03 · 3 years

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hellu! a friend led me to your account and i wanted to req smth right away! i'm a girl who loves hurt comfort so can you do smth with tsukki and kenma where reader doesn't like sitting on their lap or getting carried because she doesn't want to squish them?? thanks bby ❤

❣︎Reader Scared To Sit On Their Lap❣︎

Thx you sm for the request! This one hit home as this is lowkey a insecurity I have but I had a lot of fun writing it! 👁👅👁

❣︎Warnings❣︎: Weight,suggestive

❣︎Genre❣︎: Hurt/comfort, lil fluff

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tsukishima, Kenma, Oikawa

❣︎A/N❣︎: This is my first official request and I’m really excited how it came out! I/ve never written a scenero or hurt/comfort before but i really liked it! I threw Oikawa in with the other two because of how perceptive he really is. I feel like people forget how smart Oikawa is so he gets a lil love. Am I really starting to become an Oikawa simp maybeeee ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Probably for the first time ever, Tsukishima Kei was clingy. You were hanging out at his place after school as you usually did but today you couldn’t help but notice how tightly Tsuki held onto your hand, or how he would use your head as a resting place for his more often. You obviously weren’t opposed, just surprised by his sudden change in character.

You looked through the kitchen for snacks when Tsukishima hugs you from behind. You jump a little and turn in his arms to see him with his signature smirk that made your knees weak “What’s gotten into you today?”

He looked at you amused “What do you mean?”

He rests his hands on your hips , “You’ve been very touchy that’s all.”

“You don’t like it?” He looks as if he’s about to pull away. You pull him in quickly before he has a chance to pull away. Resting your head on his chest,

“I never said that. I think it's really nice.” You take in the fresh scent of his hoodie.

“Oh yea?” There’s a faint smugness to his words that you recognized instantly

“Yea.” And before you knew it, you felt yourself being lifted up. Panic rushed through you and you tried your best to squirm out of his grasp,

“Put me down! Please just put me down.” Tsukishima could sense the gravity in your voice and put you on the kitchen counter.

“What’s wrong Y/n.” He could see the uneasy look on your face and wondered what he did wrong. You stood silent, not making eye contact with him.

“Babe what is it… did I hurt you?” You remained quiet. Tsuki didn’t want to push you to say anything you didn’t want to, but he was concerned.

“If you don’t want to say anything that okay bu-“

“I’m worried I’ll break you…” Your voice came out shallow. Tsuki almost laughed, not because what you said was funny, but because of how ridiculous the notion was, “What do you mean?”

Still not being able to look at him, you croak out, “I’m scared I’m too heavy for you.” At this point you’re trying to hold back tears. You’re weight has always been such a huge insecurity for you, and truly having to admit it was almost embarrassing.

Tsuki cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. He had no idea you felt this way, and he wasn’t too sure what to say so the kitchen was almost awkwardly silent. You were about to pull your face away when he tells you,

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” You snap your head to look directly at him. That wasn’t the type of response you were expecting.

“I love you, and no matter what size you are that won’t change. But no, you won’t break me, I’m almost 6’4.”

You choke out a laugh and wipe the tears that brimmed at your eyes,

“Yea but Kei, you’re built like praying mantises!” Tsuki poked you before throwing you over his shoulder and carried you to the living room. You shrieked kicking your legs as genuine laughter escaped your lip.

This would be the first night you would be spending the night at Kenma’s place. He’s spent countless nights at yours but you finally asked to spend the night at his.

Stepping out of the shower, hair wet, and wearing one of his hoodies, you go to look for him. Along the way you inspected his apartment more. There was nothing too special about it, it wasn’t the neatest by any means but you could tell he tidied up a bit before you came. You passed by his living room and saw only a couple photos. He didn’t look too enthusiastic in them but a small smile laced your face seeing him with his friends and family.

You quietly make your way down the hall to his gaming room, and with a soft knock, you creak open the door. Kenma was intensely staring at his computer screen with his huge gaming headset on with his hair messily pulled back. He couldn’t hear you come in but he sensed your presence and turned his head to you.

He softly smiled at you and slid off one side of his headset to hear you properly.

You walked behind his chair and peered at the screen , “So what are you playing right now?” Kenma focuses back on the game and mumbles, “ Rainbow…”

A minute or two goes by of you just wanting his hands rush across the keyboard. His face stayed as neutral as ever, the only indication of stress was the tiny crease that bunched in between his eyebrows. He wins another game and takes off his headset while waiting for the next round to start. He pulled your hand around to sit you into his lap but you backed up and settled on sitting on the arm of his chair. He could see how uncomfortable you were and peered up at you.

“What’s wrong?” You sat a little straighter, “Nothings wrong Kozu.”

He looks up at you unconvinced, “Y/n”

You crossed your arms and try putting on your best face. Unfortunately for you, Kenma knew them all.

“Tell me, what is it?” He took one of your hands in his, softly rubbing his thumb over your palms. You searched his face for any way out of this inevitable conversation you landed in, but to no avail. You sighed and stared intently at the screen in front of you.

“What if I’m too heavy?” What you asked didn’t process in his head for a moment. But when it did, he instantly pulled you into his lap without warning. You go to stand up but he wraps his arms around you, holding you down. You hide your face in his polyester t-shirt feeling extremely self-conscious. You slowly feel yourself calm down and you get yourself more comfy on his lap.

“See you aren’t too heavy.” Kenma is a man of very few words, but as he ran his fingers through your wet hair, you couldn’t have felt more safe and loved.

The next match started and as he slid on his headset (only one ear had it on), you stayed there watching him play. You felt yourself doze off in probably the most comfortable position you had ever been in.

Oikawa was going on about another ridiculous alien conspiracy documentary and was begging to watch it for tonight’s Friday movie marathon. He already had his ‘stylish’ purple alien socks along with his even more ‘trendy’ neon green space martian shirt (according to him of course!). He was already comfy on the worn down couch he owned with tons of blankets.

You come out from the kitchen wearing a big t-shirt of his with the popcorn and set it on the coffee table.

“Oh my beautiful Y/n, what would I do without you?” He sits up on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Probably starve and die.” Oikawa opens the blanket waiting for you to cuddle on the couch with him,

“Rude, but you’re probably right.” He pats at his lap and you come closer to the couch, nervously taking a seat next to him rather than sitting on his lap. You turn on the couch looking for the remote when Oikawa outbursts,

“Ummm excuse me?” He has a hand on his heart with an exasperated look on his face.

You turn to him pretending to be clueless but as you play with your fingers, Oikawa knew something was wrong.

“Shawty, is my lap not good enough for you?” He puts on his best fuck boy face to try and make you laugh- and it usually did, but not this time. He drops the act and pulls your leg onto his.

“Spill, what’s going on?”

Not a sound comes from your lips and you just continue to look down at your lap.

With an extra dramatic sigh he wipes fake tears from his eyes, “ If you're not gonna say anything, I’m gonna have to assume you have terminal cancer.”

You shoot up with wide eyes,

“No!” With that Oikawa throws his head back laughing and you can’t help but laugh too. Eventually the laughter dies down and Oikawa has his serious face again.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?”

It’s quiet for another moment before you actually speak, “I don’t really wanna talk about it babe.” Of course, Oikawa wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He takes both of your hands in his and kisses them both gently.

“Y’know you can tell me anything.” He was genuinely a little hurt that you felt like you couldn’t talk to him about whatever it was.

“Yeah I know, it's just-I .” You took a deep breath as you felt the tears sting your eyes. Oikawa waited patiently,

“I just feel like I’m too heavy for stuff like that.” Small tears began to stream down your cheek, but Oikawa wiped them away before they could fall too far.

Oikawa’s heart broke wiping away your tears. He had no idea you were dealing with this. He feels the tiniest bit of futile guilt. Despite it not being his fault, he wishes he could’ve done something to make you feel better about yourself. He kisses the top of your head before telling you,

“You are beautiful exactly the way you are, and I’m gonna prove it to you. I promise you.”

You feel your face go warm at his promise to you as he easily lifts you onto his lap. He pulls you into a deep kiss, and as your lips connect you feel the worry and anxiety melt from your body. His kisses trail to your collarbone and the collar of his shirt falls down one side of your shoulder. He leaves a sweet kiss on the edge of your shoulder,

“I don’t care if it takes all night baby.”

He looks up at you with such adoration, you know what he was saying was true. The way he looked at you made you feel beautiful inside and out.

Oikawa was true to his word, and made sure to worship you like you deserved.

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souryogurt64 · 2 years

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genuinely so upset bc my prime teen-concert-going-days have been stolen by covid. it came around when I had just turned sixteen and now I'm turning 18 this November. I went to a concert last week and it was genuinely euphoric. and reading about how it's different when you're older is so depressing. It makes sense, too. Like going to some random small show as a twenty year old even sounds so different from going at eighteen and younger. I keep thinking of the concert I went to last week and how it is now in my Box Of Favorite Memories in my head and it's so bittersweet because it feels like I'm running out of time to have more of that experience. Like, being at the barrier and in the pit and hearing live music again and the artists being so fun was awesome but I keep thinking about how like everyone there was around my age, there were like no twenty-something year olds and if so they were still like college students. All the older people were standing in the back or by the bar like nodding along and shit. Anyways, I know I still have plenty of time, i'm only about to turn eighteen, but it just sucks that I missed two whole years of Being A Teenager that I'll never get back. I went to plenty of concerts before covid and I always wanted to be older then lol, it felt like everyone was a cool college student or something and I was a freshman in high school, and now I feel the opposite. anyways yeah fuck growing up it's stupid and i hate society and how it treats adults.

yea ok heres a very long letter 2 u

i would not view things that way though. i had extremely controlling parents and was not able to go many places in high school and then in college i didnt have consistent access to a car and my parents sort of coerced me into going to school in iowa when i didnt want to and i felt really trapped and miserable.

the whole time i was in college and high school i had this horrible anxiety about being an "adult" because it was supposedly so terrible and this was supposedly the happiest id ever be and i was so miserable. i didnt fit in anywhere in iowa and i didnt get along with my family and i just wanted to die all the time. i ate lunch in the bathroom or library for most of high school and i got bullied so bad people came to my house, the police got involved, and people got banned from my work. i had to hang out with the same people that like, stole my phone so girls could pee on my toothbrush because iowa was so small there werent really a lot of other people to hang out with that didnt know those people.

the worst part was just the anxiety that this was the best life had to offer and i was miserable. eventually i got to college and i started to dip my toe into being kind of a groupie and doing band interviews but i felt like i was getting too old at 19 or whatever and there was no point. even on trips i was so stressed i wasnt enjoying them enough or documenting them enough

i was legitimately the most suicidal i have ever been when i turned 21 and covid hit because every adult in my life had spent so much time telling me this was the best period of my life and i was so stressed and anxious all the time and then two years of it were suddenly just going to be spent in a room staring at a screen. i seriously thought about killing myself pretty much every day in summer 2020 because i was working at a grocery store, my parents were claiming me as a dependent so i didnt get any benefits but they were expecting me to work that job because it was the christian chain my mother worked at, no one would interact with me because i worked at a grocery store, i lived alone, and i was doing a horrible unpaid internship and it took me like an hour to get home from work because of the protests. when the burger thing happened basically every band i liked imploded and it felt like the literal actual end of the world.

now im almost 23 and im in a position where im able to start to possibly tour, which i never thought was possible, and have worked with around 150 bands and ive done things like cover shows in an abandoned shopping mall. and like, i was definitely one of the oldest people at that show but every 17 year old there thought i was the coolest person ever and some teeenage girl zoom called me from PAKISTAN because she was in love with the guys in that band and wanted to know how i knew them and if i was friends with them.

i was able to move to a major city and i just have so much freedom and theres a ton of opportunities and fun things about the world. i moved in with someone i met at a concert when i was 17 and we do stuff like color and make friendship bracelets and do face masks and cook.

im a waitress and do freelance so dont have some fantastic career, but now i can buy thrifted clothes and drugstore makeup and the snacks i like without my mom going through my bank statement and berating me for wasting money. i go to bed at 2am and wake up at 11am because i can build my schedule around being a night person. for the first time ever i get to eat what i want when i want and shower when i want and buy what i want at the grocery store.

i am kind of a workaholic because of how i was raised but i work full time and i can pay my bills and have time for the zine still and im starting to get cool opportunities with that. i didnt even start it until i was 19 and i didnt get serious until i was almost 22. when i was 19 i felt like there was no point because i was too old and i regret not using that time to work more seriously but i dont think i was ready for that. im really happy as an adult in a way i never was as a kid.

like i saw fall out boy dead sober when i was 15 or 16 and it was all i talked about for months. the show was really exciting but mostly all i remember is anxiety about getting pictures and getting front row and being so stressed about it being perfect. i was bedridden and crying afterwards because i was so sad it was over and i wouldnt get to go to another concert for like a year or two. but i can do whatever i want whenever i want now so i dont feel those intense negative emotions during social stuff

like i know it sounds like the magic of the world is gone, and i think theres an idealism you have as a teenager that goes away, but i really prefer how i experience the world now and it just feels completely new and bright and full of opportunities as opposed to constantly being on a time limit of "growing up."

also your music taste changes as you get older and there will be older people at shows, lol. you probably just went to a "teenybopper" concert (no offense). lots of shows are 21+ or geared towards an older audience.

also, a lot of the really hard hitters in music like pete and gerard did not get started until they were 23 or so because you need to be older and have more experience. theres lots of people who started young but imo the people who really start something are often older than 16 because of the life experience

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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um.. if you're taking writing prompts, could you please do something with angst 8 fluff 97 and drama 177 with MK and wukong? i just like the idea of wukong being a father figure to MK!

Same! I like mentor figures who just go “Wait... guess I’m a parent now.”

TW: Blood, Injury, talks of death, talks of mortality

8. “Could you just take this pain away? It hurts, so much… Help me.” 97. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” 177. “I can’t do this anymore.”

On top of his mountain, Wukong could feel a sense of dread lying in the pit of his stomach. It had been a normal day as far as he was concerned but the feeling refused to leave him. He checked around his mountain to find his monkeys completely unharmed. Weird… maybe he was being paranoid.

Whatever it was, the kid could handle it. The kid had been doing an excellent job as successor, he had all the right qualifications. He saw some of himself in the kid. At first, he tried to put some distance between him and Xiaotian, he was mortal. Mortals are fragile, at any time anything could happen, their lives can be cut short in fractions of a second, while he will live forever, no use in getting attached when the boy was destined to die sometime in the future. Yet, the more he learned about the kid, the more he trained him, he found himself caring for him and in a way, he considered the boy to be like a son to him, not that he would ever admit that out loud. It terrified him how attached he got, he wanted his so- the kid to get the best life.

He wandered around, trying to get the thought out of his mind. His phone buzzed, must be the kid, perfect, just what he needed, a distraction. “Hey, bud,” he greeted.

“Mo-monkey king.” Something about the kid’s voice made the king’s ears perk up.

“What’s up, bud?”

Xiaotian’s voice was raspy. “I- I need your help.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“I was- was facing a demon. I got injured…”

“Kid, where are your friends?”

“I- I went alone… I saw the demon and I went alone.”

Wukong felt his heart drop. “Where are you?”

“It’s not a big deal. I- I’d just thought I’d let you know.”

“Where are you? Tell me now,” he commanded, his hands were shaky.

“I’m- I’m near the woods surrounding the city.”

“I’ll be right there, kid, okay? You’re going to be alright. Don’t hang up.”

“O-okay…” Then all of a sudden the line went dead.

The monkey’s eyes widened. “KID!” He summoned his cloud and flew as quickly as he could to the surrounding woods.

Thoughts raced through his head. What happened to his son? What demon was powerful enough to defeat the great monkey kid? How bad were the boy’s injuries? Was the kid even still alive?

He raced to the scene, a demon standing over his child, manically laughing. Xiaotian was trying desperately to scoot away from the demon who crept closer and closer. Xiaotian was clutching his injured arm, his jacket was ripped and torn in places, small droplets of blood leaked out from his arm, his whole body shook. Shattered pieces of the kid’s phone were near a rock. Wukong narrowed his eyes and roared, “STAY AWAY FROM HIM!”

The massive demon swallowed as his eyes landed on the Monkey King, “The Monkey King, what are you doing here?!”

Wukong took a step forward. “What do you think? I’m here because you hurt my successor!”

The demon rolled his eyes. “Ah yes, this little pipsqueak. He’s pathetic.”

He growled, “Don’t you dare talk about my kid that way!” His fists clenched and he stepped even closer, his eyes glowed a deep red like they were said to in the legends. “You leave my child alone before I rip you to pieces.” The demon stumbled back, a yelp emitting from his lips and he ran off, his tail between his legs. The monkey roared at him and his eyes returned to their normal gold as he glanced at his kid. He rushed towards him and cradled him in his arms. “It’s okay. I got you.”

Xiaotian gasped out, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He whimpered, “Could you just take this pain away? It hurts, so much… Help me.”

The king felt his heart break, he held his son closer to his chest and shut his eyes. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” He examined the boy, he was pale and in tears, the king felt close to crying himself. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything else happen to you.” He summoned his cloud and hopped on it, Xiaotian in his arms.

The boy’s eyes began closing. “Mo-monkey king.”

“Don’t close your eyes,” he begged. “We’re going to my mountain, okay? But you have to stay awake until then. Can you do that for me?”

The boy nodded, his eyes half-lidded. “O-okay.”

Wukong gulped and held tight to the boy. He used his cloud to rush to his mountain, he ignored the startled stares of some of the monkeys. He ran to one of the rooms and placed the boy down, the monkey crowded around the kid, faces a mix of terrified and questioning. “Give him some space,” Wukong commanded and they instantly backed up. “One of you get a first aid kit or something.” The monkeys nodded and one came a second later with a medical kit. The king nodded in thanks and turned the boy, he could swear he got paler. “Don’t fall asleep just yet, okay?”

“Okay…” The king gulped and began to patch the boy up as best as he could. He got some water and told the boy to drink.

“How do you feel?”

“Be-better.”

“Okay. Okay. Get some sleep for a bit. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” The boy nodded, the king placed a blanket over him. He ran a hand through Xiaotian’s hair and felt a breath of relief when a bit of color returned to his cheeks. “I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Okay…” Xiaotian turned away and his eyes began to close, the monkey held a breath in but was relieved when he saw the boy’s chest moved steadily up and down.

He tried to give the boy a reassuring smile even though he wasn’t in his line of sight. He crept towards the doorway and stopped, his hand against it, the monkeys went ahead of their king. “Night, kid.”

“Night, dad,” he murmured.

Wukong let out a slight gasp and turned to the kid to see if he had heard the words correctly but he had fallen asleep. He swallowed. “Night, son.”

That night, around four in the morning, the king paced around, he can’t sleep, not like he needs to. The image of the boy’s injuries ran through his head, his stomach churned. He never should have gotten attached, for once, the monkey king was panicking. The kid was hurt and it was all his fault.

He heard a voice call, “Monkey King?”

He let out a gasp and turned to MK, he gulped at the bandages around him. He straightened his back to make it appear as if he wasn’t thinking about how many hits the kid had taken from the demon. “Yes?”

“What are you doing up?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. Just looking at the stars. Not like I need to sleep. What are you doing up? You should be resting.”

“Couldn’t sleep. Can I join you?”

“Sure, kid but only a few minutes. You need your rest.”

“Okay!” He walked beside the Monkey King, his eyes focused on the stars above them while Wukong’s eyes kept glazing over the kid’s bandages.

What if something like this happened again? What if the kid’s friends weren’t around again? What if next time he wasn’t lucky to reach the Monkey King? He never should have gotten attached. “I can’t do this anymore,” he proclaimed.

The kid titled his head. “Can’t do what?”

“I can’t,” he bit his lip in an attempt to hold back the tears, “I can’t keep training you.”

The kid’s mouth was agape. “What? Did I do something wrong? Is this about what the demon said? Am I pathetic?” The kid’s voice turned to a low whisper.

“NO! You are not pathetic, kid. It’s me that’s the problem.”

“Huh?”

“I… when I was looking for a successor, I wasn’t expecting to get attached. I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached then you came into my life and changed that and… and what if you get hurt again? What if I’m not strong enough to be there next time?”

“You’re the Monkey King. Of course you’re strong!”

“I’m not, kid.” For once, he felt weak. “I’m not strong enough. You’re just a mortal, you could die!”

“But I didn’t!”

He yelled, “You almost did! You could have. I wouldn’t be able to deal with myself if something happened to you.” He clenched his fists. “I’m not strong enough, kid. Don’t you get it? I never should have let you take the staff, you could have died. You’re too important to me, to so many and I’m…” He sighed and ran a hand through his fur.

“Monkey King… it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, kid.”

“It is. I’m alive because of you. You saved the day countless times! You’ve saved your master a bunch and he was safe the entire time!”

Wukong gulped. “I suppose that’s true.”

Xiaotian took a step forward. “You trained me and I’m okay! Dad, don’t you trust me?” He sucked in a breath when he realized his words, he took a step back, his shoulders hunched. “So-sorry, Monkey King. I didn’t mean to-.”

He wrapped his kid in a hug. “It’s okay. I trust you more than anything, kid. I do really.” His mouth went try and held his son tighter. “Just don’t ever go alone again like that.”

“I won’t.”

“What if you get hurt again? I can’t let you get hurt again, kid. This is tough to figure out.”

“I know but we can figure it out together.”

“Yea…. we can.” He looked at the boy. “Dad?”

He nodded with a smile on his lips. “Dad.”

“Dad,” he agreed. “I love you, kid.”

“I love you too, dad.”

Should Wukong have gotten attached? Probably not but the kid was capable of so much, they could figure it out. Xiaotian was his son and he could do anything. He smiled and ruffled the kid’s hair, yea, his son was definitely capable, he just needed time to realize that.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #sun wukong #monkie kid wukong #monkey king #qi xiaotian #MK #tw blood #tw injury #tw death #specifically talks of death #talks of mortality #it's not fun when you get attached to your successor who happens to be mortal #good job wukong #my fic

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myidlethinkings · 4 years

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So my girlfriend has been trying to have me read the Wheel of Time series since when she was just my best friend. I picked back up the second book recently but it's been a while since I read the first and she went on this massive "YOU WON'T REMEMBER EVERYTHING FROM THE FIRST BOOK, LET ME TELL YOU"

This led to her Wheel of Time in 5 Minutes ™ lecture/rant and... I had to share this with the world. Enjoy.

Obviously every spoiler for the first book. You've been warned.

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k, eye of the world in 5 mins.

begins in the two rivers, emonds field, is gonna be bel tine and everyones all excited. rand lives further afield with his father and theyre bringing in brandy for the inn. rands all omg someones watching me as theyre getting in, tams all i cant see anything, rands all mustv imagined it. they get there. they hear theres going to be a gleeman. meets up with his bestie perrin and LOVER mat I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP who are both like yeah we totes saw the figure too. they go we'll tell the mayor tomorrow.

they see the gleeman thom and theyre all omg a gleeman, omg. then the two strangers, moiraine, who is the best character ever to character in any universe fucking fight me on that and lan, who are asking questions about the area and people and moiraines like oh hi child to nynaeve the wisdom whose like im the fucking wisdom bitch who the fuck are you. she then says to the boys hey here have this coin which is totally a normal coin cuz i might have errands and shit and theyre like holy shit anything you want.

then he sees egwene and hes all like omg the love of my life will you dance with me tomorrow at bel tine and shes all yeah sure in the afternoon cuz i got shit to do in the morning and hes all like wut? and shes all GETTIN MAH HAIR BRAIDED YO and hes all like holy shit that means shes marriagable, holy shit man.

then the peddler paidan fain rocks up and gets everyone in a frenzy over war wherever and false dragons and logain or whoever else.

rand and tam go back to the farm overnight before the festivities begin. shit goes down. trollocs smash in, rands all OMG TROLLOCS ARENT REAL THO LIKE WUT and tams all, fly you fool and rand runs into the woods. but then hes all, i cant fucken leave my father so he creeps back and in the shadows he sees tam creeping around with a sword and rands like DAFUQ why does he have a sword, fighting ensues, tam gets hurt, is dying, rand manages to get him back to emonds field with a figure trailing them.

tams delirious, starts talking about rands dead mother and then starts talking about a battle and how they all poured over the dragonwall and that it was snowing but it was so hot, battle is always hot and she was a warrior even though she was pregnant and she gave birth and died and how he took the baby and rand was all WUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. im gonna ignore that shit.

gets to emonds field. everything is in ruins. trollocs wrecked the shit there too. nynaeve is all like sorry dude, your dads gonna die. hes all fuck that, gets back to the inn where the gleemans like hey that ladys an aes sedai, she could heal him but i totally wouldnt because you never know what they ask for in price and rands all i dont care because HE IS MY FATHER. MY FATHER. HEEEEE. ISSSS. MYYYY. FATHERRRRR. thoms all, holy shit dude calm down hes your father. moiraine, the best character in the universe, heals tam, then shes all like look, you three boys need to come with me and rands all, well shit she makes sense and they go but then egwenes hiding too and shes all bitch im adventuring too and rands all AHHHH and moiraines all huh the wheel weaves what the wheel wills, whatevs, and they go on, with thom whose also like this place is boring asf, im coming on.

they head out, dragkhar fly overhead, moiraine like a mofo destroys them, they get to tarren ferry, cross on the ferry, then coincidentally theres a whirlpool and the ferrys destroyed when theyre on the other side and egwenes like HOLY SHIT YOU DID THAT and moiraines all cuz im fucking awesome and nobody can follow us now so stfu and they head on.

rand interrupts a lesson with moiraine teaching egwene the true source cuz egwenes got it. rands all FUCKING WTF and thoms all dude, leave it, you cant do a thing about it. Shes gone now. Why don’t you bang mat instead. I mean the mat comment never happened but I will ship them till my dying breath. moiraines all to egwene youll die if i dont teach you, there was another back in emonds who also had it but she managed to survive/channel in her own way.

egwene starts to unbraid her hair. rand has a crying fit. egwenes all fuck off man, i do what i want. mydraal and shit attack them, they get to baerlon safely. where the gatekeepers like the children of the light are around but they cant cause much trouble cuz the city watch hate them and the whitecloaks are little bitches. they get to baerlon. mat and rand walk around. they see a few of the whitecloaks, dane bornhold a young man leading the small group. mats like lol, watch this, enters a shop, climbs up the top and hurls a rock at them, loosening barels. rand has started to feel feverish and when the barrels nearly knock them over, rand stands there and doesnt hide and rands like lol and danes like dafuq are you looking at and rands like im looking at you what are YOU looking at and hes feeling really odd and reckless and danes like are you a darkfriend and steps forward but then the city guards turn up who hates the whitecloaks and they face each other off and mat hauls rand off all are you fucking insane, you faced him off and rands recklessness leaves him and he freaks out and they flee.

throughout this time and through the book all three have dreams but i cant be bothered to get into those, theyre basically all the dark one figuring out who is who, and they wake up after rats backs were broken in the dream to be all oh hey it was just dreams though, to find rats dead all over the place and other stuff. Moiraine told them early on to go to her if they have dreams and the boys talk about it and theyre like we should probably tell her but nah, she saes sedai and like, its just dreams yo, yeah a few rats end up dead but cool, its fine, we’re fine.

oh baerlons also where he meets min who can see things around them, like with him a sword that is not a sword and three women on his funeral pyre weeping and with perrin she sees wolves and mat dice and with lan seven broken towers and a baby in a cradle with a sword and blah blah. And she says she can see he loves egwene and egwene loves him too but theyre not for each other, at least not in the way they want to be.

then he returns and nynaeve is there and she is PISSED and is all like we're going home now and moiraine manages to convince her they are in trouble and nynaeves like ..... i dont trust you, but fine. and lans all how did you find us and shes all i tracked you bitches and hes all like, huh.

rand says to her later about MY FATHER HE IS MY FATHERRRR and nynaeves all awkwardly like er yeah totally, i totally dont remember when your father returned after adventuring with an outlander wife, that totally explains your red hair, er yea sure. but that above all they loved him as much as they wouldv loved any baby.

oh a bunch of times during the book people startle at him and him being so tall with red hair and grey eyes and say he resembles an aiel. oh, theyre also ta'veren, so extra special they draw people into doing stuff with their lives, they effect the pattern. moiraine also says the two rivers used to be manetheran, a fabled kingdom. that night shit happens and they run off. they run, fight, attack, fight, as they battle mat starts yelling out things in an old language he doesnt know, that moiraine says was a manetheran war cry and the old blood still sings.

theyre going to get outrun in battle and against moiraines judgement lan takes them to an old crumbling city shadar logoth which fell to the darkness and even trollocs and mydraal dont like entering it.

oh also tam gave rand the sword which is a heron marked blade and lans all like er only blademasters have these why did your father have one and rands all HES MAHHH FATHERRRRRR and lans all yeah but how and rands all he bought it from a merchant years before and lans all yeah that sounds totally legit.

they go into shadar logoth, the boys sneak off, meet mordeth whose all like lol here take the treasure and mats like cool but rands like holy shit he doesnt have a shadow and then mordeth goes all rahhhh and the three manage to escape and they return and ramble about what happened and moiraines like DID HE GIVE YOU ANYTHING and theyre all like no and mats like er totally didnt and moiraines like we have to move and they leave but then this shadow thing that can kill them separates them and theyre all separated and perrin and egwene fall into a river together, and nynaeve finds moiraine and lan and is all like I will cut you aes sedai for what you’ve done to all of us and moiraine is all lol, and rand and mat with thom end up on a ship, the spray, with bayle domon and theyre worried he’ll throw them overboard cuz of the trollocs that chased them but domon seems to think theyre after him.

moiraines like with the coins i can track them, but two of them have lost their coins (paying for passage on domons ship). perrin and egwene roam around a lot, finally meet up with a man elyas who can communicate with wolves. aes sedai once tried to gentle him because of it but it has nothing to do with the one power so it didnt do anything. theres hints he used to be a warder, but now he hangs out in the wilderness. he says perrin has the same thing, perrin freaks out. elyas is like ill take you to the next city cuz you guys are lost. they then meet up with the tuatha'an, the tinkers, who roam around and dont harm anyone even if theyre to be harmed. perrin cant reconcile that, hes all how can you defeat evil by that, but in turn they pity him as hes such a young, sad, violent man with his axe. his eyes start turning gold like elyas' and he starts to communicate with wolves like hopper and a bunch of them though he tries to deny it.

egwene dances with aram, one of the tinkers and perrins all wow what about rand and they eventually leave, though aram is restless for a tinker.

the leader asks elyas if hes found the song which is their formalities, elyas is all no we havent. the leader then tells him of a story he heard, of an aiel who crossed the waste and died, to tell them that leafblighter means to blind the eye of the world. then she died. they leave and then they then meet afoul of the whitecloaks who are fighting whatever and bornhold - danes father – and byar catches them. through the ordeal perrin kills two of the whitecloaks while hes being all half wolf in the battle and they take them in to be questioned.

nynaeve and moiraine/lan end up finding them, releasing them, the wolves assist, nynaeve gets left behind, lans all about to get her, moiraine reminds him of his oaths, nynaeve turns back up.

meanwhile rand/mat are at whitebridge and mats starting to get sick and suspicious. he had a dagger from shadar logoth. a mydraal finds them, thom hurtles his flute and harp at them, says to go, to leave. hes saving them because he once had a nephew who could channel and the red ajah gentled him, while thom was having an affair with the queen morgase of andor when he was a court bard and by the time he got to owen it was too late and hed not survived, which he always regretted and then because he left morgase the way he did she was pissed at him too. rand and mat run for it, rand sobbing that thom is dead.

they go from village to village to village, mat getting sicker and sicker, a young woman who ends up being a darkfriend tries to kill them, they escape. rand keeps thinking he sees padan fain the peddlar from home, whose actually a darkfriend.

moiraine tells nynaeve she has the power too, nynaeve has a mini breakdown. moiraine said it would have begun with a doing something she desperately needed then a few days later collapsing really ill and the illness disappearing quickly. nynaeve once said egwene had gotten sick as a child and shed healed her not knowing how, then gotten sick. moiraine says thats also how she found them to begin with, in the city, she could sense egwene.

rand and mat go to a poor inn, they try to rob them by locking them in the back. mats getting sick and even more paranoid. rand is terrified when he realises theyre going to sell them to a darkfriend and he prowls and prowls till the room theyre in explodes, the wall crumbling. rand doesnt know how but he thinks he did it himself. mat becomes blinded from it and starts sobbing.

they escape. on the run again. as mat is blind, rand takes care of him and mat in his illness is worried that rand will abandon him which rand would never do because mat is the LOVE OF HIS LIFE, rand ends up really sick, paralleling what moiraine said what happened to nynaeve.

they end up hitching a ride to caemlyn where they expect moiraine to find them, if shes still alive. the buggy driver talks about the queen. how elayne is the daughter heir and her brother is the first prince of the sword. its been tradition forever that the daughter heirs go to tar valon to train and the princes go be taught by warders. he mentioned tigraine who was the queen before morgaise, who disappeared mysteriously nearly twenty years ago, who left behind a son galad. morgaise married the husband and became queen and while she had elayne and gawyn, galad lives with them too, now the husband is dead. oh, also logain the false dragon is being presented to the queen as prisoner before the aes sedai take him to tar valon to gentle him.

they get to caemlyn, mats REALLY sick. rand leaves him at an inn, tries to go see the false dragon being brought in. he meets loial an ogier whose nice, whose like 90 but really young for an ogier to have left his stedding without permission. rand ends up thinking he sees paidan, but doesnt have a good feeling, tries to run off, falls into a castle garden. meets elayne the daughter heir who might actually be the most annoying character to exist, her brother gawyn. theyre like omg you look like an aiel. elayne then talks about gareth bryne the guard captain dude she ships hard with her mother. galad MY MOST PURE CHARACTER WHO I LOVE FUCK ELAYNE (not a spoiler, his name is of the most pure camelot round table knight) rocks up, is all, holy you broke into the palace. elayne whose a bitch is like how DARE YOU YOURE NOT MY BROTHERRRR and galads all we are siblings and my duty is to protect you and shes all you wont do anything with this rand ill invoke protection, then galad goes and tells the guards because theres literally a false dragon being brought in and tension is on the rise in caemlyn and hes taken to see morgase.

the red ajah elaida is freaked out by him, knows hes taveren, has a bit of a prophecy but it doesnt really mean much and morgaise is all look, we cant just arrest everyone, let him go.

he then races back to the inn, moiraine and everyones there, they all hug, then hes all like oh yeah mats sick btw. moiraine goes up and mats not just sick hes now tainted. she does the best she can but is all like he needs to get to tar valon to have the bond between him and the dagger properly severed. then moiraine meets loial who randomly talks about an event concerning the eye of the world. perrins all oh yeah thats like the dead aiel girl the tinkers spoke about. that changes the plans once moiraine realises the dark ones trying to get to the eye and shes like we cant get to tar valon yet we gotta leave now. they use the ways which loail knows how to use cuz ogier and male aes sedai made them together centuries before but now the ways are tainted.

theyre like the worlds between the worlds, can get to places quicker but it has the black wind thatll kill you. blah blah blah they use the ways, nearly die, but get to fal dara/shienar, which is sort of where lan is from. nynaeve confesses her love, lans all no i cannot, i cannot offer anything. it ends up that his parents had the throne but his ... there was scheming. His uncles wife wrecked everything, she escaped with her baby into the blight, lans cousin, nobodys seen or heard of them, moiraine suspects isam might be alive but GASP keeps it from lan. the seven towers crumbled, lan has a death wish, he believes hes the only one left so must die.

lord agelmar wishes lan would rise up the banner of the golden crane because everything about the blight is crumbling, lans like no, i have a new oath now with moiraine. lord ingtar is a fight me soldier who fanboys after lan. theres a battle going on in tarwins gap they desperately need help for, but lan says he cant. lord agelmar orders ingtar to accompany them to the blight and leave them cuz moiraines like we cant have anyone else come with us.

Paidan fain by this point has rocked up to shienar and tried to wheedle his way into the good graces of lord agelmar but hes all wtf you look like a creeper and throws him in a cell. Moiraines like I need to question him at some point.

moiraine then takes them into the blight to find the green man who can take them to the eye of the world. the green man rocks up, hes made of vines and flowers, takes them to the eye. two forsaken rock up. moiraine tries to fight, is knocked out, nynaeve and lan get knocked out, the boys run. the green man is destroyed by the forsaken. rand ends up destroying the forsaken, goes into the eye, channels the male source in there, realises he can channel, has a fight with the dark one - whose still bound under the seals, but rand believes he ended the dark one and its done. comes out, the others are recovering. brings out an old banner from the eye thats the dragons banner, broken seals from the dark ones prison, and the horn of valere. moiraine is all, we need to take these to tar valon. rands all, you do that, but im done with aes sedai, im not going to tar valon. im done. the dark ones dead and im going to do my own thing. he turns to egwene who backs away from him when he said he channeled, then she bursts into tears and hugs him and says shes sorry.

they return to shienar, fal dara, where there was a miracle in tarwins gap where they believed they saw the creator and that the light took on flesh - they saw an apparition of a man they didnt know as rand fighting the battle he fought. ingtars flipping his shit because he missed the battle while accompanying them, and then not even being able to accompany them the entire way. After all of his talking about going after a week rand is still there, finishing his sword practice with Lan in Agelmar's private garden and meets up with Egwene. He tells her that he will go away. Egwene asks him to come to Tar Valon with her and Nynaeve, itll totes be fun, I mean theres the red ajah and shit wholl attack him if they know but hey itll be fun, but Rand refuses. He says he'll never channel again. When she asks him if he'll be going home, he tells her that he'll never go home.

Moiraine is underneath Agelmar's private garden. She uses her blue teardrop thing she wears on her forehead to focus her eavesdropping on Rand and Egwene. Using it to eavesdrop was the first use of the One Power she had learned as a young girl in the royal palaces of Cairhieren.

Smiling, she says, "The Prophecies will be fulfilled. The Dragon is Reborn."

the end.

#wheel of time #eye of the world #spoilers #i love her #she has a lot of feels with this series if that isn't obvious #I remembered everything with Lan and Nynaeve though because they're my favorites #rand #mat #perrin #moiraine #lan #nynaeve #thom #aes sedai #my gf is both a writer and history major and this is how she talks when it's just me

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louloubabys1992 · 3 years

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Five Favs of 2020

I was tagged by the amazingly talented @mercurial-madhouse to do this and I thank you for it as its been a while since I’ve looked at my fics or any of my work really....so here goes :D

RULES: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work.

1-Hang there like fruit, my soul/Till the tree die

Fic summary;

''You still want me?'' he asks, voice thick. ''Yes,'' Harry's answer is absolute, almost defiant. ''But my hands are empty,'' Louis shakes his head. ''I've got nothing to offer you.'' ''I don't care about that. Do you see my hands?'' Harry asks before he cups Louis' face. His touch is gentle. He's always gentle when it comes to Louis. ''When I'm not holding you, I feel empty, but like this,'' he presses closer until their faces are inches apart. He caresses the apple of Louis' cheeks and that's when Louis realizes that he's spilled tears and Harry's wiping them. He didn't even notice; too busy looking into Harry's kind, kind, kind alpha eyes. ''I feel like I'm holding the world and I don't feel empty anymore,''

Louis knows he's a defective omega. He knows its also not his fault but it is what it is. He takes the world head on even when the world is unkind to him. Not Harry though; stubborn as he is, he doesn't back down, not when it comes to Louis

Note;

Those who read this fic know that this is my first ever abo fic. I wrote this in a time when I thought the world was ending. I had been on lockdown like the rest of us with not much to do and yet all the time in the world to finally do what I’m truly passionate about, which is writing. I don’t know if anyone noticed this but the difference between this fic and my latest one was six months (aside from a 16 chapter fic which I was writing almost simultaneously with ‘’Hang there’’ so for it to get any kudos or comments at all is quite unbelievable to me and I am really proud of the journey it took me on. It was one bumpy but amazing ride.

2-As the snow flies

Fic Summary:

’'I can’t sleep without you anymore. Got used to you.’’ Harry is always like that, so transparent with his feelings, so abundant with his love. He cuddles Niall the most, always stares up at Zayn like he’s something cool and out of this world, always attentively serious with Liam and always helping Leona out in the kitchen. He’s not so different from the shy, timid boy he’d first met, still stands pigeon toed when he’s waiting for Louis and the lads to go home after school, still stands with his shoulders all hunched but then he sees Louis and suddenly he’s taller, brighter, smile and dimples on full display.

He’s so beautiful.

-Or the fic in which Louis and Harry are foster kids who get separated long before they could even understand what loving each other means. They were so young and since then, circumstances had made Louis tough, had forced him to harden up. What happens when he and Harry meet again?

Notes:

Probably the easiest fic I’ve ever written because the idea had been swirling in my head for years, I just never had the time to sit down and put pen on paper (or letters on a word document hahah). It’s not for the faint of heart, I know, but I’ve always wanted to write it and flush it out of my system and when I did finally start writing it, it wasn’t as hard as writing my other fics. Like, I knew how it would end, I knew what scenes I had to cut out, what fit, what did not fit and I have to say, even though the outcome is not the way I had imagined it at first but it is everything it was meant to be in the end :D

3-The Boy with the Tin Chest and a Glass Heart

Written for the @bottomlouisficfest

Fic summary:

Alpha Harry Styles, world-renowned author of fairy-tales, is being persuaded by the Beta, Liam Payne to hire a new illustrator. Since Harry’s own illustrations are too graphic for what is supposed to be children’s stories, Liam feels the need is dire. Omega Louis does not agree with Liam since he believes that Harry’s stories are fine just the way they are. Of course this has nothing to do with Louis being totally biased or totally head over heels for Harry. It certainly has nothing to do with being jealous of the mysterious omega illustrator Liam has in mind to team Harry up with. Seriously, it has nothing to do with that at all. Nothing, absolutely nothing, zilch, nada. Yeah...

Notes;

During my time of self isolation while the world tore itself apart, I busied myself with writing and watching k-drama series to distract from being anxious and swept by it all. It did wonders for me, occupying my time like that as I have always loved writing and this year, I found a new love for korean actors and their dramas and I have to say, their stories have such amazing plot lines. This fic is heavily inspired by one k-drama series called ‘’its okay not to be okay’’ starring Kim Soo Hyun and Seo Yea-ji (I hope I got the names spelled right). Please do watch it if you haven’t already :D

4-The Importance of being Earnest

part of the @1000feelingsfics

fic summary;

Harry cannot help but pay extra attention to Louis' order, even if it is just a warm cup of tea with a dash of milk and no sugar. He also makes sure that the Danish Louis asks for is warm and fresh from the oven and not the one in the display, even if it means delaying Louis a bit when he fetches said Danish from the kitchen. It's all worth it when Louis smiles his crinkly smile at him before he rushes off to work.

Man, he's hot, he cannot help but think.

Or Harry is a barista who's been harboring a crush on Louis for months. Little does he know that Louis actually likes him back.

Note:

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this before but this fic was included in a podcast which has never happened to me before and I am so so so happy and proud that my fic got that type of attention (or any attention at all hahahaha) so like, it is quite special to me and honestly, a lot of the fics written for the @1000feelingsfics challenge are really, truly incredible

5-Bed of Nails

fic summary;

Louis has been keeping a secret for a very long time. The boys don’t know because he doesn’t tell them, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t think they need to know or be bothered by his troubled past. When they find out, they look at Louis differently. But Harry doesn’t. No, he loves Louis and will do anything in his power for his love to find its way through the cracks.

Or the one where Louis has a troubled past that catches up to him and Harry does his best to save him from it.

Notes:

This is my longest fic ever, not just in chapter count but in time (it took me actual years to finish it, whew, what a journey). A lot of things happened while writing this fic but one event that stands out among the rest; I lost my younger brother back in 2016. He was only 23 years old. I started writing this fic in 2015 and finished it January 2020. Losing George crippled me both mentally and emotionally. I had no power, no inspiration and definitely no will to do anything but try and seem okay for the sake of my grieving parents. I bottled it all up to try and seem strong in front of them and in return, I forgot about anything else, including my passions and my hobbies. It took me a herculean effort to finish this fic and I mostly did it because writing to me, is like an itch. I can stop writing sure but every once in a while, that itch that nags at you like an incessant person knocking, begging you to just open up the door on the swirl of words blasting your brain in the middle of the night, begging you to just do something, doesn’t ever completely go away. So, I didn’t ignore it and decided to finish it, no matter how long it took. The itch to write went away after that and a sense of calm and accomplishment took over instead. I miss George till this day. Nothing will ever turn off that feeling but writing to me, in any form, whether in my journal or fics or whatever, does have the power to push me through the day.

And there goes; my 2020 fics. I want to tag a lot of people but I think most people I know here already did it but if you see this or read this, take that as your cue to do it too. We all need some self love in this world and self love is what we deserve.

Happy new year everybody :D

#fics #larry fics

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thetomorrowshow · 4 years

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Slower Than Words Ch. 6

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I have suddenly found myself with the intense need to rearrange future chapters (of which there are currently five), so some things won’t happen in the same way--but hopefully better ways, if this works out! This shouldn’t delay any chapters lol.

cw: food mentions, panic, blood mention, unethical surgery/experiments (in the recent past)

Patton had eaten five meals, and Virgil still wasn't back yet. He tried to not panic. His ears and head still ached from whatever operation he'd went through—which he had suspicions about. Were they trying to make him hear? It hadn't worked, if that was it. And if so, were they currently trying to cure Virgil's blindness?

There wasn't much to do, without Virgil there. Patton walked around the room constantly, refusing to pull their book from under the pillow without Virgil there. He made up new signs to teach Virgil when he got back, one for 'hope' and another for 'out' and a third for 'free'. He washed his shirt in the sink, froze when he went to hang it on the unused bed and saw Virgil's hoodie already there. He completely broke down when the next meal arrived, still only one serving on the tray.

After the sixth meal, Patton just stopped. He couldn't imagine life without Virgil, so he just stopped everything. The seventh meal was pushed through the flap, but Patton couldn't find the motivation to get off the bed. He'd never felt this way before—even when Father had been taken, he'd continued to go about his life. He'd been rather disconnected for some time, but he hadn't just fallen apart like this.

What did Virgil mean to him? Patton tried to tell himself to grow up. Why was he this hung up over an Outsider? But Virgil wasn't just an Outsider, wasn't he? Virgil was . . . more. More than a friend, more than anyone in the Haven, more than the so-called 'Prophets' that led them. Virgil made him feel all funny in his stomach when he smiled, made him laugh with his wry looks, made Patton feel safe when he held him. Was that . . . love?

Then the eighth meal didn't arrive when it was supposed to. Patton wasn't sure how he knew that—some sixth sense, probably. It confused him, and just as he was sitting up, the door opened.

Two men dragged a soaked, pale body into the room, and it took Patton far too long to recognize his Virgil. The man was shaking, utterly convulsing, and had it not been for the look that one of the men—'Brother' Coleman, Patton thought snidely—leveled at him, Patton would have already been on the floor, holding Virgil close. Instead, he curled back onto the bed slightly, seeing the men laugh at his submission then leave the room, slamming the door behind them.

Patton dove to the ground and took Virgil by the shoulder, intending to wrap him in a hug. He pulled back as if he'd touched a stove when Virgil violently flinched away. He couldn't hurt him, not Virgil! Still, he needed Virgil to know he was safe. Patton took his wrist as gently as possible, slowly tracing his own name onto Virgil's arm. Virgil relaxed considerably, his mouth moving in the way that Patton knew formed his own name. His screwed-shut eyes relaxed, then his head slumped, his body slowly losing all the tension it had been holding. He was still shuddering, sending droplets of water every which way, but Patton assumed he was asleep.

I'm sorry, Virgil. He wasn't strong enough to pick Virgil up, despite being the larger one of the two. Father had never let him build muscles, always signing something about 'being seen as a threat' when Patton asked why. Instead, he eased Virgil out of his sopping t-shirt and jeans and stripped the two blankets from the bed, wrapping him in them instead. For the moment, he left the sopping clothes on the floor as he brushed Virgil's wet hair out of his face. The man's hair had grown too long in the months they'd been captive, almost curling around his shoulders. Virgil's forehead was far too hot (the rest of his body clammy and cold) and Patton could have cried—was crying, because this was the only person who cared about him, the only person he cared about, and he could be dying! They'd hurt Virgil, those monsters, doing it in the name of some stupid religion!

Patton's eyes burned, but he pushed aside his roiling feelings in favor of easing a pillow under Virgil as he noticed how his head was bumping up and down as he shook. Virgil needed his help, and being upset about something he couldn't control wouldn't help him.

Patton gently took Virgil's hand, slowly caressing his knuckles. The man stayed asleep, though the line between his eyes smoothed out just the slightest bit. Another tear slipped from Patton's eye. They'd hurt him, they'd hurt him and they didn't care! Not only had they hurt Virgil, an Outsider—his blood boiled at the term—but they'd hurt Patton, a brother like them!

No, Patton had never been a brother. He was different. Maybe they'd thought if they were able to fix him he could be just like them. As a child, all he'd wanted was to be normal, be like them. Even up until recently he'd wished for it, knowing that if he could hear, they wouldn't have locked him up like this, hurting him in their attempts to make him right.

Now, though, Patton knew he never wanted to be like them. They were terrible; the way they treated Patton had nothing to do with his disability and everything to do with the type of horrible people they were. They preached love and caring, while those who didn't fit precisely into their ideal world were forced to conform or suffer—or both, in his case.

These people, these people that Patton had once considered himself one of, had tortured him—locked him up—kidnapped and tortured Virgil, gods, they were monsters!

Patton fully sobbed now, careful to not grip Virgil's hand too tight and wake him up. He had never wanted to leave this place more in his life. If they could get out, everything would be so much better. He would actually be able to take care of Virgil, to keep him safe and close. They would never touch Virgil again.

Patton knew when Virgil woke up, as the body beside him began to tremble. After around twenty minutes of Virgil being asleep and Patton rubbing his limbs with one of the blankets, the shaking had begun to die down. Patton hadn't slept at all, his blood still boiling, so he'd been awake hours later when Virgil's flushed face cooled down, the fever breaking.

Now, Patton watched with bated breath as those beautiful, clouded grey eyes flickered open—but they weren't. They were red, bloody, filled with pain. Patton forced himself to not pull back as his stomach lurched. Virgil's brow furrowed deeply, then his eyes closed again as his lips moved.

Patton gripped his wrist gently, letting him know he was there. He quickly spelled out Virgil's name, watching and sighing at the smile that flitted onto Virgil's face. Virgil's hand shakily traced a 'P' back before falling.

The food had arrived not long before, so Patton gently tugged Virgil into his lap and pressed a cup of water to his lips. Virgil obediently took a sip, chest twitching as he almost choked. A quick question of food? had Virgil nodding, so Patton scooped up a small amount of instant mashed potatoes, then another when it was gone. Virgil only managed half the serving before he had to tap out, shaking more than earlier.

Patton knew that it would help Virgil to be on the bed, but with the way his legs were twitching he didn't think it would be wise to try to help him stand. So, he did the only thing he could think of to comfort him—get his hoodie and curl up at his side.

Virgil cried when Patton wrapped the hoodie around him, tugging at Patton's heartstrings. All he wanted in life were two things:

To comfort Virgil in any way possible, and

To get revenge on the bastards that hurt him.

Virgil didn't seem to want to sleep again, so Patton left him for a moment—only a moment, but it had Virgil shaking harder—and returned with their book, opening it to page sixty-eight, where they had left off last. Only ten words in, Virgil jerked his arm away. Patton waited patiently. Virgil was likely experiencing sensory overload, which happened occasionally depending on how anxious he was. Patton didn't move, and soon Virgil tapped a short sentence into his arm.

Please hold.

Patton melted, then placed the book aside and wrapped his arms around Virgil. He squeezed the man's shoulders gently, and Virgil buried his face into his chest and wept.

I'm here, Patton did his best to telepathically communicate. I'm here and I love you and I won't hurt you.

If Virgil understood, he didn't show it. Patton settled for pulling him closer, rubbing slow circles into his back and nuzzling his nose into Virgil's hair.

I love you. I love you so much.

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