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Heartslabyul - ❖Savanaclaw❖ - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia - NRC Staff - Prologue - Family Members - Ghosts - Other Schools
the odyssey continues...
more polished than heartslabyul because i am gleefully biased and also because leona drawing count (4), jack + ruggie (2 times each now)
very freckly ruggie yes. Give That Hyena Spots Or Else
#twst#twisted wonderland#ツイステ#twst fanart#savanaclaw#ruggie bucchi#leona kingscholar#jack howl#digital art#artists on tumblr#disney fanart#disney twst#twst leona#twst ruggie#twst jack#my art#actually tried to get heights... sorta. anyway#every twst character challenge#dorm uniform
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Oh look it's another GD crossover
Ghost Drone AU - @electrozeistyking
You already saw all this art but shhh HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
This originally started out with me just wanting to draw Beanie interacting with the Intertwined Codes Kids but then I added some extra stuff lol.
If you're a reader of Intertwined Codes, this kinda sorta spoils future stuff bc only the twins have been mentioned in the Draft/Teaser fic but oh well. You have been warned.
IC!Uzi wouldn't like actually meet GD!N bc they'd kinda decide that "hey, let's not have the widowed man see an alternate version of his wife that actually got live." simply out of respect kinda?? So she would stick around at home with the kids whilst IC!N goes out to look for Beanies Dad after their kids drag her to them lmao.
So yeah she doesn't necessarily know the extent of the mans depression, the kids just mentioned there only being a dad so she just specifically asks about GD!N in this doodle
IC!N would quickly pick up on GD!N not being completely okay, even without being told any details. So he probably would end up sitting him down to talk on their way back to the IC!Doorman families place, wanting to help if he can in any way. (He runs a Daycare and tries to also be a support to any parent that needs it, so I feel he out of habit would lean into trying to do that with GD!N)
More/The kids under the Cut otherwise the post looks so long rip
I will go over each of these one by one (can'tdo close ups bc 10 image limit, I'll reblog this in a second with the close ups.)
Left are the Code-Related Nuzi kids, right are the adopted ones.
Code related kids
Zagi:
Not much to say, I'm still working out their personality - they're maybe 2-3 years older than Beanie, so they aren't too far apart in age. :)
Orita:
She's the sibling who started the trend of putting stickers on her siblings, so she DEFINITELY would do the same with Beanie.
She also probably originally was going to show her how to build a weapon, but her parents promptly stopped that lmao .
She would think it's really cool that Beanie has a custom core icon & in general is completely customized from the start! She herself was originally put into a regular worker body (just with the tail and headband being custom made by her mom), she had to build the DD forearms herself. She also has a sticker of the DD icon on her core, covering the WD icon :3
Rexim:
At this point he has enough siblings to be past the "ew a little kid" phase, so luckily Beanie gets spared that. His main camera is damaged, he only really uses his headband optics to look around, so he would kinda just look as if he's staring past her a lot. But bc of the obvious cracks in his visor I feel she would pick up on the fact he's not actually ignoring her.
Also he definitely would just play music to her, because IC!Uzi kinda always has music on whilst working in her workspace he kinda picked up some of her taste in music (Hence he's playing the same song that Uzi is shown to have been listening to in Ep7)
Raven:
First up THANK YOU Zeisty for helping me brainstorm silly stuff for them. They're a little ball of chaos now and I love them.
Anyways.
They would join Orita in bedazzling Beanie, and then they'd start talking about bird facts and also try to get Beanie to talk about her interests.
(Their height difference isnt 100% accurate bc halfway through drawing this I changed the IC timeline, making Raven about the same age as Zagi instead of them being a teen, so I kinda had to manually try and semi-fit their heights lol)
Adopted Kids
Ray:
Nothing to say. He's a baby. Tho whilst I was outlining this one I had to giggle because of how big he is in Beanies hands. She's so tiny 😭💕 /affectionate
Annika:
Oh boy. Ann.
Annika is the eldest kid & was adopted a while before Zagi was coded / whilst the parents were organizing the code copies for Zagi
She does NOT know how to talk to other kids. Never did. It made her stick out at the orphanage wing because she just avoided everyone. And it is very chaotic when Olivia and Ray first show up, because Ann's only idea of talking to other Drones is "well you got to be relatable" so she brings up the siblings dead parents bc like, her code parents are dead too. Both pairs dying to DDs. So yeah she probably would be the first, if not only one, in the whole household to just bring up GD!Uzi. She would do it like it's nothing either.
IC!Uzi would promptly get her to stop and sit her down having a conversation about "what did N and I say about trying to connect on that topic?"
Like IC!Uzi would actually feel really bad about it despite Beanie not knowing her mom. Bc she herself obviously didn't remember IC!Nori growing up but still didn't like the topic.
Olivia:
Olivia, as I said, was greeted with the topic of dead parents by Annika as well. So she probably would kinda interfere when IC!Uzi goes to sit Ann down to talk.
She would feel the need to apologize for the older girls behavior (which Ann would apologize for herself later too ofc) and would try to get Beanie to go play something together whilst IC!Uzi sorts that whole situation out.
She's also the closest to Beanies age probably, just was forced to mature bc of what happened to her parents, despite being taken in by Nuzi shortly after. She still obviously acts like a kid tho when comfortable, so I feel she would kinda ease up around Beanie and actually act more like a 4-5 year old around her.
Bonus? Bonus!
Needless to say Beanie would return home covered in stickers & hairpins (Orita & Raven have more than enough of those, they'd just let Beanie keep some)
RIP GD!N having to get her out of those stickers once they're back home
Also, for the "*humming*" variation of the picture I blame @k1k0oftheworld. Kiko was in vc with me when I was talking about how Beanie would be covered in stickers when she gets home, and saw the doodles as well.
He proposed the following scenario after seeing Rexim show Beanie IC!Uzis playlist:
Beanie humming dead batteries song & GD!N having a breakdown bc it reminds him of GD!Uzi
I do not take accountability for this, I was going to spare the poor widowed man.
(I scrapped the idea of him not knowing ab the IC!Doorman family and him getting a mini heart attack when Beanie goes "I met Mom today" in favor of him and IC!N meeting & talking - I WANTED TO SPARE HIS POOR HEART)
@k1k0oftheworld you owe him money for a therapy session now /silly
Anyways that's it, I'll put the close ups in the reblog like I said 👍
#murder drones#serial designation n#md#uzi doorman#ghost drone au#Intertwined codes#beanie doorman#Nuzi ship kids#like a lot of them#I'm tagging all of my kids in the reblog i dont have the patience rn#au crossover#gd x ic#ghost drone x intertwined codes#ElectroZeistyKing#my art
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what if husker is only still a drunk bc alastor keeps him around booze? like he tried to be sober before the hotel but failed bc where alastor put him. and so now he thinks he can never get sober and it's what keeps him from heaven
also ur really cool
also it's like very late and I'm sleep deprived so sorry if this doesn't make the most sense
We actually think sorta alike! (and thank you!)
I'm gunna pop my reply behind a readmore, cause it ended up longer than I anticipated! Sorry if it doesn't make a whole lot of sense, I too, am chronically sleep deprived! ♥
I have two theories on exactly this premise. One that is more what I imagine, mainly cause its simple, and even a bit silly, which is that, judging by what Mimzy says, it could just be that Alastor has had Husk bartend for him for a long time, and as a bit of a creature of habit, dragged him along to the hotel just because he wanted him there! That he knows the guy, knows he's good at his job, knows he's loyal despite everything, thinks he's entertaining to annoy(or that they're somewhat friends, depending on what 'word of god' you go with from the creators) and maybe even knows about that soft heart that Husk hides behind all the hissing.
The second theory is a bit darker/less charitable to Alastor, based on a few thoughts I had during my recent rewatch of the series. I started with the pilot, and noticed how dramatically Husk reacts to being offered just a generic cheap booze, and then how intensely drunk he starts off during the series proper. Like how we see in Al's initial commercial, where he actually blacks out completely. Or during some early dialogue where he's slurring he words a lot more than in later episodes? It did kind of strike me as either a 'binge drinking after not drinking for a long time' or maybe a 'get blackout drunk to not have to deal with being there' thing. Either way, being caused/facilitated by Al.
While I've seen a lot of people discredit Alastor's motivations in 'wanting to see demons reach for redemption, and then fail miserably' as just being a front to a greater purpose, I think that both can be true. I think he's got a reason he's there, but also that he just really enjoys fucking with people.
I think he added the bar as an extra temptation to any hotel residents, but then also potentially to mess specifically with Husk and put him in an environment that would be both a good influence on him, and a terrible one. Literally put him in a place where he could have a support system if he wanted it, but be surrounded by one of his worst vices the entire time. Also, since Al and Husk are supposed to know each other quite well, I could see Al dragging Husk to the hotel because he'd know how stupid Husk would find the whole thing.
Although, my theory would be less that Alastor providing booze is the reason Husk can't be redeemed, and more that Husk's self loathing is the reason he feels like he can't be redeemed. I think we'll learn about some shitty things he's done in S2, while at the height of his gambling addiction, and that he just doesn't/can't/won't come to terms with. Or something like that anyways!
Did that make any sense? I hope so. I don't usually write stuff like this.
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HELLO can you PLEASE write a fluff for Jason yoon i love your works btw 😊💋🫶
yes
𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
G/N Reader
Notes: I’ll die for Jason. He’s my roman empire. Anyway- some fem pronouns mighta slipped in there! Fluff... sorta!
Jason Yoon- the average-height drink of water that usually glues himself to someone else’s side. Anyone’s side… except for yours… it seems. Dark, brooding, intelligent; Jason could be found hovering around Jake Kim, rolling his eyes at the boss’ stubbornness and ill-timed humor. When he wasn’t with Jake then he was with Brad Lee; the two of them would walk wherever and whenever they wanted.
Jason wasn’t even an extrovert… and yet you always saw him in the company of someone else. Well, actually, maybe he was an extrovert. Either way, he seemed to keep away from you.
It was bothersome really. Jason had an attractive, captivating personality. A little brash sometimes, quiet and intuitive, but also stupid and hotheaded. He was a piece of work, honestly.
Besides that… all he seemed to do was Taekwondo. You had nothing against it initially, but after a while it became the most attractive thing on the face of the planet.
That dark, sharply-angled glass of water… that stalky hunk, that mass of eye candy, never seemed to bat an eye in your direction.
It’s not that you wanted his constant affection… but it was true that you hung around Big Deal more often than most. You were even considered friends with a majority of the highest ranking members.
You weren’t overly attracted to any of them though. I mean… they were nice… but…
You sat on the stairs outside of a flower shop. Leaning against your knees, hands cupping your face, and feeling a little drowsy. It’s been thirty minutes since you arrived today to the street. Not very long. Half of that time you’ve spent here. On the stairs. Eavesdropping.
Honestly how can you not eavesdrop? The boss is washing his junky car, and his idiot goons (affectionate) are helping him. Lots of drama is bound to ensue.
At present Lineman and Jason are bickering about… the mental capacity of the other. You sit there, listening to them banter back and forth. While you admit, it’s not easy to tire from listening to Jason’s voice, or Lineman’s for that matter, it’s getting a little excessive. Especially when you try to interject and defend Lineman (who you’re pretty close to), only to have your words snuffed out.
Not glance your direction; not even a hint of acknowledging your words. At this point you’ve given up. You just watch as the two talk back and forth.
“Don’t use the rough side of the sponge you idiot-”
“There’s no wrong side of the sponge! Look… they’re both soft-"
You sigh and refrain from smiling, watching as Lineman sheepishly realizes Jason was, once again, correct.
“Good try Lineman,” you chuckle. He turns to you with a slightly embarrassed smile. Jason, sure enough, ignores you again. He plows right on with a playful insult (at least it sounds more playful).
You furrow your brows slightly. You’re little hurt, actually. You understand, you can’t be friends with everyone. You’re probably not going to ever pluck up the courage to confess to him. Chances of ever being a couple are near zero. But still… something about him is starting to bug you.
The hose nearby has fallen limp to the floor as the boys scrubs suds onto the car. You notice it’s still on.
Jason swats Lineman’s hand away as he begins invading his side of the car to wash. He shakes his head and tries not to smile, and succeeds. Lineman gawks, “What?”
“You missed some spots over there. Look-”
“(Y/N) might stare if you bend over…” Lineman mutters.
Jason whacks him with his soppy washcloth, glaring. Like he cares. He continues washing the left door of the car, shooting Lineman tiny glares when he can.
“Hey Jason, d’ya think L-”
SQUIRT.
The entire side of the car is suddenly drenched in water. Including Jason. Lineman jumps backwards in surprise, staring down at his sopping wet arms and then back towards the car.
The water turns off and drips from the hose, which then clatters to the floor as you awkwardly retreat.
Jason (and Lineman…. And Jerry now too-) stare back at you, exasperated and confused. Number Three stars to form a bitter glare, dropping the cleaning supplies and beginning to stalk towards you.
You take a couple steps backward, “Just… stop being such a jerk.”
You’ll admit… he was actually kinda… when he was all wet…
Arms wrap around your waist and you’re hoisted off the ground, carried and forced against the car… drenched in water yourself by Lineman and Jerry as Jason holds you in place.
Your sides hurt from laughing by the time they’re finished… and all you mind can think of is that Jason’s actually being chill for once.
Lineman turns off the hose, letting the water drip off to the side and grinning at your sopping wet selves. Jerry pats your head politely while you and Jason begin ringing out your clothes.
“I’m not a jerk,” Jason says.
“…Hey-! So soaking me out of spite isn’t jerky behavior?”
Jake calls from the opposite side of the car.
“He’s just being petty!”
#Anything forJason Yoon 😩#Jason Yoon x Reader#Jason Yoon x GN reader#Jason Yoon x fem! Reader#Jason Yoon x Male! Reader#Big Deal#lookism big deal#Lookism x reader#Jake Kim#Jerry Kwon#Brad Lee#Lineman#(Y/N)#Reader Insert#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#lookism spoilers#jason yoon
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Miss Kit, if you’re still taking prompts. How about “You love me, right?” for AU where Mafia boss Anakin corrupts Obi-Wan.
hi hi hi!!! so this was a bit weird to write because the au in question is really like 1-2 posts (i know there's an original but i can only find the follow up) which means it was a lot of building!!! which was cool but also that means this is actually 2.5k rip
anyway this is an au where basically young detective obi-wan is sent undercover to infiltrate mob boss anakin's criminal organization and he's successful but he falls in love with anakin in the classic 'got too deep and can't get out' thing. at least anakin loves him and loves corrupting him. (this is dark--duh--and age reversal, so obi-wan is 23 and anakin is 39.)
sorta a reverse pbatmb but not because i think there are really fascinating differences between the stories but it is a dark mob boss story with flipped mob bosses, so it's a LITTLE reverse pbatmb lol
anyway
(2.4k)
It isn’t surprising that Anakin is waiting for him, not really. He’d probably had him tailed to the police station and back again. He might even have told his man to kill Obi-Wan should he not exit the building within fifteen minutes.
After all, letting Obi-Wan run away once was about proving a point. Twice just looks bad.
So he’s not surprised that upon stepping into the lobby of Anakin’s restaurant, his elbow is caught by one of the men. “Vader wants ya,” Ahsoka tells him. She sounds grim.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Obi-Wan replies. Maybe it’s because he feels—free. Maybe it’s because he feels confused and like he’s swallowed a ball of lead that transformed itself into a hornet’s nest upon contact with his stomach. He shrugs Ahsoka’s hand off. “I know where to go.”
Ahsoka doesn’t say anything, but she does sneer. She didn’t like him much before she found out he was a rat. She especially didn’t like him after he ran that first time, no matter that at the time he’d thought he was running for his life. She probably didn’t think his life was worth the trouble he’d caused.
They’re both lucky Vader thinks differently.
“Watch your step,” she tells him like it’s a threat, at the base of the grand staircase that leads to the second floor. Ostensibly, there’s more dining up there for anyone in want of a table at a hot, fancy, popular restaurant with countless awards. Realistically, Obi-Wan knows that the second floor of the restaurant is where Anakin conducts his business.
His other business.
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replies, pausing on the third step to look down. It’s the events of the past twenty-four hours that make his tongue loosen in a way that only Anakin has ever rewarded him for. “He says you’re jealous.”
Ahsoka’s eyes flash in the low light as she takes a step closer. She’d been about to retake her spot at the front, the guard dog of Vader’s mob. “What.”
Obi-Wan steps down until he’s only one step higher than her. It makes them almost the same height. “He says you’re jealous,” he repeats. “Ani does.”
Obi-Wan never calls Anakin Ani, not unless he’s been told to by the man in scenarios where it helps both of them with their covers: Anakin as someone to underestimate. Obi-Wan as someone to write off. It works now too for a vastly different reason. The only one allowed to call Anakin by his first name is Obi-Wan himself. Not even Ahsoka, his apprentice, can.
“I’m not,” Ahsoka snaps. She grips the bannister so hard that her knuckles turn white.
“Really?” Obi-Wan asks. “Because, well. I was an undercover cop, he caught me, he still kept me, and then I slashed his face, I ran away, and when I came back he still welcomed me with open arms. But you—he broke your finger for bungling the shipment I told Windu about. I’d be jealous too, in your place.”
Ahsoka tries to take a second step up, be on level with Obi-Wan, but he stops her with a hand raised and placed on her neck. “Now, now,” he says. “Vader wants to see me.”
Anakin’s apprentice snarls but lets him go. She always has to let him go because Anakin loves him. Anakin wants him.
“One day, someone’s going to show you your place, Ben,” Ahsoka takes a step back, a strategic retreat.
“I know my place, ma’am,” Obi-Wan says in Ben’s accent, soft and unassuming, framed and workshopped off of Vader’s own speech patterns because the linguist the police hired had thought it would breed familiarity. “Similar to yours, it’s beneath Anakin. Mine just comes with more perks.”
He loves me for one, he doesn’t say. He doesn’t particularly want to shove a crowbar into Anakin’s relationship with his apprentice. Not because he doesn’t think Anakin would forgive him for it, but because it sounds more complicated than it’s worth. Ahsoka will adjust. Anakin will make sure of it.
He doesn’t love you, an unwelcome voice murmurs in the back of his head. The memory is fresh. Mace Windu, senior detective, had said that not even an hour ago, clutching Obi-Wan’s resignation letter tightly in both hands. Parting words that had landed like a grenade in his mind, even as he tried to shake it off.
Has anyone ever? He’d shot back, eyes drawn without his express permission to stare heavily at the sheriff’s closed door. Qui-Gon had refused to see him. His own father—he makes one choice he doesn’t approve of, slips and stumbles in a situation his father sent him into, and suddenly Qui-Gon Jinn never adopted a boy.
He’d left the station soon after, but not before Detective Windu hda fired a parting shot: I’d hate to see you spend the rest of your life catering to your daddy issues.
Obi-Wan hadn’t even really thought about the words, what they meant, not until he’s walking through the open doors of the second floor to see Anakin lounging in a firm chair at the head of a table. The table is laid heavy with food: fruit, cold meats, cheeses, pasta, salads, oysters.
All of it untouched. Some of it Obi-Wan had admitted to never trying, some of it he’d told him were his favorittes.
Anakin smiles when he sees him, dropping the knife he’d been spinning around in his fingers to hold out a hand as he shifts his body, readjusts to rest his chin on his fist. “Welcome home, baby. Happy retirement.”
Obi-Wan gets halfway from the entrance of the room to Anakin before he stops. He doesn’t mean to. He’d been ready and willing and eager to climb into the older man’s lap, kiss him dirty, lick down the pink scar over his eye that Obi-Wan had given him. But—he can’t shake Mace Windu’s words. Men like Skywalker can’t love. You’ve found yourself in the eye of a hurricane, but storms move quick.
It had been his mentor’s last piece of advice for him, before his feelings and disappointment had turned his words into insults and petty blows.
Men like Skywalker can’t love.
“Baby?” Anakin sits up straight, head cocked slightly as he studies him. “Did they give you trouble? Quitting a job isn’t illegal. You gave them two weeks and everything. Well, I did. But you were there. You were quite…enthusiastic.”
Obi-Wan swallows and can feel a blush burn down his face and across his cheeks. He remembers the terms of which Anakin had called into the police department, asked to speak to Obi-Wan’s supervisor, and smugly told them that as Obi-Wan’s new employer, he was phoning to let them know that Obi-Wan was giving a two-weeks notice, but that they had talked about it, and Anakin would allow him to finish up on any current assignment he was working on.
The assignment Obi-Wan had been working on was, of course, infiltrating Anakin’s criminal organization while undercover as a lackey from out of town named Ben.
Obi-Wan had, at the time of the call, been on his knees beneath Anakin’s desk.
“Come here, Benny,” Anakin purrs. Obi-Wan has never liked that nickname, not since the very first time the mobster had called him it, and he thinks he probably knows.
He’d studied Anakin, right, before he’d gone under. He knows that Anakin still sometimes calls him Ben on purpose because Obi-Wan can never stop the flash of guilt he feels at having started a relationship with Anakin before the older man knew who he really was. He knows Anakin uses it against him. He knows Aanakin probably can’t even help it.
It still stings. Many things do, in their relationship. But Anakin kisses the hurts better every time. He’s the only person who has ever said he loved Obi-Wan and then—then actually tried to make good on the promise.
Obi-Wan’s mouth is dry, but he has to ask. “You—you love me, right?”
Anakin blinks at him and lounges back in his seat to look at him consideringly. His hand drops down onto his thigh. Like this, the man looks more Vader than Anakin, and it makes Obi-Wan shiver. No one in the precinct actually, really thought Anakin Skywalker had dual personalities, and perhaps Obi-Wan should know better than everyone else. But he doesn’t.
Sometimes Anakin looks at him and all he can see is Vader in his eyes, the way his hands are rougher on Obi-Wan’s form, the short staccato sentences and the resting frown that even Obi-Wan cannot kiss away. Vader is…territorial. There has never been a single meeting that Obi-Wan has attended where Anakin looks like Vader that he has not attended in the man’s lap. It’s not as if Anakin is lightyears better or anything, still as possessive, jealous, but sweeter too.
Obi-Wan doesn’t know what these differences mean. He isn’t sure Anakin would elaborate if asked.
And a part of Obi-Wan—a part of Obi-Wan simply does not care. Not if both—one—either—whatever—not if Anakin, whoever Anakin is at any given moment, wants him. Loves him.
“Do I love you?” Anakin repeats. It’s an embarrassing question, all things considered. It reeks of every insecurity Obi-Wan has ever harbored in his soul. And even though most of them have been teased out by the man in front of him, dissected and examined, the words still bruise to hear spoken so lowly in the air. “Come here, Obi-Wan.”
This time, Obi-Wan goes, closing the distance between them quickly. Before he can scramble into his lover’s arms, the man stands up so that their fronts brush against each other.
It feels far too close and not close enough, and Anakin must agree because his arm brushes against the backs of his thighs and pushes up in the universal sign to jump. Obi-Wan does, wrapping his arms around his neck for further balance.
Anakin catches him with ease. Obi-Wan’s only twenty-three, not yet grown into his shoulders, so he’s fairly light to carry, but it helps that Anakin is almost forty, all broad shoulders and height and muscle put on from a life of fighting.
“Why else would I have taken such an interest in you, sweet baby Ben?” Anakin croons as he lays him down on a couch meant for reclining with after-dinner drinks. Mostly the couch is where Anakin fucks him if he doesn’t want to wait to get back to his apartments. “Take you in, off the streets, a stripper who punched my best friend in the face because he was flirting with a girl?”
“She was half his age,” Obi-Wan mutters, turning his face up and away. He’s never going to apologize for it, even if it hadn’t been how he was supposed to make contact with Anakin’s mob in the first place.
Anakin hums and catches his jaw. “Hm. Point is, baby, why else would I have let you get so close to me, wearing all my pretty things, ignoring all the alarms in my head saying you knew me too well, too fast, if I didn’t love you?” His hand tightens and Obi-Wan gasps out.
He’d read the files on Anakin. He’d read every Business Insider article. He’d read everything he could get his hands on. Of course he’d known so many things about the man. That had been his only job. Get close to Anakin Skywalker.
Task succeeded.
Anakin Skywalker’s lips trail from his cheekbone down and then up again, to the edge of his temple. Obi-Wan knows what he’s going to say before he says it. “Why else would I let you into my bed, if I didn’t love you? Why would you be the only person allowed to see the twins whenever you want if I didn’t love you? Why else would I be so terribly upset to find you in this very room, in this very position with one of my men, if I didn’t love you?”
Obi-Wan tries to move, to thrash and shiver and run his hands over Anakin in return but somewhere between laying him down and now, the man has caught his wrists in one of his big hands while the other runs up and down Obi-Wan’s torso.
The man—Maul—had followed Obi-Wan one night to a meeting with Detective Secura. He’d overheard everything, had known Ben to be a rat, but he hadn’t confronted him about it for two days. He’d waited until he could get him alone, in this room. Obi-Wan had been sitting at the table, sipping water, knowing he couldn’t eat until Anakin returned from his drop-off.
Maul had threatened him. Threatened to tell the mob, threatened to tell Anakin. Obi-Wan had been confronted with the thought of losing Anakin or losing his cover and he hadn’t reacted well. He’d known exactly how long it would take Anakin to get back, so he’d stalled until the last minute before offering himself to Maul in exchange for his silence.
He’d seen the looks. He’d known he wouldn’t be turned down.
He’d also known Anakin would kill Maul if he found him on top of him. Which he had. To both.
“Why would I forgive you after, if I didn’t love you, sweet thing?” Anakin murmurs, mouth still pressed to his temple. “Why would I forgive you for trying to fuck another man into silence, for lying to me about your name, for hurting me and leaving me, if I didn’t love you?”
Obi-Wan whimpers. Anakin’s hand has migrated to his throat and he’s putting so much pressure on it. He’s hurting him. He’ll probably never hurt him as much as Obi-Wan hurt him. Maul had managed to accuse Obi-Wan as being a rat before he’d died. Anakin, fearsome and covered in blood, had turned to him with one golden eyebrow raised.
Obi-Wan had tried to flee. For some reason, that had been the moment Anakin had become enraged. He’d tackled Obi-Wan to the floor. They’d fought, Obi-Wan has a scar on his palm still, long and deep. He’d grabbed the knife Anakin had slit Maul’s throat with with his open palm flipped it to his other hand, and cut out at Anakin’s face. The move had gotten him off him, just long enough for him to run.
“If I didn’t love you, baby, why would I have gone to find you? Why would I have made it so very clear that your place was by my side? Why would I have given you the choice to come back or stay away forever? Do you think I often give rats those sorts of choices?”
Obi-Wan shakes his head. It hadn’t taken him long. Anakin, that is. He’d found him hiding in his apartment—Obi-Wan’s, not Ben’s. Obi-Wan had come home from a shift to see Anakin lounging on his sofa, reading through one of his favorite books, skin around his right eye carefully bandaged.
It hadn’t taken Obi-Wan long either, to decide. Anakin hadn’t even gotten out of the building before Obi-Wan had made his choice. He hadn’t—he hadn’t wanted to leave Anakin. The man had said he loved him. He hadn’t—he hadn’t wanted to be without his love again, he’d do whatever necessary.
“I’m not a rat,” Obi-Wan gasps, and the hand around his neck loosens as Anakin takes his hand away to look down at him in interest.
“Oh?” he asks. “What are you then?”
“Your baby,” he breathes, eyes falling to half-lids as he adjusts their bodies so that they’re as close together as possible.
“Mm,” Anakin agrees, leaning down to bite gently at the skin of Obi-Wan’s bottom lip before letting go. “Guess I’m just wondering then. I think the real question should be…does my baby love me?”
Obi-Wan lets his eyes fall completely shut as he tilts his head up in silent demand for a proper kiss.
After all, Anakin has a point. The answer should be obvious.
#asks#prompt fill#obikin#dark fic#also absolutely anakin knew from like almost the very beginning#like obi-wan gets taken to see him and he's just too 'recently trained and aware of the peopel around him'#to really be ben from his cover story#so he's fascinated but suspicous and he finds out fairly quickly#but wants to know how he can twist and bend this young and desperate to be loved and desperate to please man#he really does love him in his own way#but he also really enjoys playing mind games with him#and he will always keep the upper hand#i think the most interesting thing between pbatmb and this#is the anakin/vader split that is sort of there but not really but not NOT#and of course baby obi-wan vs baby anakin is just worlds apart#this obi-wan wuld never really take pleasure in the direct killing#but he was ready to engineer a sittuation to make anakin kill maul#idk i obviously need a tag for this i just typed 2.4k but idk what to call it rip#vaderwan#i guess#playmaker au
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I know you're a voltron lover ny friend so which fox would be which paladin and why?
okay so i got this ask like as soon as i woke up and i was like HUH bc i forgot about last night :'))
after some consideration, of the monsters:
Kevin would be Shiro, Neil would be Keith, Nicky would be Lance, Andrew would be Hunk, and Aaron would be Pidge. (none of these assignments has anything to do with shipping purposes. like i'm not saying neil and nicky would be klance? i just wanna make that clear?)
Anyhow you can think otherwise, i don't mind! But to me, these just make sense.... I will explain myself below.
long, sort of insane ramble under the cut. you have been warned.
Kevin is the slightly older mentor to Neil (the shiro to neil's keith) who is very traumatized by his time with a Bunch of Evil Shits and has gray hair and had his hand (arm) ruined by the enemy! He learns and grows and tries to make his team the best it can be. He never wants to stop until the ravens (galra) are defeated! He's scared bc he's far from home but he's brave as hell anyway! Braver than he should have to be, he's just in his 20s. PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK (and also he's separated from his bf. ik kevjean isn't canon but let me make this connection anyway bc they're canon to me)
Neil is the hotheaded asshole who actually sorta wants to be friends with people but has the social skills of a raccoon who was shoved into a trash can and shaken around for, oh, ten years or so. He looks up to Kevin, wants to be like him, but knows he could NEVER fill his shoes! And he doesn't want to! He wants to help Kevin, not be Kevin. (getting the quote wrong for sure but the 'one of us should make it and i want it to be you' kinda mindset is so keith? keith literally almost died to KEEP EVERYONE SAFE!!!! LIKE NEIL'S STUPID MARTYR ASS)
Nicky is the sweet, funny one who cares deeply about everyone and who gets the least consideration from the rest no matter how he tries? (the man willingly moved away from his family (ERIK) to take care of people who don't give a shit about him (supposedly), like lance who was taken from his family to fight to save the world? like... come on.) he's unapologetic about who he is and tries to get along with everyone, for the most part. but he has no problem biting back one someone starts smth. (ie. his beef with Seth and Allison) He is misunderstood, bc while he's outgoing and friendly he also has another side that's just straight-up Traumatized. Like... he's not all jokes. He's just hiding behind them.
Andrew is is strong and is largely a Protector. People misunderstand him because of things outside of his control, by this I mean Andrew is 'evil and crazy,' but it's because of the drugs that he's on bc he was fiercely protective of his cousin. He cares about his people and wants to protect them. (Like Hunk is rightly scared and Andrew acts apathetic, but they do care. That's the important part.) I'm not saying Andrew has a secret heart of gold and he's a Sweet Lil Cinnamon Roll or all the shit people used to say about Hunk (bc let's be honest, making the fat brown character into a uwu baby is rage inducing) but he cares. OH ALSO THEY BOTH HAVE A FEAR OF HEIGHTS!!!! (or hunk did at the beginning anyhow!)
Also this is unrelated but I think Andrew would enjoy having a bayard. It could turn into lots of different knives? sign him up : )
Aaron is green. (i was gonna leave it at that to be funny but that would be mean to aaron) So... Aaron is Andrew's everyone's annoying sibling who's actually really smart but also is a dumbass at the same time. He's got ulterior motives to be there. (Aaron plays exy to get his education, Pidge is part of voltron to find her dad and brother.) And Aaron is going into the medical field which is science related, thusly... assigned green paladin by Moi.
Anyway, it just fits. I could probably go into even more detail but I'd rather be dead than discuss this show at length bc I'm not a really voltron fan. I love the characters and the first three seasons. that's where it stops for me. the rest of the show makes me wanna die. lol i couldn't even tell you what happens after s3. i've blocked it all of that shit from my memory. :')
ahhh sorry for this novel. i just apparently had a lot of thoughts. i was gonna go and do the upperclassmen as well but... this is too long and they're not my Pookies so.
(ps: sorry this is so badly formatted. i didn't feel like making it look nice :'))
#yeah i've had a fandom blog for almost 8 years yes i hate even thinking about the show. we exist (lots of us do)#i was there in the trenches man... it was insane.#that being said. i wanna say thanks to this fandom for being a little less insane. <3 i actually have friends here and i love that : )#and guys. don't send me voltron discourse. at all. i'm way too goddamn old to care about that. okie?#answered#sunriseabram#also this is unrebloggable and i will probably delete this later bc i know Someone is gonna have a problem with it bc...#well. both these fandoms suck at accepting other people's hcs and also reading comprehension :)
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Timing: January 2nd (before the bois got together)
Location: The Jones House, Sorta
Feat: @mortemoppetere & @ohwynne & @eldritchaccident
Warnings: Alcoholism tw (ment)
Summary: When the fort gets too big....
Paranoia ebbed in his mind, making every shadow seem like an enemy. He’d already finished the bottle he’d picked up at the liquor store; he’d had to go back, anyway, because he’d forgotten the goddamn juice he’d promised to pick up for Teddy. Barry had offered him a concerned glance, but hadn’t said anything when he’d come up to the register. Emilio figured he knew better.
The walk home had been slow, with more twists and turns than was necessary. If he had a tail, he intended to shake it long before he got back to Teddy’s no matter how pissed off it made his goddamn knee. (The pain had been worse since that conversation with Barry; Emilio knew that at least some of it was in his head, but he didn’t know how to make it stop.)
So it was dark already by the time he got back to the sprawling estate Leviathan had left for Teddy. The lights on the front of the house were switched on; among the paranoia and nausea pulling at his gut was a faint feeling of warmth at the idea that they’d been left on for him. He pulled his jacket a little tighter around himself as he stepped up to the door, looking forward to burying himself in the pile of blankets he’d squirreled away for himself and forgetting, just for a little while.
Except… he opened the door, and he came face to face with… a tent? He recognized the blanket acting as the entrance; it had been one of the ones on his aforementioned pile. For a moment, he just stared at it. Unblinking, unmoving, confused. After a beat, he decided this just wasn’t something he had the capacity for at the moment. He turned back towards the door, preparing to walk right back out, but…
What the fuck was that? Fur, horns, large stature. It snorted at him, placing itself between him and the door and digging its heels into the ground as if…
Ah, shit. The thing was about to fucking charge him. Without another path to take, Emilio ducked down, crawling through the entrance to that stupid tent to make his escape.
—
The force with which Emilio came around the corridor was enough to take Teddy off their feet. The two of them slamming together and collapsing just shy of the third, Wynne. Thankfully, it was a very soft landing, as seemingly everything inside the great manor had been transformed into a quilted labyrinth. Blankets on blankets on blankets. Far as the eye could see. Twisting turns and maddenings heights that drop suddenly into chasms of cozy entrapment.
The pair inside already had been there for… hours. Felt like more. They woke up after the initial shift, heard the rumblings of a great beast lurking amongst the sheets and booked it as fast as their legs would carry. Trying in vain to find anything familiar.
Well, in one way, they did.
“Emilio!” Teddy practically shrieked with delight. Not even caring that the man was suddenly on top of them, looking down with a wild wide eyed stare. As if he’d just been running from a ghost. Had he seen the beast? Where the hell did he come from? Teddy was far too lost in the relief his face brought to actually ask. Only having enough faculties to throw their arms around him in a tight squeeze.
—
They let out a yelp as the two others collided, watching with slight horror as Teddy and Emilio became one pile together. Wynne then let out a nervous laugh which they reprimanded themself for before remembering there was no need for that. The nervosity didn’t leave, though, and they tossed a look over their shoulder.
“Hi! Hey!” They breathed those two greetings heavily, extending both hands to help the two up. “Did you — where did you come from? We can’t find the way out.” They looked over their shoulder again, tried to listen for the beast.
There was no way to tell how the blanket fort had grown from just a small living room project to this, but Wynne was very certain that they hadn’t made it this big. There was no way in the world that Teddy owned enough blankets to even do such a thing, after all, and no way that their time before their unfortunate nap had been spend on this many blankets. “We’re lost.” Their stomach sank. It would be better to be forthcoming. “And Perro is also somewhere, in here.” And also a monster. But they didn’t want to say that. Maybe Emilio already knew.
—
He collided into something decidedly more solid than the blankets and pillows that had overtaken the house, going down with a long string of curses. It was only when he landed that he realized what he’d collided with, relief flooding him at the sight of Teddy — and Wynne, still standing — in one piece. Teddy’s arms wrapped around him, and Emilio had to admit, it didn’t feel… bad, after the night he’d had. Briefly, he returned the embrace before realizing that he was on top of them. He shifted his weight, rolling off the ex-demon and looking up at the ceiling. Which was blankets. What the fuck?
“I came from the door,” he grumbled, shifting up on his elbows to motion in the direction he’d come from only to find that the passageway had closed behind him. He stared at it for a moment before bringing a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. With his other hand, he fished into the inside pocket of his jacket, retrieving his flask. He opened it, taking a long swig and trying to ground himself.
At least he could say, with utter confidence, that this wasn’t related to whoever was looking for him from Mexico.
It was only when Wynne spoke again that the detective’s eyes shot open. “What? You lost Perro?” His eyes darted between Wynne and Teddy. “How did you lose Perro?” Easily, logic told him. Perro was small. “Well, we have to find him before we leave.”
—
“We didn’t lose him, he was sleeping, we were building a fort, when we woke up he wasn’t near us.” Teddy shot back, a bit defensive, despite the big smile on their face. A dog in peril was one of the very last things the ex-demon would ever allow. Especially Perro. Beloved baroo-ing baby of the Jones house. The captain canine who captured Ted’s heart faster than any other.
“Obviously we’re gonna get Perro back. That’s why we’ve been looking for him. He’s probably fine, probably sleepin’ somewhere. I mean, except for–” Teds shot Wynne a look. “–the thing that’s been lurking around here… this place is a puppy paradise. Are you alright though?”
Nothing in this place had harmed them exactly. But that didn’t mean everything was okay. Teddy had been running for so long with Wynne that they weren’t sure how many paths they’d taken, how many turns, and how many places they’d already explored. The one saving grace, if you could call it that, was that all the blankets seemed to be unique. Some manner of navigation was possible if they could remember the patterns. Well, except Emilio said he came from the door. And there was decidedly not a door behind him. Shit.
—
“And the fort got out of hand!” They didn’t want Emilio to be mad about this or anything, really. He already had enough on his plate, Wynne figured, and they had said they’d look after his dog. But here they were. “It grew while we’re asleep. That sounds … that sounds weird but it’s true.” They pointed at a polka dotted blanket. “I’ve never seen this one before.”
But it was true, Perro was probably just curled up on one of the many blankets. It was very cozy, and they wouldn’t mind lying down if it wasn’t for the thing. That monster. They hadn’t seen much of it, but they’d heard its gruff breathing, its hooves clopping on the soft ground, the grunts and the shadow of its horns, a flash of fur. It didn’t seem nice. It seemed like it was trying to find them.
“Yes, are you alright? We should, um — stick together,” they said, almost decisively. At least Emilio had weapons, right? He always had a knife, they learned that a while ago. Wynne blinked up at him. “And yes, the thing. Did you see it, do you know what it is?” The slayer was smart when it came to these things, seemed to know things that most others didn’t. Maybe he knew a thing or two about spontaneously spawning-blanket forts. Their eyes widened as they heard hoofbeats and they started moving in the opposite direction. “Let’s talk and walk.”
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Of course, Emilio knew that neither Wynne nor Teddy would ever put Perro in any danger. He knew that any misplacement of the pup had been purely accidental, and that both of them would do just about anything to keep Perro safe. He was just… on edge tonight. ‘Eyes darting to every shadow,’ ‘perpetual shiver up his spine’ type on edge. He was never at his best when he was like this, whatever like this meant. He flashed an apologetic expression to the pair, rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand.
“Saw the thing,” he said gruffly. “Big. Ugly. Chased me in here.” The idea of Perro being by himself somewhere in the mess of it with that thing on the loose didn’t do much for the slayer’s building unease. “Pascal around? Or…” His expression soured. “Gabagool?” Maybe the three of them were together someplace, laying low. Was that the best case? Emilio genuinely had no idea anymore. Wynne and Teddy’s story – that the blankets had all cropped up on their own – seemed to track with Wicked’s Rest’s usual brand of bullshit, though. At least there was no goo involved this time.
And maybe they could keep the extra blankets after they killed this thing.
Nodding absently, he gestured for Wynne and Teddy to go ahead of him. Better for him to take up the rear if they were being chased, after all; he doubted either of the other two had half as many weapons on them as he did. “Not undead,” he said, as an afterthought. “The thing, I mean. Whatever it is. It’s not undead. So… that’s something.” He put the flask away, replacing it with a knife he twirled absently. Iron. If it was fae, this would be useful. If it weren’t… well. A knife was a knife, wasn’t it? “Maybe we… look for the basement. If we can’t find the front door. Could get out through Axis, if we have to.”
—
“Well, we’re gettin’ nowhere fast just laying here.” Teddy still hadn’t moved, still laid in the position they’d been shifted to. Almost sinking into the blankets beneath them. A siren song in its own right. If not for the gruff sounds, the strange looming presence that seemed to follow just behind wherever they went, this place would have been nice.
Much better than the odd hotel like series of endless hallways they’d been trapped in with Leila and Metzli, the first time they met the vampire and started a somewhat rocky relationship that was always put just a bit at a distance with how protective the (then) demon had been over the thrift store owner. Leila didn’t need protection, not exactly. Definitely not from Metzli. The pair seemed to be pretty inseparable as of late, even when outside forces tried pretty desperately to shake them apart.
The comparison did bring about a certain… claustrophobia though. They had known with decent certainty what article of clothing caused the issue. Here… well there wasn’t much new in the house. Nothing that hadn’t been used before, that’s for sure. Teddy liked to believe they’d have noticed a cursed blanket, but without their father’s magic flowing through their veins… maybe they were entirely blind to it. Maybe they couldn’t sense that shit at all.
With a huff, the Leviathan’s ward fought their internal shackles, pushed up from their elbows and rolled into a more or less standing pose, then reached down to collect Emilio as well. Their gaze however, turned towards Wynne. “Shit, your hearing is better than mine. You recognize the designs in that hallway?” Of any of them, Wynne was the most likely to have an eye for this kind of navigation. They were by far the most adept at sewing, quilting, knitting. All the things necessary to craft the ‘bricks’ of this cozy dungeon.
“Pas is at Nora’s, she needed baby time. I don’t know about Gabba. He usually goes out on Thursdays.”
—
They were nervously glancing around, not at all comforted by Emilio’s unease. It was probably good that the slayer was here, but it wasn’t good that he’d immediately grabbed his flask and seemed on edge. If he was on edge, then they were going to be even more on edge. Suddenly Wynne imagined Perro laying amidst blankets like one of the dead lambs at home and blinked heavily to rid themself of the image.
At least it wasn’t undead. “Okay. Okay, that’s good, right?” Why would an undead person or creature care about blankets, anyway? They weren’t sure. Ariadne liked blankets, but she couldn’t do this kind of thing. And it wasn’t like she liked blankets because she was a mare, they figured. Wynne started to move, shoulders pulled up high and tight as they looked over their shoulder every now and again.
They squinted at the designs at Teddy’s question, not entirely sure. It took a moment, but eventually, yes — “There!” They pointed at a large quilt, the one Teddy had given them along with the tiny house. They moved towards it, tugging on it, but it wouldn’t give. “It’s not coming off, though. We didn’t tie them that tight, did we? I don’t know — don’t think that we can find any stairs or anything, maybe?”
It didn’t seem like there was a way out. They tugged at the blanket once more, looked at Emilio and the vast space behind him. Wynne bit their lip. “Do you still hear it?”
—
Something akin to disappointment settled onto his tongue as Teddy got up, and Emilio chased it away with another swig from the flask. He let them pull him to his feet, knee aching in absent protest. It had been louder since his conversation with Barry at the liquor store, like it was voicing its opinion on the whole ordeal. A haunted blanket maze was either exactly the distraction he needed or the last thing that was going to help him. It was difficult to settle on which. But, in any case… if he had to be stuck in something like this, with his mind in the state it was, it was good that he was with Teddy and Wynne. It was good that he was with two of the people he trusted most. They’d drag his sorry ass out, even if he lost himself in his head. He knew that.
“Well,” he said dryly, “I’m glad we won’t have to deal with Gabagool, at least.” The demon would have certainly had shit to say; Emilio wouldn’t have put it past him to have been the one responsible for the whole ordeal to begin with. Knowing that Perro was likely alone in all this mess had his unease growing, though. The poor little dog was always a little jumpy, didn’t much like being on his own. He’d chewed Emilio’s table to shit the first time the slayer accidentally left him home alone a little too long, and there was no telling what he was doing to whatever furniture he was close to now. (Maybe he’d already chewed his way out of the blanket maze; maybe they should be looking for a Perro-sized escape hatch somewhere around here.)
He followed Wynne absently to a blanket they seemed to recognize, eyes darting around as they tugged at it. “What exactly did the two of you do here?” They hadn’t built the whole thing, but it seemed they’d built some of it. Why? Just to ensure Emilio would stop hogging all the blankets? That seemed a little extreme.
Something shuffled from the direction he’d come from. He turned his head towards it, tensing. There was a groan, a loud, scratchy voice. “TEEEEEJJJJJJ. TEEEEEEJJJJJJJ.” Emilio cursed absently under his breath, ushering both Teddy and Wynne forward.
“It’s coming,” he warned. “No time to look for direction. I think we run.” His bad leg flared with pain at the mere thought of it, but what was the alternative? Letting some monster swallow him whole would piss his knee off worse than running. “Go. ¡Vamos!”
—
“No, they were barely tied!” Teddy responded, a hushed kind of concern welling up more than it already had been. Teddy didn't like being trapped. Made the world seem to cave in, no matter how expansive the space. The corridors helped, they thought, the illusion of choice was good. But it still felt like they were in a hazy memory or a reoccurring dream. Their head turned to Emilio who was processing through his own five stages of grief, then back to Wynne while trying to muster up a smile. “Maybe since we're seeing the blankets we actually used we're close to an exit?”
Then came the sound, the call to run, but for some reason Teddy was stock still. Gaze drifting back, a confusion in their expression they couldn't quite place. Everyone else started moving and it wasn't until Emilio practically shouted that they snapped back to reality. Turning from their strange stupor and following the group, but not before scooping themself under Emilio’s arm. Not even taking a moment to ask, because running on an odd soft surface wasn't exactly the best on their joints, they could only imagine how awful it would be on his. (And not at all because of how close it made them, not at all because it gave them an excuse to slip one hand around his waist for support, not at all because they could hold onto the hand that wrapped around their shoulder. Definitely not.)
“C’mon, I see another blanket I recognize.” Two lefts, a right, quite a long straight away, then a sudden sharp left as the floor beneath them dropped, and the distant groaning of that strange distorted ‘DEEEEEEEJJ” or something, grew far enough away that Teddy could almost catch their breath. “This place is fucking–” Panting, panicked, and positively exhausted, Teddy started to waiver. “–it's fucking endless, there's no logic to it–” most magic had some kind of sense, this?? It was an expansive blanket wasteland.
And for some reason (probably because it was their idea to build the fort in the first place) Teddy felt responsible. Felt like this was somehow for them, and not the others. A deep stirring in their gut kept trying to tell them something, but the frantic running had their mind spinning too fast to catch up.
“The hell do we do???”
—
Running was something Wynne knew how to do. An instinct befit for them. While most of their life they’d opted for fawn or even freeze and they’d even opted for fight more recently, they preferred fleeing. Especially when they were with others, it seemed. To save themself was one thing, but Emilio and Teddy should get out of this mess as well. And though it wasn’t like they could run to something, there was at least something to run from.
They were in front, which felt like a horribly selfish place to be in. But Emilio had wanted to take the back and they didn’t want to argue with him about his martyr-esque ways, not right now. Not when there was something howling behind them, voice distorted and echoing. How could it echo when everything was made of cloth? What even was it? They felt their breath quicken, their stomach churn. Did it sound like the demon from back home? No — surely it didn’t. Right? Wynne looked over their shoulder at Emilio and Teddy, the latter supporting the former and wondered how they would ever get out of here.
“We keep running, there has to be a way out, there always is a way out,” they said, panting slightly. There always had to be. There had to be. They had to find Perro.
Wynne turned another corner and because there was no logic to this maze, they were suddenly staring down at the monster that had been on their tail. No longer behind them, but in front of them, looking like it was ready to charge at them. They let out a loud scream, turned around and pushed at their Teddy and Emilio. “Go, go, go!”
—
Teddy was practically clinging to him, and Emilio knew he ought to push them to move forward, but he couldn’t bring himself to separate. They’d be a lot faster without him and his bad leg slowing them down — they both would — but he knew that saying this would be met with protests. He told himself that this was why he made no move to remove their arm from his waist, why he didn’t try to pull his hand out from beneath theirs. Arguing would waste time, and they had no time to waste. Not with this creature on their tail.
Teddy seemed to have some idea of direction… or, at least, some idea of what direction should be. They were right — logic, within the confines of these blankets, was all but lost. There were more hallways than there should have been, less rooms. Teddy’s house was big, but it wasn’t endless. It shouldn’t have been possible for them to run as much as they had without coming across a bedroom or a bathroom or something. Whatever magic was happening here, maybe it had transported them. The thought made Emilio’s stomach churn. Complete loss of control was a hard thing for him to swallow. He wanted no part of it. But what say did he have? He was here. He couldn’t leave without Perro, and Perro was nowhere to be found.
He stumbled a little as Wynne came to a sudden halt in front of him, eyes widening at the sight of the beast that had been tailing them suddenly at the head of their group. Forcing himself to pull away from Teddy’s grip, he positioned himself in front of both Teddy and Wynne, motioning for them both to run as he pulled out a knife. He was prepared to turn and follow the pair when he spotted it — a little black bundle in the beast’s massive arms. Perro.
“Give me back my fucking dog,” he demanded, holding the knife forward in an obvious threat. He didn’t want to leap into an attack with Perro there; he couldn’t risk hurting the dog or having the monster drop him in order to fight.
—
The beast stood a tall seven foot something, and it was still hunched over. A thick sable fur covered most of its body. Only an exposed human-ish torso, leading up to a large bovine head. Massive nostrils flared around a septum piercing over a hungry looking maw. Its horns were huge, even the one that was cracked and splintered at the end. How it even fit through the corridors of the strange blanketed wasteland was beyond Teddy, beyond anyone currently sharing the fine mess they’d found themselves in.
It chuffed, a heavy hot breath of air as Emilio spoke, demanding the small package it carried. Only to straighten up, only to have the room expand with its unfurling. Showing off that this dimension was listening only to him. As it stretched it glared down on the group, settling its glowing golden eyes on one in particular.
Teddy lept to be at Emilio’s side, to push Wynne to the back, protective as ever despite how little they could do to a thing like that. It began to open its mouth and Teddy braced for something horrible, braced for a scream, a bellow, maybe even fire. Their hand found Emilio’s left, their muscles tightened, everything stood stock still until– Until it pulled out a tiny pair of glasses and spoke with all the sweetness of sugar.
“Teej!!!” An excited smile lit up the hallway. “Oh goodness me, you gave me a freight, you did. Thought we had some unexpected guests in the labyrinth. You’ve grown so much! Look at you!” The beast gleamed, and the ex-demon balked.
What?
“Right, so the dog IS yours then, here you go lit’le pup.” It paid very little mind to the knife Emilio had produced, and let the small dog go on the ground between them. Perro stretched lazily, yawning a little and looking back towards the creature as if to ask why he’d been let down. Then toddled over to Emilio where he sat and looked up patiently, wagging his tail as if nothing at all was wrong. “Lookit you though, proper right adult now, eh? Even got you a beau and a bean all your own! Wouldn’t your papa be proud.”
W h a t ???
Teddy was stunned, their mind had blue screened. The creature was talking to them like they’d known each other for years, and that wasn’t possible except– Wait. Shit.
“..............................Freddy?”
“Yeaah!! S’right! You remember me! A’lfredo D. Harbingerbinger, at your service. Gonna introduce me to the fam then, aye?” Fred beamed, and extended a hand out towards Emilio and Wynne. Clearly very excited to get to know them too.
—
Their heart was beating in their throat as they took in the full sight of the creature, its horns and its tall stature. Wynne wasn’t sure if they were afraid or just run through with adrenaline, with a need to see Teddy and Emilio and themself, too, safely out of this strange maze. And though they’d suggested running, Emilio had another idea as he stepped between themself and the creature. In their mind’s eye, the horns of another demon gleamed menacingly, and they shook their hands as if it would alleviate bad memories and stress.
Teddy pushed them back too and they stumbled, wanting to argue with whatever it was the others were doing. But another part of them felt themself flush with a warm feeling. They were being protected. The realization was too big to fully analyze in the moment, but it was there. Overwhelmingly so.
Still, there was no room for them to argue or to push past the two larger people to remind them that they should be running, as the monster opened its mouth. It didn’t roar. It didn’t howl crude words at them, nor did it demand they kneel or look down. It sounded distinctly human and as Wynne popped their head up between Teddy and Emilio’s shoulders, they took note of the tiny glasses on the monster’s nose.
A good monster, maybe. Like Nora.
Their cheeks flushed at the way this creature described them and Emilio, mentioning the Leviathan in the same breath. Gythraul’s horns shined menacingly in their mind. They noticed they were holding their breath.
But Teddy knew the monster, called him Freddy. Wynne’s eyes widened a little and pushed themself between Teddy and Emilio, glancing at the offered hand. They looked up at Emilio and his knife, had a feeling that he’d probably not offer his name. If they knew anything, it was to be polite, and it seemed that being polite to this monster seemed like the best thing to do. “I’m Wynne. I’m not a bean.”
—
The creature was stretching to an impossible height, the blankets moving with it, and the knife in his hand was too small, and Teddy was coming to stand beside him when they should have been running, and Emilio was so tense he thought he might snap. Teddy’s hand found his, and he was selfishly grateful for the warmth of it, even though he knew they ought to be anywhere but here. They could probably make it if they ran, could probably save themself and Wynne, could probably —
The monster reached for something, and Emilio’s grip on that too-small knife tightened. He crouched, ready to jump forward, but… it was glasses? The creature was putting on a pair of glasses. It put Perro gently on the ground, and the dog trotted over to Emilio with a curious tilt of his head. Emilio hesitated and, without taking his eyes off the beast in front of him, darted down to gather the dog in his arms. He quickly turned, pushing the bundle of wriggling fur towards Teddy in order to keep both hands free for the fight that… wasn’t coming?
The beast was speaking. The beast had a soft voice and a strange accent. The beast knew Teddy. The beast also evidently thought that Teddy and Emilio were an item, and that Wynne was their kid, and there was a tightness in Emilio’s chest that he didn’t much feel like unpacking. Teddy called him Freddy (was it normal for things to rhyme?), and Emilio trusted them enough to relax, even if only slightly. He glanced back to Wynne, still behind him and Teddy but peaking over their shoulders now. It was probably fine. Teddy wouldn’t do anything to put them in danger, so if they were referring to this beast by name, then the beast wasn’t a threat.
But he did still have questions. He glanced to Teddy, head tilting in a way that wasn’t unlike the way Perro’s had as he’d approached the group. “If nobody tells me what is going on,” he said slowly, “I am going to find something to stab.”
—
“Aw, Sorries little one, just an expression is all. These two lookin’ after you? S’all it means. Can’t be nothin’ else, don’t think. What with all that mama and papa bear energy yous two got.” Fred grinned and it shouldn’t have looked so endearing, but it did. All those teeth in such a strange configuration for a bull’s head. It should have been terrifying to see that thing smile. Maybe it would have, if not for the way the chain looping the small glasses on its nose jingled while it talked, or the way it seemed so light on its feet… hooves… whatever. “Wynne is a right lovely name though, pretty as a peach.”
Teddy was still stunned. Still processing something they thought was a dream from yesteryear. “I thought I had imagined you– Dad never– I mean I–” They stammered, Fred laughed. A hearty chortle coming from deep within his gullet. It shook everything. It shook the tiny bells on the glasses, shook the fur on his neck, shook the pink and white fuzzy polka dotted blanket that had been made into some kind of toga, everything. Teddy felt like they had a fever.
“Ah, well, while he’s too tongue tied–” Fred started.
“I actually– go by– they/them now–” Teddy replied blankly. As if that was the most important thing here. As if there weren't a billion other things they should have been explaining.
“Oh! While they’re too tongue tied to properly explain, lemme give ya the skinny.“ The lesser demon stepped closer, awkwardly closing his big hand and using it to scratch behind one of his ears. Taking it a bit in stride, though, like he wasn’t at all bothered by the lack of trust. Almost like he was used to it.
“Used to be the little tadpole’s nanny, I did. When the big guy was out n’ about, doing its business. Couldn’t always look after this little mop.” Fred laughed again, such a warm inviting thing, then palmed the top of Teddy’s head. Mussing their hair before giving Perro a little scratch under his chin. “Til they got old enough to take care of themself, or til the Leviathan saw fit to bring ‘em on the job. Guess ya still got my summonin’ blanket though, or else we wouldn’t all be ‘ere now would we.”
—
Was the creature suggesting that Emilio and Teddy were their parents? Wynne’s face grew slack, their expression unsure at the mistake. “No they’re …” They weren’t sure. “We’re just friends.” Their parents were at home, if they’d stayed, or somewhere where they didn’t want to know where they were. They corrected themself: “Family.” They were family, that much was true, that much they had realized — but they hadn’t put any other terms to it. They gave a half-hearted smile at the compliment to their name.
They were eyeing Teddy to figure out how to feel, as Emilio’s response was making them wonder if they should be more aggressive. But this large figure knew Teddy, and Teddy was someone with good judgment when it came to people (if this was a people) and so Wynne decided to trust their instincts over those of Emilio.
Besides, Perro seemed alright, didn’t he? And it turned out this Freddy had been Teddy’s nanny, which was completely ludicrous — but then Teddy’s father had been the Leviathan, had been something much larger and frightening in its true form. “Oh.” Their response left their mouth O-shaped for a bit, eyes wide as they tried to make sense of this. They looked at Teddy again. “I didn’t know you knew a Minotaur and that it was your nanny.”
Because that’s what he was, wasn’t he? Wynne didn’t know a lot about Greek mythology, but they knew about the labyrinth because that was the story that featured Ariadne. This Freddy wasn’t goatlike, but sooner bovine — and that story had contained a half-man, half-bull as well. And a labyrinth.
It still didn’t explain all the blankets, though. “Are these blankets … yours? Can you help us … out of here?”
—
In spite of the confusion-turned-anger (or anger-turned-confusion? The order felt uncertain, but Emilio was pretty sure there was both anger and confusion in the mix), Emilio couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through his chest as Wynne called them family. They kind of were, weren’t they? It wasn’t something he ever thought he’d find again after Mexico, but he found he was glad to have it now. Even if it did come with a giant maze of blankets and an impossibly large, horned beast.
He found himself continuingly looking to Teddy for guidance as said beast spoke, ready to follow their lead. Except… they weren’t giving much of a lead. They looked pretty dumbstruck, staring at the creature with a gaping mouth and none of the fear they’d expressed before. There was shock, there was confusion, there was uncertainty, but none of it seemed to carry negative connotations. Not a threat, he decided, mind allowing him to accept Teddy’s reaction as proof.
He only tensed a little when the beast — when Fred reached down to touch Teddy’s hair and pat Perro, and after a moment, he loosened his grip on the knife to the point that it was less weapon, more security blanket. He spun it between his fingers absently, watching the interaction with more curiosity than paranoia now. “Nanny?” He repeated the word. He knew what it was, though of course he’d never had one. Elena Cortez had taken a very hands on approach to parenthood. “You knew them when they were small, then?” His eyes flicked over to Teddy, brow raised slightly.
And… what was a Minotaur? Emilio glanced back at Wynne, question clear in his expression. Was that this kind of demon? Wynne certainly knew a thing or two about demonic entities, though Emilio hadn’t realized they knew the correct names (or classifications?) for them. He was a little impressed, and he offered them a curt nod to express it.
Then, he turned back to Fred. “Your maze is bad,” he added. “There is no exit. There is supposed to be one, no?” Blunt, and maybe a little rude, but… that was Emilio. It kind of always had been.
—
“Ah well, family’s the blanket you wrap yourself in, innit?” Fred softened, a proud look both at his metaphor and at the kid he used to watch over. Teddy started to stir from their stupor, blinking back to the current, abandoning ideas of being in danger to an excitement befitting a big reunion.
“Wait-wait, I’m an asshole, Freddy commere.” The ex-demon shuffled the bundle of black fur and snores over to Wynne so they could embrace the current-demon. The bigger one laughed, wrapping his hefty arms around the smaller. “If I– Fred if I knew you were still around I would’ve had you over a long fuckin’ time ago. To meet the–”
A pause. Another realization. Wynne said family and their heart swelled. A goofy little grin stirred Ted’s features as they turned to face the others. Eyes flicking between the surly detective and the kid. Of course they had felt that way. Teddy had been so protective over Wynne ever since learning about their past. Hell, maybe before that. The pair had been walking dogs together for a while, always talking about things or sharing recipes, and it was always so nice. Something about them just clicked together. Puzzle pieces that were always meant to find the right picture to become a part of.
This said nothing of the fact that Teddy did not correct Fred about Emilio though. Their mouth dried a little, knowing how big their feelings were, and how the slayer didn’t quite reflect them. But that was another story. Another clue for the man to see inside their head. Fred didn’t seem to notice much, he took the young Jones by the shoulder and grinned.
“Sorry to disappoint little one, not a real Minotaur. Can see how the confusion mightn’ just pop in though!” Another hearty chortle and it was like the cookie jar of memories was unlocked in Teddy’s mind. Before Fred had a chance to continue they knew what was coming next. A story. Fred loved stories. “Ya see, When I was but a wee lesser demon, not too much taller than yerself there luv, I got into a bit of a tiff, I did.”
“You pissed off a… spider demon?” Teddy recalled as if they'd only been told yesterday.
“Ah! Yeah! Theugh Mi’sus!” Freddy confirmed, though it sounded like he said ‘The Mrs’. The old not-minotaur had a lot of friends with strange names, Ted found themself remembering a whole lot of old stories. Bits and pieces flooding in as they stood next to the big beast. “Well, ya see, She was right to be angry. I was a young upstart makin’ my way in the demon world as it were. But I sorta used her old traps to do my business, right? Bit of a faux pas I guess but I wuddn’t that bright in them days. So she cursed me. Made me look like the human’s story of a bullheaded jerk stuck in the middle of a web. Or labyrinth I guess. But she made my prison soft like, yeah? All these comfy fuzzy blankets. From that point on, I could be summoned into this dimension through my quilt. Just gotta build a fort. Lovely lady actually, though. Don’t blame her much for the whole confusion. We play poker on Thursdays now!” Another big laugh, practically shaking the corridor.
“Thing is, I ain’t actually a minotaur, even if I was one, right? Y’see the Oh Gee was named after his father! Technically he’s just the Bull of Minos. Didn’t know all this back then, but boy do I know it now.” Fred continued, clearly ready to go on for a whole lot longer, but Teddy saw fit to cut him off.
“Right, so– Freddy knew me… up until I was like eight or nine?”
“Ayup. Auuuugh, I remember the tantrums you used ta throw wherever you didn't get yer way. Such a little spitfire, you wanna see pictur–”
“NO. We just need to get out, like Wynne said.”
“Ahh well, ‘course I can help with that, it’s my maze afterall, innit? Not supposed to be a solvable thing by outsiders.” He winked toward Emilio who'd just said something to the same effect. With that, it was like the blankets started to shift with a mind of their own. Responding to the lesser-demon’s will. Molding a door from one of the walls. Still made from the same material, but intricate, complete with a knob and a little pillow shaped knocker.
—
Wynne elbowed Emilio softly as he spoke rudely to the Minotaur called Freddy. What if the demon decided it would not be spoken to with such disrespect and suffocated them all with the thick blankets? They didn’t want to die by blanket — they didn’t want to die at all. (That seemed to be a big difference between the two of them: Wynne’s refusal to die, Emilio’s acceptance that he should die soon.
They nodded at the demon solemnly. “Yes. And you can pick the blanket to wrap yourself in,” they said, which was true. Emilio and Teddy and them shared no blood nor long-stretched past, but it was familial in this home. It was easy to think of them as that.
“Oh, that’s okay. I’m sorry that I misjudged.” They swallowed thickly as the demon went on and on to remind them that it was a demon, and Wynne remembered how even Levi hadn’t been that nice a demon at the end of it all. But Teddy seemed to trust the other, to be familiar with it and that had to be at least somewhat of a good sign. Teddy would never put Emilio or them in danger, after all, and that was something they trusted in. “But … I think you’ve made the most of it, right? I’m sorry this is a prison. Can you really never leave, or do you leave for the poker?”
They tried to relax, eyes still as wide as sauces as they continued to stare at the other. Maybe that was rude too, but they also figured it was good to keep eye contact. Like you had to do with some animals. Wynne really hoped Freddy couldn’t read their mind.
Teddy remained focused, but Wynne smiled a little. “I think … we have time to see a picture.” They gave a look to Teddy, finally averting their gaze. They looked at the small doorknob, glad that they weren’t forever stuck among the blankets, and then back up at the demon. “Thank you.”
—
Wynne elbowed him in the ribs, and Emilio swatted at them instinctively. He knew he was being… difficult, to say the least, but this wasn’t the kind of situation he really knew how to react to. He’d met demons before, of course — Levi and Teddy and Gabagool and the one at Wynne’s family’s compound, though he wasn’t sure the last one really qualified as a meeting. But this still felt like uncharted territory, and Emilio was so bad at uncharted territory. He always defaulted to angry, and angry rarely got him anyplace good.
But this demon — Fred, who had known Teddy since they were young and throwing tantrums — didn’t seem to mind the anger. He barely seemed to register it at all. And while that might normally make Emilio even angrier, he was a little more interested in the things Freddy was saying. He didn’t understand half of it — surprising no one, Emilio wasn’t familiar enough with mythology to have heard of a Minotaur, nor did he want to think about demons playing poker — but he did find some things of interest. Namely, things about the ex-demon who used to be Fred’s occasional charge. “They still throw tantrums when they don’t get their way,” he said dryly. “Very good at pouting. You probably know the look. Es lindo, pero estúpido.”
There was some relief, at least, in the revelation that Fred could get them out easily enough. The ‘fort’ (why were they calling it a fort?) wasn’t exactly a small, contained space, but Emilio felt his palms starting to sweat the way they tended to when he was trapped in one all the same. Maybe it was that feeling of being trapped that brought him back to the shed, brought him back to being six years old with a knife so big he had to use two hands just to hold it properly. He didn’t like being anywhere without a ready-made escape plan and, up until the moment Fred willed that door into existence, he hadn’t had one here.
He felt a childish desire to rush the door, to slam it open and run through it, but he held back. He gestured for Wynne to go first, ushering Teddy in behind them as he glanced back to Fred again. With a quiet hum, he nodded. “Need to see the pictures,” he agreed. “All of them.” He glanced to Teddy out of the corner of his eye, the expression on his face only describable as a shit-eating grin. “Teds never shows us anything.”
—
Before Emilio even said anything, before Wynne turned the tides on the toddler tantrum evidence and when it should be shared, Teddy was already making the infamous face. Lips drawn into a tight line, cheeks slightly puffed. A few dimples forming in their chin while their brows drew together in a concentrated consternation. However, the whole expression dissolved the moment it was brought up. He called it cute?? A more sheepish tint washed over the ex-demon’s demeanor. The same that had cropped up quite a few times recently.
Freddy didn’t seem to notice much. The old demon was taking all this in stride. A grin on his face and an eagerness to share an album's worth. “Not quite a prison anymore, luv. Won my freedom from Theugh Mi’sus. More like a house now, completely re-arrangeable. Quite comfortable too, really.” If there was one thing the strange not-minotaur seemed to be proficient in, it was rolling with the punches. Finding silver linings in piles of dirt. “Though I did lose a quarter of it to Knaughonne Eylse. Sort-of like a roomie now. Ah, well, least it keeps to itself.” A’lfredo opened the door happily. “I don’t have all the snappies on me, but believe you me, if you like I could come by with the book of ‘em. Been scrapbookin’ a lot lately. Got me all nostalgic hearin’ the stories from–Ahh! There ‘e is!”
Beyond the threshold, one leg high in the air as he stretched, cleaning himself like a cat or particularly flexible dog, Gabagool froze in place. Clearly surprised by the sudden materialization of the door in the living room. Languidly the badalisc lowered his limb and looked up at the group. Surveying each look on each person’s face before turning his attention to the other demon.
“Hey Fredo, still on for Thursday?”
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h-hey so. I saw your tweet? from such a long time ago (eh no I think it was october) that was about cora/law and something something basically law being soooo much into cora and sick of waiting in general (can I also mention here. the 1975 - fallingforyou and especially the /you said some day we might, when i’m closer to your height/ line) so uhhhhh what about. a cora lives AU when they reunite once law becomes a warlord (also don’t tell me the 100 hearts weren’t meant for cora) and cora has been somehow found and brought back to life by the marines??? but kept hidden from public information for as long as doflamingo was running loose and rampant. but after dressrosa it’s no longer important and anyway they meet again and it’s all. reserved and polite and cora is just happy to see law all grown up and how much influence and power he has etc etc meanwhile law. keeps inviting him to the most high-end/expensive restaurants. buys him the most expensive wine. gets him heart-themed jewelry. the finest silk shirts/scarves. some rare types of tobacco. basically like a reverse sugar daddy thing except it’s law who absolutely spoils cora except cora doesn’t really have any idea what to do with it? bc law just says it’s bc cora took care of him all these years ago and now law wants to reciprocate. except he’s. way too invested in this/there’s something else in his eyes when he looks at cora, instead of just gratitude. IDK IM JUST. they’re such a weird ship to me bc i can’t stomach it at all in any other form than Cora lives AU and they meet as adults + the age diff/dynamic remains kinds the same (master/protegee? sorta) + law is just so fucking into him it’s unreal. bc hes spent so much time thinking about Cora? growing up? much longer than he had actually known him. so he kind of became something mystical in his mind, so when he finally meets him in flesh again? law can’t really deal with whatever he’s feeling toward him except it’s a whole fucking lot. again idk even what I wanted to say through this it’s just back to that tweet - yes I also think it’s a shame there isn’t more coralaw where law is the one leading the relationship/courting cora (or. domming him. like you said) and generally being lowkey obsessed about him. thanks lmfao and bye
HJGSFGSDjgdfshj first off this ask made my day... is there anything like the internet to bring together two fans of a very niche and specific dynamic ANYWAY
GOSH I do love the idea of Law spoiling Cora, especially bc like, from what we saw Cora went from a life of luxury in his youth, to one of struggle and then eventually medium-ish comfort, and was happy to throw it all away again for Law when they went on the run. So it's like, now Law can give that all back to Cora easily and I'd even sort of read it a bit as Law subconsciously trying to show how he's not just some little kid anymore so let him sleep with you Corazon, look, you think a guy who gives you this many silk shirts doesn't know how to show you a good time
Cora getting a little overwhelmed when the gifts and meals start being sprinkled with signs of courting... like, a brush of a hand or Law bringing them somewhere secluded on a walk and carefully getting into Cora's space. Asking Cora to be his +1 to big fancy dinners and escorting him around with a hand on his back ahahaHA
Cora can't deny that Law is just like, a dream guy, but he's gonna need a little extra push to let go of that sense of propriety saying that "they really shouldn't do this"
I tried responding to some other parts of the ask but it got really long and sort of turned into me just rambling about lawcora, so... i separated it all from here 😂
GOSH the 100 hearts being for Cora... another hopelessly romantic tribute from Law, the most Extra Adult-ass Emo walking around. It's exactly like you said, that's one of my favorite things about Law around Cora--the depth of his emotion... we know Law had this deep capacity for hatred when they first met—he was just this well of resentment and anger, even as a kid. But after seeing just how far Cora would go for him, that intensity got completely redirected into love (or "low-key obsession" haha—the naming his pirate crew after Cora and modeling his coat and tattoos after him). It's especially wild considering how "reserved" Law is around others, I guess? Like, he wants everyone around him to Stop Being So Ridiculous, but I feel like with Cora he would just want more and more, to draw out bigger and bigger reactions from him and encourage Cora to screw convention and run off with him. bc in his head they're all that really matter...? he's an all-or-nothing kind of guy!! I guess
And yeeeeah on Cora's side, it's definitely a difficult ship to pin down. I'm kind of like you, really picky about how I'd want it to play out... Part of me doesn't want Cora to be completely oblivious, and I don't love when people strip out how much of a badass/tough/discerning guy he is (though I do love the klutzy, naive-ish side of him). I don't know......... I think I like how I laid it out in the tweet, where Law has always sort of harbored feelings for Cora in the form of puppy love that transformed into an all-consuming fixation. Then it's just a matter of Cora finding out about it, denying those feelings (but the reason changes from "I couldn't see Law that way!!" to "he couldn't really feel that way about me/he could find someone more 'his equal' (in age? status? what excuses are you making Cora??)" over time. And at that point, when Law knows Cora wants him just as bad but is holding back from it, he just snaps. 😂
If they really did have just one long separation, and then a sudden reunion, I like the idea of Law re-learning who Cora really is... Like, he has faded memories of Cora's bravery and goofiness and weird little habits, but he wasn't prepared to meet him again and only end up liking him MORE. He learns about what Cora went through as a kid/in Doffy's shadow, and seeing how he still stayed so kind and brave just makes Law wilder than ever about him lmao!!
#lawcora#coralaw#meta#hahahahahahahaha#look if i see a ship that's not just intensely devoted to each other but WEIRD about it#i'll probably like it#like... the fact that in canon their plan was to just say 'screw everyone else you're all that matters' and run off together#THAT was their happy ending#i love it#also i didn't get into it here but I like thinking about the specific things they grow to like about each other#Law liking Cora's deeeeep capacity to empathize with others but also his grit and competence#Cora liking Law's enduring kindness—where he knew law was so angry as a kid specifically because law must have Cared so much#and just being generally enamored with how that goodness stays in place#even when Law matures/is smarter or stronger than the people around him#which is interestingly the exact opposite of Doffy haha#GOSH this turned into a manifesto OOPS#i will stop now
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His kid brought home a friend. While saying hi kid goes. "Oh, I know you. You once kidnapped my dad :D." and they said it with such innocence.
Riddler BTAS, ZY,Arkham
A/N: Well, this will be fun…I tried to mix it up so BTAS has a son, ZY is gn and Arkham has a daughter…don’t ask why that’s just sorta where the dice landed rip. Also I broke canon and gave Aaron Cash from the Arkham games a daughter too, even if it’s canon he has one son, so there’s that tidbit too lmao
Riddlers Reacting to Being Recognized by a Victim’s Kid
Batman The Animated Series Riddler:
Edward knew Gotham City was a close-knit city, but he thought the odds of his child running into a child of a fellow victim to his riddle games…were slim. Extremely slim.
He never imagined the day would come when his years at Competitron would come back to haunt him. Even though he’d sought his revenge on Mockridge, knowing that he left the man a trembling anxious mess even if he did get away.
Yet, he never knew Mockridge had a child…or that he’d meet his son.
“Hey, Dad! I’m home and I brought a friend home from school!” Eddie’s son, Junior (I have no doubt in my mind if Ed had a son he would name it after him, prove me wrong) called out as he arrived home fresh off the school bus.
He tugged along another little boy with him, about the same height but with dark black hair and a familiar pair of light brown eyes.
Edward was on the couch, before he got up to meet the boys at the door. He got down on one knee to be the same height as them. He ruffled the top of his son’s red mop of hair and then turned to Gunnar.
“Nice to meet you, Gunnar. I’m Edward.” He held out his hand.
Ed expected the returned handshake but not the response.
“Oh, yeah. I know you. My dad fired you and you kidnapped him for it, until Batman saved him.” Gunnar stated plainly like he was answering how the weather was like that day.
Edward’s heart dropped from his chest cavity and sunk to the bottom of his gut. This was the last thing he was expecting.
“Er, um…well t-that…was a awhile ago..” Edward awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Although, call him curious. “Um…h-how is your father nowadays?”
Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:
First off, props to the birth giver of the child cause like wow. Second, how did you manage to tell him? And have him actually stick around? Like be a part of this kid’s life and not convince you to just terminate it or chuck your kid into an orphanage? Let’s be honest, I don’t think Zero Year Riddler exactly wants kids? Sure he’ll like the idea of creating a mini-him to perhaps continue his legacy but also can barely take care of himself let alone a child? He can’t bring himself to give a shit about anyone but himself??
Sorry, sorry, overthinking got the better of me…ANYWAY
“Hey, Dad! This is my friend, Charlie from school! We’re working on a project for science class.”
Ed grumbled. He remembered such assignments, why must group work be so strongly pushed even this day in age. Probably something about socializing and collaborating.
Edward was doing the newspaper crossword in his recliner in the corner. It faced the door and he was able to glance up at the two kids and gave a small wave.
“Hey Mr. Nyg-oh wait I know you!”
Well, that’s terrifying.
That statement made him jump a little from his chair.
“Uhh..” He got up and walked over to the two children in his home. “Y-You do?”
“Yeah…you held my dad hostage when you took over Wayne Tower…” Charlie stated in such a matter-of-fact tone.
Edward’s eyes started shifting from left to right…shit he didn’t kill him did he? He can’t remember all those corporate nobodies looked the same to him.
“Uhh…yeah, uhh small world Gotham is…h-how is he?” Edward bit his lower lip.
Ed’s kid groaned. “Ughh..Dad!”
“He’s all right. I mean Joker threated to bomb the tower last week, my dad was able to get paid time off for that. And he’s still seeing his therapist.”
Edward shrugged. “Well, sounds like all’s well that end’s well…”
Ed’s child’s response was just more groaning and face palming. That’ll teach them to bring a friend home from school again.
Arkhamverse Riddler:
Edward was clinking, clanking, and clunking away on another project in his garage. He had the doors open, so he wasn’t working on anything…outright conspicuous that would cause alarm. Plus, his pride and joy was coming home from school.
“Hi, Daddy!” A small little girl, with bright green eyes, started running up the driveway.
Edward lifted the goggles up from his eyes, with a soft smile he waved at the girl. He put down his tools and got up from his seat.
The little girl ran up to Ed and clung to his leg. Edward laughed and picked her up and held her in his arms.
“Hey! Wait for me!” Shouted another little girl.
“Oh, Daddy! That’s my friend, Molly! Mom said she could come over so we can play.”
Ed had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Figures they would make plans without telling him (they did fully did tell him, he just wasn’t listening at the time…like every other time when he was in his mind palace)
Edward was about to greet the child until she said something to make his blood run cold.
“Hey! Ain’t you the Riddler? You put my dad in one of your traps! If he didn’t stop moving his head would’ve exploded!” Molly exclaimed.
Edward chuckled nervously, “uhh…sweetie…what’s your friend’s last name?” He whispered in his daughter’s ear.
“Cash…why?”
Shit.
“I, uh, um…well…”
“It’s okay, Molly!” Ed’s daughter hopped out of her dad’s arms. “He doesn’t do that kinda stuff anymore,” she turned her head to him over her shoulder. “Right, Daddy?”
Ed started nodding vigorously. “Y-Yes, she’s right…” well, to an extent anyway.
“Hmm…okay!” Molly perked up and the two girls ran inside to play.
Edward took the biggest sigh of relief. He wiped away the fresh droplets of sweat more from his nerves than any heat. He was going to have to look more into his daughter’s school, classmates, faculty, family, and everything.
That was way too humiliating to repeat again.
#ri writes#the riddlers#edward nygma#edward nigma#arkhamverse riddler#arkhamverse edward nigma#btas riddler#btas edward nygma#zero year riddler#capullo riddler#headcanons#fanfiction
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fluff prompt list number 16!
cat's grace.
astarion supposes, pawing at the twine around his neck in a vague affectation of a collar, that he should have seen something like this coming.
"az."
"yes, dear."
"why are you a cat again?"
his tail swishes over dead leaves. at least this campsite is drier than the one near last light, astarion muses distantly, avoiding lux's gaze. even on solid ground, the air was always wet, waves splashing up to shore.
the tiefling crouches down closer to his height. gentle fingers smooth the fur atop his head, and he can't help but tilt into it. "i'm not mad at you, i'm just worried i need to go stab someone i already killed."
astarion flicks his tail again, avoiding eye contact the same way it usually does. "this is more gale's fault than mine, really. he's the one who said there was some other magic attached to the hag's boon, something beyond the enhanced dexterity." he growls when lux raises an eyebrow. "like any reasonable person, i wanted to figure it out. it's something to do in these cursed lands that isn't trying to wrestle with the necromantic tome again.
"besides, having unknown magic hanging about my person can't be good. it's only right to puzzle out what it does!"
his ears lay back as he glares up at a very bemused lux.
maybe he should have endured the mystery.
"you know gale's out with wyll and karlach, right? he's not gonna be back til, like, this evening… or whatever counts for an evening around here," it grumbles, its own tail flicking. "no real way to fuckin' tell. anyways, uh, whatever." lux tugs at the twine. "you want i should try gettin' this off?"
astarion takes stock of the situation. last time, the transformation left him panicked, struggling hard against the cat's reflexes. now he feels… fine, actually. it's annoying to be changed against his will, but there's not a cage pressed against his mind. only…
he narrows his eyes, and lux leans back. there's something attached to him. not physically but stuck on the edge of himself, cold and sharp, dark and familiar. astarion leans towards it-
and stumbles on his hands and knees, barely caught by lux's flailing. thankfully his clothes survived the trip, or he'd be even more flustered. as is, he coughs as he pushes himself upright, straightening the collar of his shirt. the half-burnt twine is once again hooked through his belt loops, hanging innocently from his hip.
he expects to be mocked and is taken off guard by lux's grin and the hand clasping his shoulder. "whoa, great job! you figured it out yourself! some sorta, uh, uh- shapeshifting magic, transmutation? enchantment? those are weird to work out, i'm not a wizard, whatever, anyways, that was cool!"
"i- yes, it rather was, wasn't it?" astarion has no idea how he did that, but he's not going to turn down free praise. lux's hand is warm, squeezing once- and then it blushes and pulls out of his personal space.
cute.
lux's grin softens to a smile, and it gestures at the twine. "can you do it again? you could sneak through so many gaps like that, and there's enough cats when we get to the gate no one'll think it's weird to see another- oh!" it breaks into a snicker, hands flapping then pawing at its mouth. "we could, we could, 'oh, please let me in real quick, my cat got past your gate!'" it simpers to an unseen guard, or noble, or shopkeep. "and then boom, we have a reason to be places, easy!"
"well, i have to say it's more interesting than simply charming the doorman…" astarion chuckles at its bright-eyed excitement. "let me try."
lux straightens up and forces itself quiet, though it can't stop the wagging of its tail. it truly doesn't take much to entertain the warlock.
astarion closes his eyes and rests a hand on the twine. first, he tries to sense the cold feeling again, but it isn't there; instead, there's a soft, lazy warmth under his fingers. in his mind, he grabs ahold of the feeling, pulling it closer until his bones rattle with it, and then he has to brace himself on his forepaws to keep from losing his balance.
he knows for sure he's done it correctly when lux coos at him. astarion purrs his pride, opening his eyes to take in its admiration. it extends a hand that he happily nuzzles into, urging it to scritch his jaw with expert fingers.
he hardly notices that he's following its retreat until his paws rest on its knee, neck stretch after its too-far-away hand. "what are you doing, get back here!" astarion protests, and lux has the audacity to laugh as it returns to its duty. each pet has the perfect amount of weight behind it, tousling up his fur and then smoothing it back down. now that it knows about his scars, it's gentle with his back even in this form, only touching the runes to figure out where the edges are.
the focused attention draws him closer, and astarion consoles himself with the fact that no one's in range to see him slink into lux's lap. it's warm and purring to match him, looking very much feline itself with perked ears and half-shut eyes. when he reaches up and paws at its chest, demanding more room silently, it obeys, laying back on the cool ground to let him sprawl across its torso.
"sweet, lovely… good good good…" lux's voice is mumbled, barely audible. he's not entirely sure if it knows it's talking, but coupled with the petting, he's not going to protest the absent compliments. astarion rolls on his side to tuck his head under its chin, freeing up space for it to pet along his ribs.
"how are you so comfortable?" he mutters, and takes a private joy in feeling its laugh bounce his body in place. "i've seduced people in beds less pleasant."
"i was put on toril to pet cats and kiss guys, and all the guys are unavailable."
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The more and more you talk about Miguel and Robby and Xolo Mariduena and Tanner Buchanan, the more I realize that yeah….. Xolo does sorta suck and Miguel is somewhat of a problematic main character as well lol. Anyways… what other projects will Tanner be in?
I just saw this in my box because for some reason, it only showed up once I had log out and than back into my account.
So, I apologize for not answering it sooner, but I it wasn't showing up.
I'm definitely not a fan of Xolo, because the way he treated Tanner on his birthday was just just mean and than he had the audacity to laugh about the whole thing later on his podcast as if it was funny.
I don't care if Xolo didn't think Tanner was the height he claimed to be or not. You don't continually mock someone about it to the point that they get so uncomfterable that they literally leave the room to get away from you and than laugh about it later.
I mean Tanner was so uncomfterable that he literally left the room and went to stay in his own room with Lizze at the hotel where they were all crashing, because he doesn't like conflict and decided to spend the rest of his birthday away from everyone else, rather than be that uncomfterable.
That's just messed up! And than Xolo did a whole podcast about it later and laughed about it as if the whole situation was funny. Even worse, during the podcast Xolo mentioned that Jacob and Mary saw Tanner was getting upset (and tried to tell him to stop), but he just kept bothering him.
I can't stand bullies like that.
As far as Miguel as a character, he was somewhat nicer in season 5 and I could actually see them getting along in the future.
However, I will never agree with the way he treated Robby in the past (especially since Miguel never got called out for targeting Robby for literally no reason).
Robby had never done anything to make him believe he was going to pursue a relationship with Sam. Once Robby learned she had a boyfriend, he backed off and then remained only friends until Sam herself made the first move after the break up (and even then he was hesitant to begin a relationship with her).
That is not the behavior of someone who steals your girlfriend. Which is why it annoyed me in season 5 when Hawk tried to start shit about Robby talking to Sam at the dojo. Like they're friends? Why do all the other boys have such extreme jealousy issues? Sam can't talk to other guys? It's beyond ridiculous.
So I don't like season 1-4 version of Miguel at all.
But I might be able to tolerate the season 5 version as long as he gets his head out of his ass and doesn't start shit for no reason that puts Robby in the crossfire.
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Redneck Raditz: The Locals
There are so many OCs in this it's just a whole entire goddamn Situation, but you literally cannot write about somebody moving into a Southern town without there being a fuckin' town. Anyway, here are some of the most well-developed peeps:
Debra (Miss Debra) is the diner waitress. Yes, there are other waitresses at the diner. But she is THE diner waitress. Nothing fazes her, and she is very sweet, but you better bring your manners. She doesn't really get mad, but you will feel ashamed of yourself in the worst way if you disappoint Miss Debra with your behavior. She's got that classic Southern hospitality that's actually genuine, and she will not steer you wrong on a menu recommendation. She's from the same manufactory that spun out Dolly Parton, but she's not as glamorous on the outside. She and Miss Dolly would get along great, though, and Dolly would recognize a kindred soul.
"The Guys" consist of Wayne, Kevin, Ryan, and Derrick. They're the crew Raditz hangs out with when he's not working at the hardware store or haunting the diner. They smoke weed and play Playstation and do other hanging-out type shit, and they're still friends with Raditz even though his ass be cheatin' at Tekken.
Wayne is a real chunky guy who doesn't wear enough sunscreen even though he really should, and gets that "sun-bleached blonde, sunburnt edges" look in the 71% of the year that's pretty damn warm. Favors flannel shirts (lighter fabric, unbuttoned, ripped-off sleeves over a white tee or a tank in the warmer months) trucker hats with truck-related stuff on 'em. He's got the thickest accent, or at least the most animated one (there's a difference). Tends to talk at a spirited canter. He's frequently the first moral compass of the group, and tries to get Kevin to act like he's got some goddamn sense. Wayne will get vocal about when someone "ought not to've done that," if they're acting like a real asshole, even if he's not physically enforcing it.
Kevin is a Cory, of Cory and Trevor, of Trailer Park Boys, type of guy. 😂 Basically the same edition of dude, but not a physical copy. He's a little low-key on his energy, but extremely goofy, and often off-target on shit. He lives in sweatpants and jerseys and mildly obnoxious tee shirts and hoodies. Not a full-time hat wearer, but will put on an Adidas logo snapback every now and again.
Ryan is a mechanic. He's not terribly tall, and pretty wiry, but he has a presence. His hands are always a little grungy-looking, and his nails are always kinda black under the edges. His eyes are a little deep-set, and light green, and his hair and his sorta-whatever mustache situation are that kind of easily-overlooked light brown that like...wild rabbits have in their coats. He hangs out in his shop shirts and jeans and boots and that baseball cap that's kinda ???-colored because he's worn it at the shop for so many years. Ryan doesn't say much. But when he does, it's to the point. Ryan is a sage.
Derrick is "Derrick With the Truck." Not that nobody else has a truck; there are a LOT of trucks around. Derrick has a Truck, one of those pickup trucks with the fat ass and the extra tires and a big enough truckbed that all of The Guys, and Raditz, and maybe a couple other people, can get down to someplace to have a good time, and they can guaranteed lay Raditz's drunk ass in the back and still have room to drive everybody home after. Derrick is a Black guy with some height and some heft on him. He wears jeans a lot, but he goes for a little nicer shirts than the other guys. Short-sleeved button-downs in the warmer months; V-neck sweater with a white tee or a casual button-down under it in the cooler months. Derrick also doesn't say much, but he's got a sense of humor. He's a practical guy, and he likes to be helpful, but he's got good boundaries.
There are some other folks who fill out the roster in this thing, but I don't have as much about them yet. :)
#fanfic wip#headcanon#redneck raditz#dragon ball z#oc stuff#raditz#background info#the locals#or some of them anyway#this place is full of characters#miss debra#the diner waitress#she's magical#the guys#gotta have some guys#wayne#kevin#ryan#derrick#they're a good bunch#raditz does cheat at playstation though#you know he does
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WIP update as I might post snippets of some of these and it will be handy to remember what they are..
I am slowly.. very slowly coming to terms with the fact that TDP is probably going in a different direction with certain aspects of lore and world building than I originally thought and that certain burning questions I have may never actually be answered and hey, that’s fine.. I get there’s theme and minute details about historic events might not be that important to the story being told.. ngl I do miss the flashbacks though, I guess Viren’s dream almost counts..
Plus side it leaves a vast amount of writing ideas wide open and lets me indulge in all my weirdest Viren ships so.. yay?
But also meh… historical world building..
Anyway current WIP projects which are all in various levels of unlikely to ever see the light of day:
Gothic AU which I had planned to be a kinda intense wuthering heights style Kpp’Ar/Viren romance while they sorta accidently unleash Aaravos on the world, but it has now turned more into a tale of academic/magical snobbery in a universe where dark magic is largely obsolete and everyone vies for the last scraps of power to curry favour with the king.. thanks season 5.. Viren is a poor wannabe student who can’t afford the fees to study even the theory of magic.. Kpp’Ar is a very rare practising but shouldn’t be practising dark mage… and because of how show Kpp’Ar turned out there is now more power play in the inappropriate age gap relationship, but damn, I still ship them pretty hard so I guess those student/master vibes have to go somewhere..
It swings kinda close to my dark King Atticus IS CANNON KING ATTICUS backstory… which I badly want to squeeze in around the snippets of what we have despite him seeming like such an utterly chill geezer… but whatever… I want total bastard Atticus who will use and abuse his access to dark mages and magic in order to further the political aims of Katolis… who will plot and scheme with Kpp’Ar to create an intricate web of deceit that no one can penetrate, who will take the deep insecurities of everyone he knows and hone them to his advantage, who will pimp out his own son to Viren to tighten their co-dependence and generally fuck them up…
and then I kinda also want his dying spirit to inhabit Viren dybbuk style, so Atticus can be constantly sniping into Viren’s subconscious whenever he tries to bone Harrow… because that’s amusing to me… anyway that’s basically just a long list of stuff I want but obviously won’t get…
Then ahem there’s my Viren/Corvus shipping, that probably shouldn’t be mentioned, is almost certainly completely inappropriate for this fandom, (as if any of the above wasn’t..) I’m keeping quiet on this one as it’s what I currently spend the most time actually writing and might actually get finished.. oh well.. RIP me.
Plus I still have cyber punk AU on the back burner because whenever I start really thinking about it and theorising on how Xadia and the human kingdoms would look with a hard cyber border in the year 1988 and Aaravos secretly pulling all the strings towards his own dubious machinations I come out with something pushing the word count of Dune and I cry.. because really I just want a little bit of Viren and Ibis smut action and this is the only way my brain can think of achieving it..
So the main issue for me here is that all these ideas clock in way over the 10k word mark that I like to limit myself to in the interests of getting something finished.. multi-chapter is not my friend, nor is intensive world/lore building, nor is development of OC’s, or deviously intricate plot.. so why all my ideas now involve quite a lot of those things I don’t know.. it probably means I won’t complete any of them..
Still I do also have a few 5-10k Virrow angst ideas that I might be able to get on with..
#none of this being helped by a personal crisis regarding writing in past or present tense..#oh well..#au#mostly gonna be au cos cannon is hard for me!
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So as I mentioned earlier I watched House of the Dead 2 which is a reskin of Aliens but with zombies and no budget. A tale as old as time. Well I had enough free time to watch another movie and after looking shortly I found one. I chose Navy Seals vs Zombies. The reason I picked it was two fold, the cover poster thing on Amazon Prime had Ed Quinn on it, Ed Quinn played the protagonist in HotD2, and when I read the summary I realized that it was ALSO A FUCKING ALIENS CLONE WITH ZOMBIES!! So I essentially watched the same movie twice in row, but like with a kinda Yin and Yang sorta thing going on.
House of the Dead 2 (2006) is unapologetically schlocky, and it flagrantly rips off the narrative structure of Aliens. Basically 2 agents who work for some kinda secret anti-zombie task force are paired up with some meat head soldiers to go and investigate an outbreak at university. The soldiers are all cocky and bantering with each other until two of them get taken out like 5 seconds into the mission. Much like in Aliens, The rest of the soldiers get picked off, they almost escape but realize they need to go back, someone betrays the group, big explosion, the heroes escapes. The two agents I mentioned earlier kinda fill the role Ripley had in Aliens, but instead of one character it’s two people (one being the aforementioned Ed Quinn) and they this kinda lame sexual tension thing going on. The movie is pretty meh. Given how catastrophically awful HotD1 is, this one is shockingly mediocre.
Navy Seals vs Zombies (2015) is somehow far more interesting than HotD2, and not for good reasons. This one is still an Aliens rip off like I predicted, but to a lesser degree. I’ve done zero research, but if I had to guess, I would guess that this movie was partially funded by the US Military, which isn’t some crazy conspiracy thing, it is well known and documented that the Military will cooperate with movie producers as long as you go ahead and make your movie into propaganda, the Transformers movies are one of the most flagrant examples of this. Well anyways, Aliens was not a very pro military movie, the soldiers are bumbling stereotypes who are being manipulated by evil corporations into assisting with unethical human experiments. This movie tries to be like “what if Aliens but the Military is good and competent” which causes some interesting narrative things to arise. There is no outsider protagonist, well there sorta is, but she is a pointless side character, instead 2 actual main characters are like Soldier Guy played by Ed Quinn, and New Guy who just joined the squad and has a pregnant wife and he repeatedly mentions how hot and pregnant she is. There mission is to rescue the Vice President, they do but his helicopter blows up because one of his interns or something was bit, so they get a new mission from HQ, go to the hospital and rescue a lab worker who is working on a vaccine. It’s mentioned that the zombies are caused by a bio weapon, one that America was working on a cure for it, because they “heard rumors” about it, but it super definitely was NOT America that caused the outbreak. It was someone else. Idk. The Navy Seals guys never display any negative character traits and the ones who die all die heroically and you never see any of them turn into zombies. So your probably like well how do they handle the traitor concept? Well they don’t. The closest thing they have to it is that New Guy gets separated from the crew early on, and gets bit half way through the movie, and I’m like oh dang that’s kinda ballsy considering he’s the closest thing we have to a character with some depth (he’s afraid of heights or something and he’s got a family), and when he shows back up there is like a second of disagreement as to whether to continue the mission or rescue him, doesn’t matter, they do both, and then at the end when they are getting to the escape chopper and they find out New Guy was bit, Soldier Man is like you have to come with us no man left behind and New Guy is like Noooo leave me I’ve been bit. Well eventually New Guy gets on the chopper and we cut to like a debriefing where some lady reveals that New Guy never turned into a zombie! He was immune, all the soldiers were! Turns out the vaccines they got when joining the military made them immune, cut to him going back home and telling his wife she is the sexiest pregnant woman on earth in a moment that is meant to be sweet. Wow a terrorist bio weapon that doesn’t effect the military is a pretty big design flaw when you think about it, also how was America actively attempting to synthesize a vaccine for a theoretical virus?
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For the The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme asks Kai 1, 6, 7, 14, & 20
What does their bedroom look like?
Kai's bedroom is very minimalistic he's got a dresser and clothes, a desk, a nightstand and a bed. At least that's what it looks like to and outside.
Kai's desk is literally stuffed with drawings and other things from his family that he hoards, he also has a bunch of boxes under his bed with more stuff from everyone/birthday presents.
top of his dresser has literally so much crap he didnt want lloyd and jay to reach falling off it that the little scavengers get the stuff anyways.
6. Eating habits and samples daily menu
Kai literally puts hot sauce on everything, eggs? Hotsauce. Skittles? Oh yeah that definitly needs hot sauce
Daily menu sorta depends on whos cooking but ingrediants are usually bought either on sale or in bulk to save money since theres so many people
So things like eggs, peanut butter, noodles and rice
Ergo things that are made a lot are: eggs of all kinds, curry, fried rice, PB pancakes, noodles with PB sauce, pb sandwiches and thibsg like that
7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time:
When Kai actually does decide to waste time he either plays video games or tries learning different dances, his favorite is breakdancing!
however its pretty rare for Kai to waste time on himself, usually only if none of his other siblings are doing anything because he got so used to doing everything for Nya and him that its hard to just, not need to do somethng productive or helpful.
14. Physical abnormaties?
I think aside from the scar above his eye he also has several burns on his hands and arms from both his power and the forge, has chronic pain in his hands, back and some other places.
Also has lots of cut scars everywhere from ninja work and also has phantom pains from some of the worse ones.
Definitely on the short side due to malnourishmente.
permanant eyebags.
I think that aside from Lloyd, Kai has the most stretchmarks, going from slightly starving half to getting more then enough food at the monestary, Kai always did his best to spare Nya from going hungry so she was still sorta malnourished but not as bad.
Once they both got a more steady diets they shot up to full quite a bit and then kai stayed at that height and nya grew a little bit afterwards.
20. Childhood illnesses?
Again kai was pretty malnurished and because of that he got sick a lot in winter, mostly colds and maybe the flu once or twice, one time he got pneumonia though and it was pretty bad, of course nya and kai didnt know that it was pneumonia just that kai almost died
that was the reason nya learned how to work the force actually as before kai didn't want her touching it but with him being really out of it and them needing money and such... Well yeah.
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i just saw a post that reminded me of this strange girl i used to work with.
so there was this guy that i made friends with long before i even met her. i didn't even know that they knew each other (it's possible to not know anyone and still work together daily where i worked). anyway, she saw me with him and was normal at first but i had ducked down at my station to sort through my bag so i guess she thought i ran to the restroom? and she says to him "you better not be cheating on me" and he's like "h-how am i cheating on you?"
so i'm hiding under my station like o_o did i just overhear something i wasn't supposed to? did i get dude in trouble just by walking with him. poor guy. so, not wanting dude to get in trouble with his girl i decide to fall back, out of respect (though we were only ever friends but i'm thinking if he's with someone THAT jealous that us walking to our stations together is a threat, i wanna stay out of it.) at break time dude comes up to me like usual so we could go on break and i'm like mf, you gonna get your ass in trouble! but i dont actually say anything, i'm just sorta trying to talk to her and hope that keeps the heat off me. she decides she wants to go outside for her break to smoke, he comes with me.
turns out, he doesn't really know the girl. they worked together like twice and then she started being weird toward him. and i was thinking, phew, boy i thought i was getting you in trouble somehow. so i go back to being normal and i think it's all cool and dandy. one day, he gets stationed elsewhere but she and i are together and she's grilling me about where he is because we're closer apparently. so i was like oh when i messaged him earlier, he said he got stationed at suchandsuch. if eyes were daggers she'd've stabbed my ass. she was like 'you have his number???' and i'm thinking, dude ok. what's her deal? but i just explained it was discord and blah blah blah.
she tells me that she has this huuuuuuge crush on him. and i'm thinking about what he said about them barely knowing each other then she's grilling me about what i know about him and i'm keeping it vague out of respect for his privacy. i've known this girl for 3 days i think- definitely less than a week at that point. anyway, she asks if i was into him. i was in a serious relationship at the time and in no way looking at anyone else so i'm like ??. next thing you know she starts telling me about how she knows how to make chloroforms and how she's good at tying ropes and if she ever had to she'd probably be good at hiding a body.
this wasn't at all in context. this was completely unprovoked. i was just like ?????. i'm working in a factory where they hire literally anyone. so while she could've just been saying some shit to sound cool, that didn't sound cool to me at all. i was lowkey kinda concerned even though it sounded like edgy bs because why would you say that?? lol.
anyway, about a month later she knowingly came to work with covid and gave it to me but tried to make it seem like she got it from me because i was the one that got teSted. but she was the one that came to work with a fever and no sense of smell at the height of covid on a day that i was perfectly healthy😊
idk why but that post i saw about chloroform that reminded me of her. maybe she watched/listened to/read a lot of true crime and wanted to share or maybe she was vaguely threatening me because she thought i wanted "her man" whose face i'd literally never even seen before because we were all wearing masks lolol
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