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kingbonercar · 2 years

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Bring Me a Dream- Morpheus X Reader

A/N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope it’s not absolute drivel. Also I didn’t proofread it so… hey! Idk what’s gonna happen! Also it’s very long bc I just WENT FOR IT! I hope you all enjoy!

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of death

Major fluff alert! Slow burn for a oneshot!

Paring: Morpheus x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: y/n is Alex Burgess’s adult Grandchild coming to visit, but they uncover the “family secret” in the basement, and they vow to release the man trapped for so many centuries.

Nature was outstretching its urgent arms and beckoning me to frolic within its verdant forests and fields. The greenery was speckled with buds of a multitude of pastel colors. I lost myself in this world of sweet-smelling daffodils and buttery rays of sunshine-

“Hey! Uh, you’re here!” The gruff cockney voice of my cab driver jolted me out of my trancelike slumber.

“Oh! Yes! Thank you!” I swallowed, shakily thumbing through my wallet to retrieve my credit card to reimburse the driver.

With a tight-lipped smile, I lugged my suitcase from the trunk with an ungraceful thud, and slammed the banana-yellow lid of it a tad too aggressively. I was still halfway prancing in the dream world like a daft idiot.

As I ambled down the cobblestone walkway of my grandfathers’ estate, I thought to myself, what a lovely dream. I lingered on this moment, as I had been pervasively afraid of the “sleepy sickness” which had affected my mother before her death just three years ago. It seemed as if no one dreamed anymore. I rapped on the door eagerly, for it had been years since I had seen my grandfathers, I had been but a mere child. The heavy door swung open to reveal the grinning face of Alex Burgess, my favorite relative.

“Oh how you’ve grown!” He cooed, beckoning me inside.

“I have a room for you upstairs, but drop your bags anywhere, we need to catch up!”

The man struggled to arise from his wheelchair, but after a few grunts, he stood tall, smiling with open arms.

“Grandpa!” I scolded, “you didn’t need to stand up!”

I embraced him, giggling through my chides.

“Ah but I did! You know that’s my favorite trick to play on people? I’ll be in my chair, looking as if I’m on Death's door, then BAM! I’ll stand up, and not only that, but I’ll rant about how some miracle has cured me! Gets ‘em every time!” Alex sung, clearly proud of his pranking achievements.

“I missed this. God, ever since mom passed away it’s like I was farther away from you. She was like an extension of you, despite being adopted, she really did reflect everything about you.” I sighed. “But I’m happy I’m here now.” I patted him on the shoulder, prompting my grandfather to settle down into his wheelchair.

“Now let me show you to your room.” He uttered.

“I believe it is time for you to learn our family secret. Venture to the basement if you wish to know. But be warned, you must keep this firmly under wraps. We cannot risk knowledge of this being getting out.

Yours,

Grandpa Alex”

A note on yellowed parchment read. I had discovered the letter on my bedside table, waiting to be discovered. I looked upon it with a perplexed demeanor.

“Well, if this is some elaborate plot to kidnap me, it’s better than paying rent in my New York apartment.” I thought.

I descended a myriad of stairs, enough to make my calves groan.

I reached a sinister looking gate barring a larger room from access. Two guards stood beside it, unyielding. I brandished my letter with a shrug.

“Uh, I was told to come down here.” I squeaked.

The individuals nodded at one another, then punched in an unseen code to a pin pad which triggered the barred doors to swing open. I cautiously stepped in. The room was a sweeping expanse of grey, dimly lit walls. If only that were the only thing within. In the center of the area, a giant glass ball was perched in the center of some strange gold circle drawn onto the concrete below. Within the sphere was a man. This person’s skin was as white as an early winter snow, and his hair was obsidian black, so black that it could devour worlds in its endless void of color. The imprisoned man was also lacking clad, he crossed his legs to preserve a shred of dignity for himself, even in this state. I was taken aback at this sight. Why would my family be harboring a human being in their basement, along with keeping this poor soul in the confines of a glass globe, with no clothing or even a blanket? A swarm of emotions floated around my head as I approached the person. I stopped my stride as I reached a safe distance from the metallic circle on the floor, thinking it to be some sort of protective spell, although I couldn’t place it. For even I, someone who dabbles in witchcraft, it was foreign to me. The pale man lifted his chin slowly to meet my gaze with his icy eyes. They narrowed, his face awash with untrusting hatred.

I stepped away, a stirring in my soul told me to avert my prying eyes. I tore my gaze from the floor to look at him again, budding tears clouding my vision.

“God, I can’t believe they did this to you.” I whispered, bringing a hand up to touch the glass empathetically.

His gaze was unfaltering.

“Um, what is your name?” I inquired gently.

His lips remained sealed.

“I-I’m going to have a word with my grandfather about this.” I stated, turning on my heel.

“So just because he hasn’t promised not to harm you, you haven’t let him out? That’s IT?” I cried after Alex had enlightened me on the story of why the man was in the basement.

“Well, yes! Can’t you understand?” He hollered hopelessly.

“Are you sure he can even hear you in that thing?”

“Of course I’m sure! He’s a stubborn bastard!”

“If I weren’t your house guest I would break that fucking glass on my own.”

“But you are my house guest, and he’s a dangerous entity, Y/N.” My grandfather's hands met his head.

“Well at least you could show him some decency. He is the lord of dreams for fucks sake.” I spat as I turned towards the basement door. “And just so it’s clear, the reason your daughter died was because of you keeping him imprisoned. Without that, we wouldn’t have any of the sleepy-sickness bullshit. So just know that.” Words dripped like venom off of my mouth.

The man looked astounded, tears began to form in his eyes as despair clouded his face. He sunk into his wheelchair and wept.

I had been attempting to get the Lord of Dreams to converse for five hours, and I was constantly unsuccessful.

The being had shifted his position so he was laying, his eyes peeking out from behind his forearm. I sat down on the cold concrete, defeated.

“I know your name now, Alex told me. But I guess I am a sucker for proper introductions.” I sighed. I fished a minuscule sketch book and a graphite pencil out of my jacket pocket and began to craft a picture of The Sandman, in all of his foreboding glory. I found his strange muscle patterns endlessly fascinating. My pencil scratched paper for an undetermined amount of time, resulting in a gorgeous piece of Dream himself. I slowly pressed the page to the glass, he gazed upon it with curiosity. He lifted his hand to meet the wall of his entrapment, almost as if to reach for the drawing. His lips parted for mere seconds, just before he slumped into the deflated position that he has been roosting in for hours. I retreated as slumber beckoned me with balmy promises. I scooted to rest against the unyielding wall, eager to submit to the realm of sleep, not caring what consequences were in store for me. My eyelids felt as if they had contracted weights, and my vision blurred as my eyes closed, immediately introducing me to a world so vibrant that it had to be the one of dreams. I stood in the field, the same one in which I had visited in my nap in the taxi. I spun, my unclad feet meshing with the fertile soil below them. I allowed a laugh to escape my lips as I tumbled onto the soft ground. I gazed at the fluffy dandelions perched atop hairy stalks, and the razor-sharp blades of grass concealing the miniature insects within. Although my wonderment was tampered by two combat-boot-adorned feet trampling on the greenery. My eyes shot up accusatorily to view none other than The Lord of Dreams. I regained my bearings and shot to my feet, standing a few inches shorter than he. The being was now wearing clothes, pervasively black ones at that.

“Hi.” I uttered breathlessly.

His presence was strong, overwhelming. I suppose it’s not surprising when one is met with a God.

“Hello. You never told me your name.” He spoke, his voice was rich like oceans of time and caves dripping with jewels. He held universes on his tongue when he crafted his words so calmly.

“My-my name? Oh, well, I’m Y/N. It’s more than a pleasure to finally meet you properly.” I extended my hand, feeling awkward and shaky.

“Y/N,” he let the syllables roll off his silver tongue. “I like that name. I’m Morphius, but you probably were told my name was Dream. Which I suppose is true to some extent.” He obliged to my offer of a handshake. His fingers were freezing, his touch was fleeting.

“Morpheus, that’s a beautiful name. What would you rather I call you?” Speaking his name ignited a flame in my soul.

“You may call me whatever you like, Y/N.” He stated, a small smile gracing his lips.

“Ah, yes. Thank you, Lord Morpheus.” I bowed shallowly, not sure what to do at that particular moment.

“No need for such formalities. I am only here to speak to you.” Morpheus tutted.

“I’m sorry. What are you wanting to speak about?” I swiftly corrected my position.

“I wanted to tell you that I haven’t beheld such bewitching beauty in a thousand years. I have been confined so wretchedly, alone, for so long. And you are the only hope I have ever seen.” The wiry man grew closer to me as he gently took my hand and planted a tender kiss to the top of it.

I was on the verge of fainting, despite being in a dream.

“I see I have made you uncomfortable. Many apologies, dear Y/N. I shall go now.” He turned with sad eyes away from me.

“Morpheus, wait!” I tapped his shoulder urgently.

He turned to meet my gaze. Those eyes held a million words. “Wait. I have never encountered a being who harbors such complex emotion, such confusing luster. But why would The Lord of the Dreamworld want a mere mortal like me?”

“Do not diminish yourself to such titles. You have touched me, Y/N, with your compassion and kindness. I used to think that every human was like Roderick Burgess, but I was wrong. You are different.” His white hands snaked up my forearms and ascended to my shoulders.

“Kiss me. Please.” I knew what I was asking of the Dream Lord and I didn’t care. Lust pervaded me completely. He bored into my eyes as he leaned in, our noses brushing, his arm coiling around my waist, and my fingers playing with his spiky hair. Our lips were almost brushing….

“DON’T FALL ASLEEP IN HIS PRESENCE!” My grandfather awoke me by shaking my shoulders urgently.

“Gah! What?” I spluttered, dazed.

“God it’s all my fault! He’s probably gotten to you now! I forgot to tell you- it’s all my FAULT!” He wailed.

I turned my attention to Morpheus in his cell. He watched, he raised an eyebrow mischievously.

“You know what? Maybe he has gotten to me. And I don’t care if it was all a ploy to get me to release him- but you can’t keep someone caged like this! It’s not right!” I screamed as I leapt towards the circle, scratching out a chunk of it with my heel.

The atmosphere in the dim basement room shifted. The air grew colder and malicious. All I remember is the force of my back hitting the wall. Then, it was silent.

My ears rang nonstop, tears leaked from my eyes uncontrollably. I opened my moistened lids to see a ceiling foreign to any that were in the house. I sat up, confused and disoriented.

“Everything is safe now. Calm yourself.” A sultry and familiar voice droned.

My view came to meet Dream, sitting on a bed adjacent to mine. I noted that we were in what appeared to be a hotel room.

“What… what happened?” I inquired groggily.

“Don’t worry about that. What matters is that we are both out of harm's way.”

“Okay.” I said plainly, not satisfied with his answer. “Um, in the dream, was that… real? Or was that just a plot so I could help you escape?” I bit my lip.

“I suppose it was both.” He arose and made his way over to me. He took my hands and knelt in between my legs. “Everything I said was true.” He uttered. His tone was enough to make me melt. “Ah nervous, are we?”

“Wherever would you get that idea?” I chuckled.

He slowly ascended from his kneeling position to stand in between my legs. His movements were leisurely and deliberate. He tilted my chin up with his thin finger.

“Now, let’s finish where we left off, yes?” He breathed, connecting his lips with mine.

He tasted like starlight and fresh mint. He felt like adoration incarnate, and he was mine; I was his.

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yukachaan · 1 year

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Found family anime recommendation list

I've been thinking about making this rec list for a while because found family is my absolute favorite trope, so this is really self indulging haha 🤭

these are just some of my personal favorites, but if you guys have more recommendations please add them!

(This list contains spoilers!)

1. Dororo- absolutely heartbreaking and beautiful. the two main characters, Dororo and Hyakkimaru, develop such a special and precious bond throughout the story, and what makes it even more interesting is that at the beginning, Hyakkimaru is not able to see, hear, or really communicate with Dororo, and he gets those abilities slowly throughout the story (through killing demons haha yes it's that kind of story), so it makes the development of their relationship really unique. Both of them don't have their actual families for different reasons, but I absolutely LOVE the familial relationship they develop!

2. spy x amily - everyone's new favorite family lol. I don't think I need to elaborate, I love the little family they've built. it's so cute how all three of them have their own selfish reasons to want to keep this family unit, but at the same time care so deeply (and obliviously) for each other, I love it! there's not a single character I dislike, there wasn't a single episode i was bored watching (so far). it's like the perfect found family - they found each other, and just created a family instantly haha. If for any reason you're still not watching this, you really really should

3. banana fish - ugh honestly it's hard to find words for this one, it's so so SO good, but also, watch at your own risk, it's been years and my heart still hasn't recovered. The relationship between the two main characters, Ash and Eiji, is so beautiful and touching and tender, and it's so satisfying to watch. Ash deserves all the love omg 😭 I love how they take care of each other, how it's obvious to everyone how much they love each other. and i hate how it ended but that's a talk for another time...

4. Run with the wind - ok so i think most sports anime have an aspect of found family - your teammates become kinda your family, and friendships and bonds are usually the main focus. but i think it's especially highlighted in run with the wind - it's a show about running a marathon, and it's in a university setting (which already makes it more interesting lol). i LOVE connections between the characters. here as well, there's not a single character i dislike. even king who i didn't really care about in the beginning, I grew to love so much by the end. and Haiji might be my favorite character of all times. like throughout all platforms, he's my favorite. he created this team and he made them a family and i just wish i had a haiji in my life, you know? 😭

5. march comes in like a lion - ok, so, this one is especially precious to me, and i think it's my favorite anime of all times. officially, the show is about a boy who plays shogi professionally, and it is a part of it, but there's so much more to this anime. I've never watched anything that handled depression, and the journey of getting better, in a more accurate way than this show. the main character, Rei, is an orphan, and has a really complicated life story. he meets these three sisters, and is kinda invited to be a part of their little family. the relationships in this show are so touching and tender, even when nothing sad was happening i found myself crying. the sisters basically adopt rei, and little by little help him heal some of his wounds. the visuals of this show are perfect, you can feel everything rei is feeling. the sisters' house feels warm and inviting, while other spaces feel cold and disconnected. it's brilliant. also, the show handles the different characters with so much care, you end up caring about them all. i can go on forever lol, it's a masterpiece.

6. kids on the slope - another brilliant show. this is a slice of life, and the focus is on the friendship of three teens in the 60's. i love this one because even though they all have families that play a part in the story, they still become like a family to one another. their relationships are so touching, and so realistic. it deals with jealousy and friendship and love and loneliness in such a realistic, relatable way. for example one of the boys gets really jealous when his friend gets a new friend, it makes him lash out in such an unreasonable way, but at the same time you can totally relate to what he's feeling, because like, which one of us hasn't been there, right? i really recommend! (Also, the music is absolutely fantastic!)

7. Umibe no Etranger- maybe some people would think this doesn't belong here, but i totally think that along with love, this movie is totally about found family 😊 the two main boys are both on their own, Mio because he was orphaned, and Shun because he lost connection with his family after coming out. throughout the story, they become each other's family and support system (especially if you keep reading the manga like i have hehe🤭). i love their relationship so much!

8. fruits basket - again, maybe it's not the main trope, but it's definitely very much there! tohru, who is left without a family, finds a new family in the form of the very dysfunctional sohma family, that cares about her immensely, while she also cares about them and helps them heal and break their curse. i never read the manga or watched the old anime, and i didn't expect this to be as deep and painful as it was, but honestly one of my favorite shows right now.

9. Poko's udon world - so! freaking! cute! is it a ploy to make people have families and kids? perhaps. do i care? nope. Poko is the cutest child character ever, and the parent-child relationship between sota and poco is so precious, this is the most literal definition of a found family lol- sota found poco and basically instantly adopted him. the story is really touching and cute!

10. Clannad + Clannad after story - ugh i don't know if I'm able to talk about this one again, as it makes my heart hurt. this is one of my all time favorites. i think even though it's a love story, above all else it's a story about family. i wasn't sure if it fits the "found family" category but decided it does. even before nagisa and tomoya get married, tomoya is basically adopted by nagisa's family. they take him in to allow him some distance from his father, and show him how happy and loving a family can be. Also, all the friendship in the story are meaningful and have a familial feel to them. throughout the show there's a lot of focus on the subject of family, which leads to the main characters creating their own new little family unit. if you've been living under a rock i must warn you, I've never cried this much while watching a show in my life. while the ending is a happy one (well... in a bizarre kind of way, i guess), there's so much pain throughout the whole show, it's overwhelming at times. still, it's so so good and i really recommend to give it a try! (please, get through the first season and get to Clannad after story, it's really worth it!)

11. Usagi drop- i also wasn't sure if this fits the found family category, as it deals with an actual family, but wth, it's my list i can do what i want lol. very sweet story about a guy who adopts his grandfather's 6 year old daughter when he dies (yes, his aunt, basically), when no one else in the family wants to take her in. it's very sweet, very touching. they slowly become a family, and he learns what it means to be a single parent, and what sacrifices he has to make (like getting demoted at his job so he'll have more time to take care of his kid). the show is very wholesome, but don't read the manga, as i heard it went in different, less wholesome directions.

12. kotaro lives alone- this show was a ride! i was expecting a silly show about a 4 year old boy who lives alone, and got a heartbreaking show about neglect and trauma. his neighbors become his family throughout the show, and come to love him a lot and take care of him, and their relationships are very entertaining and sweet. ngl, i cried a lot during this show. i do think it deals with some very triggering things, so you should check that before watching 😊

and.. that's it for now! these are the ones i thought about so far, please feel free to add your own recommendations! i would love to get more!

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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i’m literally waiting for my bus right now and just say this baby in her pram she was wearing her little hat and the dad had the shopping in the little basket underneath the pram. can imagine dad matty taking baba with him while they do the grocery for girlie

this feels like it fits in the og dad!matty universe (the flatmates but older) to me. like i see it so clearly, matty and baby dylan!! you're back at work, but matty's not, so he's in full dad/househusband mode (which he lowkey loves lmao) - the two of them drop you off at work, then go home so dylan can have her morning nap while matty does some washing or whatever. and it's a nice day outside - cold, but sunny - so he decides to walk to the shops with her rather than take the car; he doesn't have a lot to get, he's just quite in the mood to cook you a slightly fancier dinner tonight as a treat, just because he loves you, so it's literally just buying ingredients for that and maybe a pint of milk or something. anyway, once dylan's had her nap and a bottle (and a cuddle from daddy), matty puts her into her little purple snowsuit and the woolly hat your mum knitted her - he's like "dyl you are genuinely the cutest baby of all time. i need to send mummy a picture of you oh my god" and she giggles - before getting her all comfy in her pram and setting off. and it's so cute, him just chatting to her the whole time and making her smile, which makes him smile in return. dylan stays awake and alert even in the shop, and matty invents a game where he holds up random food items like "yes or no, dyl?" which makes her laugh so much - he almost buys everything she reacted positively to, just because she was so happy, but making a nice dinner out of a packet of babybels and a banana seems like a difficult thing to do, so he decides against it in favour of ingredients for a chicken supreme lol. but i think he takes her down the baby food aisle so they can pick out something special for dylan's dinner, too; can just see matty reading the little jars and being like "OOH dyl this one sounds good. i think i'd have that one if i were you. shall we get it? yeah, i think we will", before going to the checkout and making funny faces to make her laugh while they queue. him repeatedly bending to put the shopping under the pram also turns into an elaborate game of peekaboo, which the baby finds so funny that she laughs all the way home, before she has another nap after all the excitement. adorable <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #dad!matty #dylan

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oyesmendes · 1 year

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my dear

a/n: this ones for the anon who wanted me to elaborate on this fic so here it is! i highly recommend you read the previous fic before diving into this one, just so you get the idea. oh and this is also highly unedited....anywhos, enjoy some singer!reader x danny <3

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I swear I'll always give my best, no pretending Give you breakfast in bed every morning There ain't no answer to this complex question I just keep falling for you every day

another hotel, another city. another room, another unfamiliar setting. but this time you weren't alone. you lean against the smooth leather headboard, sheets draped lightly around your body. you were watching the scenery outside the window when the doorbell rings, and before you could even think about moving, an 'i'll get it!' echoes from the bathroom.

"i'll take this" you hear from the door, and soon you see daniel pushing in the squeaky-wheeled cart filled with food. he was wrapped in a bathrobe, hair still standing from last night's restful sleep.

"breakfast, m'lady."

you smile softly, crawling to the edge of the bed. daniel sits across from you, handing you your cup of coffee. you both eat in comfortable silence, exchanging a portion of your pancakes for some of his french toast.

"when's the next show?" daniel asks with a mouthful of fruit.

you sip on your coffee before answering, "i've got two weeks off before the european leg."

"two weeks eh?"

"yeah," you feed him a banana from your plate, "i'm spending a week in nashville with blake to finish up a couple of tunes. i'm free on the second week."

"how about cota?" he asks almost too casually.

you hum, slicing the pancakes into smaller pieces. circuit of the americas. the texas weekend. one of daniel's favourite races of the year.

"c'mon love, you know you love a good trip to texas. think about the barbecue! the people, the music." he nudges you from across the table.

daniel is glad that it wasn't an immediate no, and it hasn't been since the sponsorship event. you've accompanied him to a handful of other events at this point, and he's showed up at your shows a couple of times too.

even the fans were getting hints. the mclaren admin had been posting pictures of these said events, with you standing close to daniel; and you had sometimes given them the soft launch on instagram - the subtle hand in your posts, or the occasional picture of brunch for two.

you were starting to give him commitment, starting to open your heart up to the australian; and although it was terrifying, you were absolutely enjoying the free fall.

"let me think about it?" you asked daniel, even though you didn't have to think twice to know the answer.

he grins at you, "that's better than a no."

the both of you spent your last day roaming the streets of south italy - gelato cone in hand as you walked down the cobbled path. when evening rolls around, you both walk to a quiet restaurant near the hotel and ordered dinner. you look up from your menu, watching daniel quietly as he analyses the description of each dish; his brows furrowed together as he pretends to understand the ingredients listed in italian. you clear your throat to get his attention.

"so, about texas..." you say with your hands cupping your chin as you lean forward on your elbows. daniel looks up at you with his eyes glistening.

"it's a yes from me."

"YES!" he shouts a little too loudly, apologising to the patrons near him as he closes the menu dramatically. he leans over the table and kisses your forehead softly, "thank you."

"you ready?" daniel closes the door to the rented mclaren, intertwining his fingers with yours. you nod, and the both of you make your way into the paddock. it felt almost like a red carpet event - lights flashing, photographers calling out your name. they were having an absolute field day with your presence.

"y/n! y/n! over here!"

"are you and daniel together?"

"daniel! is this your girlfriend?"

you make your way through, smiling shyly for the cameras as daniel leads the both of you through the small crowd. he's eventually stopped by some fans, and releases the grip that he had on your hand. you take a couple steps forward, allowing his beloved fans to have some one on one time with him.

but its not long before a young girl came up to you, holding an orange number '3' cap and a black sharpie; the front of it already signed by daniel.

"i'm a really big fan, could i get an autograph?" you look at the wide-eyed girl and smiled at her, gladly taking the marker and signing onto it. she runs off giddily, shouting to her parents about the signatures she just got.

the hand on the small of your back brings you back to reality, daniel standing right next to you to guide you to the hospitality building. it's behind the glass doors where you find a different kind of buzz - various team members getting their breakfast and having meetings. you wave to a couple of people you recognised from past events, before you heard someone call out to daniel. his hand rests on your back again, pointing to the table in the far corner where lando and zak were sitting.

"tell me you've snagged the girl, DR?" zak asks. daniel looks at you then back at zak and smiles, "i'm almost there i think."

you follow daniel back outside to the paddock, where a few of the drivers and their girlfriends had formed a small circle. they were talking and catching up with one another while you stood back, not being too familiar with everyone. but someone, you recognised as george russell's girlfriend, came up to you.

"y/n, right?" she asks and you nod.

"i'm carmen, george's girlfriend. daniel spoke about you before at dinner." you shook her outstretched hand.

she nudged you after, "big fan of your music by the way."

you blushed, "thank you, it's really nice to meet all of you."

"it's really nice to finally meet you! if ever daniel annoys you, just come by mercedes, you're always welcome." she jokes, and daniel sends her a playful glare which makes you laugh.

and for a moment, everything seemed to be going okay, amazing, in fact. until you made your way to the garage and started watching the race.

fuck. shit. god dammit.

those three words echoed throughout the garage.

you watched daniel's car spin out on screen, after being clipped in the back by another competitor. your arm was wrapped around your own body, picking at the fabric of your shirt. michael, daniel's physio, turns to you to try to give you a reassuring look; but nothing was going to calm you until you see him, hear him.

"daniel, do you copy? is the car okay?"

if you could shoot daggers with your eyes, daniel's race engineer would've been stabbed by now. you watched on the screen as the cameras covered movement in the car, and daniel's voice echoed through the radios seconds later.

"i'm okay, car's fine."

you take a breath, gripping on to whatever you could to steady yourself. its more than a hot minute before daniel's car rolls into the garage, semi wrecked, and you're speechless as your eyes fixate on the australian. you watch as he climbs out of the car, going over to his race engineer, then michael; minutes feel like hours as you watched him talk, your eyes never leaving him. he scans the garage after his conversation, and he spots you.

no words shared, everything floating in both your minds as you lunged towards each other. he relaxes in your arms and so do you, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

"fuck, i love you danny. i'm so glad you're okay."

he chuckles, and you can feel it vibrate through his body.

"i fucking love you too, y/n."

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hey-there-hunter · 8 months

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Saw that post you reblogged about asks and you know what you’re right, I’ve not sent an ask in like seven years so here we go - hello!

Which instance of touching did you mean in your post about Aziraphale and hedonism?? I agree with you instinctually and it’s already hurting my feelings but I can’t remember the precise occasion you might mean. (Unless I’m being dumb and it’s the kiss, but that felt loaded with so many other different things that I wouldn’t have described it as hedonistic particularly).

Also wooo new content! Did you enjoy Gomens 2? Was it everything you hoped for?

In summary: I have a bad memory & I’d love to hear you elaborate on touch/Aziraphale/hedonism if you’d like to!

Ohhhh im so excited to get an ask again! Hello friend???

So the way I see it is aziraphale touches Crowley a lot without a second thought really: the time in a pub where he put his hand on Crowley's chest, helping crowley walk when he drank the poison, grabbing his arm when gabriel and Beelzebub confessed and then still reaching towards Crowley when he moved away. Dunno, that might be just my brain going bananas and being delusional. Those touches where very casual, not really anything that significant but it turns that way once you realized one very ouch my heart thing:

Crowley never reaches out first for aziraphale. He only touches him back but never first really, from what ive noticed. The only time i can think of is when they are changing bodies and crowley tried to intimidate aziraphale into dropping the "you are so nice" act?? But otherwise he keeps his hands to himself, in his pockets or crossed in front of him, holding something as a buffer.

He still keeps close to aziraphale in the moment like them talking to muriel and he sits on the arms rest of the chair zira is taking but he rarely reaches out with his hands unless aziraphale did it first.

Im probably talking out of my ass, but i just saw Crowley and went ah yes, you are like me, arent you? Waiting for permission, never asking for it, always giving back what was given to you, touch starved to the points of breaking and still holding all your limbs close to yourself but walking close enough with your loved ones and friends and hoping for a bit of that accidental casual touch which comes from being alive.

And aziraphale is there, no such thing going through his head, he touches him all the time, like the scene where he pulls crowley to dance with him or the ones ive mentioned above. Draws a simple pleasure of it in the same way he draws it from eating and his books. The only thing that would stop him from that touch is crowley telling him no and he knows crowley wont or he wouldn't until the point in the last episode. What makes crowley touch him first is always fear or necessity and uh yeah.

I think about it a lot. I am definitely delusional. But i do recognize a touch starved person denying themself.

I liked the new season a lot even tho it lacked a lot of stuff i would love to see but i cannot wait for the third one!! So excited!!! Muriel is my beloved

#armie talks #good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #crowley #azicrow

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phightinghottakes · 4 days

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i see medbox more as a crackship than anything cause i’m telling you there’s NO WAY those two could actually romantically like eachother

(also banana (banhammer x katana) is a 10/10 crackship just cause of the name fight me if you actually ship that)

also COULD WE TALK ABOUT HYPERKITKAT (hyperlaser x katana x medkit) CAUSE I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND THE HYPER x KATANA PART BUT WHY ADD MEDKIT? why is he even there anyways?? (and i don’t hate this ship cause it’s poly i hate it cause it doesn’t make sense before anyone says that) like it’s 2 old men who are literally drinking buddies and it’s such a good ship and then you add the depressed one and now i don’t get it, hav ether even met?? why is he there in the first place? ship what you want but i need people to elaborate

thanks for listening to me ramble again, take care <3/p

-very confused anon

1. Yes. Medbox as a one-sided crackship is absolutely amazing.

2. Medkit gets shipped with everyone. Expect him to be in ships he probably shouldn’t be in.

#phighting hot takes #phighting roblox #phighting!#roblox phighting #phighting #medkit phighting #medbox #hyperlaser phighting #katana phighting #boombox phighting #✨ mod siakit ✨

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janetbrown711 · 7 months

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Well, Well, Look Who's Inside Again

MK finds out Tang had "sleepover" with Pigsy after New Years, and invites him to play a game or two.

tw for references to child/domestic abuse (both emotional and physical), as well as homophobia

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Ao3 Link

Despite New Years being an incredibly long night for MK and Mei alike, kids were kids and they still rose with the sun over Megapolis and far before Pigsy did, which was usual for holidays and weekends.

Since it was holiday break, that meant MK and Mei had a few more hours than usual before they had to go to the restaurant to help out, which was also why despite any pre-existing tiredness, they embraced the early daylight.

Well– MK did anyways, Mei was always a heavier sleeper. He didn’t mind though, emerging from his room into the delicate sanctity of the empty living room without much trouble. He was silent as ever, closing his door and barely making a sound as he snuck himself a banana which he ate in record time before strategically placing it under paper plates in the trash so nobody’d find it.

After that he went over to the couch and proceeded to get a head start on building the pillow fort for the game he and Mei liked to play, draping blankets over couch cushions and lamps alike until there were about three separate areas. Now all MK really had to do was wait for his bestest friend.

However, strangely enough, it wasn't Mei's door that opened first, but Pigsy's and–

"Mr. Tang? What're you doing here?" MK tilted his head, noticing the man was in one of Pigsy’s robes and one of his shirts too– and his pajamas pants.

The poor guy nearly tripped over himself before his eyes went to MK in his fort.

"H-h-hi, MK! Fancy seeing you here!" Tang smiled, clutching a hand over his heart.

"I live here," MK blinked.

"That you do," the man gave a laugh even MK could tell was forced. "See, I was just– um– I was going to use the–"

MK stared at him, noticing his hair was disheveled, his glasses were crooked, and he was apparently also borrowing Pigsy's slippers.

"Is Pigsy awake?" MK decided to ask.

"Ah– no," Tang said apologetically.

"Then why are you here?" He tilted his head again.

“Well– umm–” Tang looked around the apartment, clearly looking for a way out of what he must be thinking as an awkward conversation– though MK couldn’t fathom why he’d think that.

“Did you have a sleepover?” MK asked further.

This made Tang even more red in the face, before he cleared his throat and nodded. “Y-yes– a sleepover– I wasn’t in any condition to really go home last night and so Pigsy helped me out– in a way,” Tang muttered that last bit, but MK shrugged it off, satisfied he got his answer.

“Sooo… um… W-what’re you playing?” Tang decided to ask since MK didn’t say anything else.

“Oh, I’m not playing yet– waiting for Mei,” MK briefly explained, adjusting some pillows and a stack of books.

“Ahhh, I see,” Tang smiled and looked around. “Quite the elaborate set up you got here; I must say, I’m impressed.”

MK perked up. “You really think so?”

“Of course!” The scholar laughed. “It takes an impressive eye to see all of Pigsy’s things and be able to transform it into all of this. You’ve got quite the creative mind, MK.”

“Oh, you know, it’s just making a mess– you should see how quickly I can put it all away, Mei says that’s the real impressive part,” He laughed to himself as he adjusted a blanket.

“Really?” Tang sat on the ground under one of the forts.

MK nodded proudly. “I’m a master at cleaning, according to Piggy n’ Mei.”

The scholar’s face twitched ever so slightly, which MK noticed too, but that meant anything then Tang didn’t say.

“Well, that’s very impressive, MK,” Tang said instead, so MK was probably just seeing things. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time...

“So… what’s the game?” The scholar asked.

“It changes a lot, but most of the time it’s about hiding from the sleeping dragon,” MK explained. “We need the forts because if the dragon wakes up and they hear you, they burst in and eat you.”

“Wow, that’s a mean dragon,” Tang laughed a little strangely. “Is it always Mei who’s the dragon and you’re the–... victim?”

MK shook his head. “Me n’ Mei take turns.”

“Right, right,” Tang nodded, scratching his neck– which MK just realized he hadn’t really seen before.

“Mr. Tang, why do you always wear a scarf?” MK asked with zero hesitation.

Tang’s face turned dark red. “I– oh wow– I totally forgot I’m not wearing it right now,” He laughed nervously, his hand covering the back right side of it.

“Yeah, why aren’t you in your clothes?” MK was still confused about that.

“Ah– they got all soaked in the weather last night, it’s nothing really– Pigsy was just so generous– anyways–” Tang coughed. “I wear my scarf because I… like it. Makes me feel safe.”

“I don’t like wearing scarves, they make me feel all… chokey,” MK shuddered.

“To each their own,” Tang said without any judgment, which felt… strange coming from an adult.

“I hate the neckties they make us wear at school,” MK added, fiddling with a book pile. “They’re really annoying.”

Tang laughed. “I’ve never understood school uniforms, I always hated them as a kid.”

“The shirts are so itchy,” MK agreed.

“And the teachers? Yikes,” Tang ran fingers through his hair.

“I hate Headmaster Jianxi, he makes Pigsy feel bad,” MK crossed his arms. “And Miss Yang is mean too.”

Mr. Tang thought for a second. “Do you ever wish you could switch schools, MK?”

“No, I need Mei,” MK quickly dismissed the idea.

“Well, what if she transferred with you?” The man then suggested, and MK had to think about that.

“I… No. Teachers suck everywhere,” he ultimately decided– and that wasn’t mentioning how Mei knew the place and seemed to be okay with it and even liked parts of it. Plus, it was what her parents wanted for her and MK understood that her parents were nice.

Mr. Tang didn’t seem happy about that though, giving a long sigh. “It won’t be like this forever, you know that, right?”

MK furrowed his brows, unsure of what he was implying.

The man laughed a little awkwardly. “I– what I mean is– um–...” he looked away, fiddling with the collar of the gigantic robe. “Not all teachers are terrible, and you’ll probably find one you like in the future. You’re only seven, your life isn’t over.”

“Oh– uh… okay,” MK slowly nodded. “I guess you’re right.”

“Yes! And– and you shouldn’t force yourself to be miserable for the sake of others, so if you really, really, really don’t like that school–”

“I like the school, Mr. Tang. The play yard is cool,” MK lied, uncomfortable with all the concern.

“Right… right, of course, I’m not trying to force you to do anything, of course, I just–... you know what, I think I should go back to Pigsy,” Tang sighed and rubbed his face before getting up, but MK grabbed his (or technically Pigsy’s) pajama pants.

“I don’t want you to go– you left early last night too,” MK pleaded, surprised to see how surprised Tang looked.

“You… missed me?” Tang fiddled with the robe collar again.

“Yeah! Nainai and Mr. Zhu are… they aren’t you and Piggy,” MK still didn’t know how he felt about his grand”guardians”.

“Oh, of course,” Tang sat back on the ground in front of the boy. “Last night wasn’t too hard, was it?”

MK looked away.

Mr. Zhu was weird, and started smoking the second Pigsy was out of sight with Tang. It had sparked an argument between him and Nainai, which almost made MK cry, but Mei held his hand, which was nice. When the fireworks started going off, Nainai’s yelling only got angrier as she blamed Mr. Zhu for there not being any seats left, and Mr. Zhu then called her something MK’s ‘baba’ had called his ‘mama’ often, which had brought back a lot of bad memories and made him feel worse.

After a bit of squabbling, Nainai took Mei and MK’s hands and dragged them away from Mr. Zhu to a little spot where they could all sit. She then acted like nothing had happened at all and even started to braid Mei’s hair. She started going on and on about how she always wanted a granddaughter and how Mei was so pretty and smart and talented and reminded her of herself. After a bit, Mr. Zhu came back and just sat next to MK, and Nainai didn’t acknowledge him at all, just going on and on about how she was when she was a girl and how her mother was a saint and all these things. Meanwhile MK could just feel the cigarette smoke pushing down his neck. He tried looking to Mei for comfort, but Nainai had kept her head forward so she could braid easily, so MK was… kinda alone.

When the fireworks ended, MK was exhausted and asked to go back, to which Nainai had said the night was hardly over and there were so many things she could still buy for them, and yadda yadda yadda. Meanwhile, Mr. Zhu laughed at MK and said he reminded him of ‘your punk guardian’ when he was a kid, and it just made him feel weird and confused and sad. He almost cried, but Mr. Zhu had told him ‘it was a joke’ and to ‘not take it so soft’ and that ‘at least he wasn’t a ‘yutao’ like Pigsy was’, which just sounded even more mean.

When Nainai heard that, she scolded Mr. Zhu more and told MK not to cry because Mr. Zhu was "just like that" and he was also "just trying to get a reaction out of you". She then went and bought MK and Mei more things before they all went back to Pigsy’s place, and she insisted on tucking him in even though he didn’t want to and she kissed his forehead and tried removing his bandana. She didn’t like it when he fought on it, but muttered something under her breath eventually and let it be until she told him goodnight and finally– finally left.

MK hadn’t had the energy to go and spend the night with Mei.

“No, it was good,” MK lied again. “I just missed you. Plus, you seemed scared when you left.”

“O-oh… I… yeah, I guess I was,” Tang sighed. “I wish I could tell you why, but… I don’t know. Sometimes loud noises just overwhelm me and I get scared and jumpy. I know it isn’t normal, but I also don’t know how to stop it.”

“Oh…” MK slowly nodded. “That’s okay. I sometimes hear buzzes my teachers n’ parents say aren’t real.”

Tang smiled warmly. “Thanks, MK.”

MK gave a cheesy grin and thumbs up that made Tang laugh.

Good. It was working.

“So… um… do you want to play with me n’ Mei?” MK offered.

“O-oh! I– I’m not too old, am I?” He laughed nervously.

“No one’s too old, Mr. Tang,” MK laughed too.

“Well then… I guess I could use the de-stressor,” Tang joked mostly to himself, but MK just rolled with it.

“Okay! Um… we could set up another house, but I don’t think Pigsy has enough couches,” he looked around to confirm his suspicions.

“Wouldn’t it heighten the challenge if we keep the same amount? That way it’s more likely one of the two of us will lose?” Tang asked.

“Oh! Ummmmmm… yeah, it would,” MK ultimately agreed, despite the fact he hated losing. Then again, maybe Tang was right and it’d be more fun– he’d just have to give it a shot, right? It was what he wanted anyways.

As if right on cue, Mei’s door opened and she tiredly stumbled her way over, her hair still in multiple little braids from the night before.

“Good morning, Mei,” Tang chuckled.

“Mr. Tang? What’re you doing here?” Mei rubbed her eyes.

“He and Piggy had a sleepover so he’s gonna join us,” MK grinned at his friend, who looked at Tang.

“Sleepover?” She asked him, and the scholar's face turned deep red.

“W-well– it was just so late and I was exhausted– it was more of a ‘he nursed me back to help’ type situation– really, it wasn’t like it was all that personal really, it was just– not that I don’t like Pigsy or appreciate his help–! We’re really good friends, it’s just– you know– it was– well it was very nice and all, I’m not trying to sound ungrateful– but I just– you know– it was–”

“Okay,” Mei shrugged, and Tang sighed a huge breath of relief.

“So, uh… is it okay if he plays with us?” MK asked her.

Mei looked at him and thought long and hard (or at least pretended to by tapping her chin and tilting her head back and forth). “Mmmmmmm, he does owe us for last night…”

The scholar blushed. “R-right, I’m–”

“Silence, I am thinking,” Mei stuck a finger in Tang’s face, which made MK giggle.

For further drama, Mei circled around the scholar, who looked completely lost for what he was supposed to do. He just kept looking at MK who gave him two thumbs up that the man returned, which MK found funny.

After a bit of this though, Mei came to her verdict.

“He can play. It’ll be fun to kill him,” She grinned.

“Aha… just like old times,” Tang pulled a bit on his borrowed t-shirt’s collar. MK tilted his head, which made the man quickly shake it off. “Nevermind– let's get playing, no?”

“Okay! I’ll be first!” Mei grinned mischievously and jumped over the couch so she could get behind the forts. “I’m going to sleep! Such a sleepy little dragon am I,” Mei giggled as she curled into a ball and began to “snore” at a volume that could rival Pigsy.

“Okay, so what do we do now?” Tang whispered to MK.

“Well, we gotta try and not be too loud, and whenever Mei stops snoring we can’t make a sound or else she'll wake up,” MK explained, already crawling over to a different fort than he started.

“Ah, okay I see,” Tang started moving around too when Mei went silent and the both of them froze and looked at each other.

Mei went back to snoring.

“So, how many times can she, you know, just go back to sleep?” Tang asked as he and MK again switched their forts.

“One time she actually fell asleep, but that was kinda funny,” MK giggled until Mei stopped snoring again.

She continued.

“So she can do this all day? No limits?” Tang puzzled.

“It’s why we’ve never asked Piggy to play; he snores great, but I’m pretty sure he’d sleep too,” MK laughed and this time when Mei stopped snoring he didn’t stop in time.

“RAH! I’m gonna get you!” Mei cackled dramatically, and Tang and MK scrambled to different forts before Mei snuck behind the one Tang was in and tackled him.

“Got you, Mr. Tang! Omnomnomnomnom,” Mei started “eating” his arm and the man laughed while blankets and pillows fell everywhere, though MK was quick to try and fix it for them.

“Okay, so that means it’s now your turn, Mr. Tang,” MK informed, realigning some books.

“Sure, if you can get this little dragon off of me,” Tang tried shaking his arm out with a laugh as Mei kept ‘biting’.

“Sorry MK, you’re no match for this hungry gal,” She flashed him a cheeky grin and continued eating his arm.

“Meiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” MK huffed and the girl stopped and rolled her eyes.

“Alright, alright, I hears ya,” She got off of Tang and helped MK rebuild the fort, while Tang glanced at the boy.

“MK, that was a little mean don’t you think?” he whispered.

MK froze.

“I-I didn’t mean to– I-I–”

“Woah there– I was just– maybe let Mei do what she wants for a little bit longer, alright? She’s just having fun,” Tang placed a hand on MK’s shoulder, which he didn’t like.

“Okay, Mr. Tang,” He straightened himself out a bit.

Tang smiled a little sadly (which MK double didn’t like) and finished the fort before going behind as Mei had and curling into a ball.

“There’s no way ol’ Tang’s gonna win against us, right MK? We’re champs at this,” Mei grinned with pride as she went from one fort to the other.

“Y-yeah! We’re– we’re good at this,” MK couldn’t help but feel shaken for some reason and he hated it.

Mei looked like she was going to say something, but Tang stopped snoring and they had to freeze. That didn’t stop her from looking at him, though MK certainly didn’t look at her.

…Jeez, how long was Tang going to not snore???

He could see Mei trying to mouth his name out of the corner of his eye but properly ignored it.

Tang finally continued his snoring.

“Dude, what the heck?” Mei looked at him.

“I’m trying to win, Mei, duhhh,” MK lied with a laugh.

“Oohhhh, I see how it is,” Mei bought it with a smirk. “Smart.”

“That’s why they call me ‘smartie kid’,” MK grinned.

“Who? Miss Jiayi?” Mei laughed. “She doesn't count.”

“I– other people call me smart!” MK protested, feeling his face get hot.

Tang stopped snoring, so MK just tried to hide his face and Mei covered her mouth to stop her laughing.

He continued.

“You almost got me caught!” Mei accused.

“What?! How is your stupid joke my fault?” MK was genuinely confused.

Mei blew a raspberry and laughed while continuing her regular switching pattern while MK just felt very, very lost and… and bad too.

He tried shaking it off for the game's sake and continued crawling.

“Your dorky face got all red– it’s funny,” Mei informed with a giggle, but MK’s face just got hotter.

“I-I’m just– trying to win, haha,” MK lied yet again, barely even moving.

“Ahhh I see, the statue strategy,” Mei squinted as she continued to move.

“Yes–! It’s– um– a new thing I’m coming up with, so… uh… yeah,” MK swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I see, you sneaky li’l devil,” Mei grinned.

“Mei, can you n–”

Tang stopped snoring.

MK sighed in annoyance– before realizing that was the exact opposite of what he was meant to do, and the two of them rushed their ways to different forts and Tang ended up tackling an empty one, which MK quickly went to fix.

“See, MK? What’d I tell you? Mr. Tang is no match for us,” Mei crossed her arms smugly.

“Yep yep,” MK forced a weak agreement before picking up the books.

“Drat, it looks like I’ll just have to get you next time,” Tang grinned mischievously at Mei.

“If you even can, oldie,” Mei stuck her tongue out.

Tang gave a fake offended gasp. “How dare you! I’ll have you know I have plenty of youthful years left.”

Mei laughed more. “You’re old~”

“What?! What makes me old, hm?” Tang crossed his arms while MK rolled his eyes and struggled rebuilding.

“You got old man glasses,” Mei pointed out. “And you go to old man schools and study old man things. I bet you even knew that Monkey King guy personally.”

“Woah there, I’m not that old,” Tang laughed.

“Whatever, oldie,” Mei blew a raspberry just as MK was able to finish rebuilding.

“Um, the fort’s rebuilt so–”

“MK…” Mr. Tang glanced at him with this– this look that made MK shrink back.

“Go back to your old person cave, oldie; you’ll need your rest to catch a ‘youngster’ like me,” Mei smirked.

“Oh, I’m not letting you go that easy this time, so you better watch your back,” Tang stood and did one of those ‘I’m watching you’ signals, which Mei returned until Tang was back behind the forts and ‘snoring’ again.

This time, Mei didn’t even try talking to MK, too busy trying to sneak peeks at Mr. Tang and giggling to herself. She didn’t manage to correct in time when he suddenly stopped and this time, he successfully guessed the fort Mei was hiding in and crashed it all down with a big roar.

“Who’s the ‘oldie’ now, huh Mei? Huh?” He grinned wide as he began to tickle Mei who kicked and squealed happily while MK just… watched.

Tang and Mei were destroying the other forts left and right, and MK wanted to fix them, but there really wasn’t a point. They clearly didn’t really want to play– or at least with him.

They were fine on their own. They didn’t need a “nag” like him.

And so quickly and quietly, MK walked out of the living space and made his way to his room where he promptly locked the door before laying on his bed in the dark.

It was just a joke. It was all just “fun” . Why was MK always ruining these things? He didn’t mean to. He never meant to ruin or hurt anyone or anything. He just… did. It was like he was a “no fun” magnet– maybe that’s why Mei was his only friend. No, scratch that– that was why Mei was his only friend.

Jokes jokes jokes jokes jokes– “Lighten up, Xiaotian, it’s just a joke”. “What kind of kid can’t take a joke?” “She’s just having fun”.

Ugh…

…A part of him wondered how long it would take Tang and Mei to notice he was gone.

Another part of him hoped it wouldn’t be for a long, long, long time.

Eventually he heard steps running to his door before there was knocking, and he could hear Mei panting.

“MK– MK, we’re setting it up again, c’mon!” Mei urged him, but MK knew she didn’t really want that– she was having more fun with Mr. Tang.

A secret, third part of MK wished he hadn’t invited Mr. Tang to play at all.

“MK?” Mei knocked again. “MK, you there?”

MK didn’t respond, picking up his beloved monkey Luanshi and hugging them tight as he just stared up at the ceiling in the dark.

He deserved to feel bad about this. He was being mean. And a “bummer”.

“MK..?”

He heard his door’s handle shake, which instinctively made him cling to Luanshi tighter– but it stopped and he could hear Mei going back to the living area to play with Tang again.

Good.

…

MK was disappointed in himself. He was supposed to be acting better for Mr. Pigsy’s sake. He remembered clear as day what Mr. Tao said and how he needed to be good and human, not selfish and mean, and– it didn’t feel right to call those emotions demonic since Pigsy wasn’t any of those, but– well–

Ugh– why did things always have to be so confusing? He really thought being good would be a lot easier. And not his “parents” version of good– actually good.

There was another knock at his door, this one being much softer than the previous had been, which meant it had to be Mr. Tang’s.

“MK..?” The man in question spoke up. “Are you alright?”

MK didn’t feel like answering that, it would just ruin their fun.

“MK, if this is about what I said earlier I’m–... I’m sorry, I was out of line, I’m not your parent– I just– I don’t know why I said that…”

MK glanced at the door over his shoulder but remained curled on his bed.

He heard Tang sigh and sit on the ground with his back against the door. “Pigsy’s a lot better at this than me– which is good because this– this really isn’t my place. I’m so sorry, MK, I shouldn’t– I– I’m just… I’m sorry.”

MK bit his cheek. “Pigsy’s not… my dad either.”

He felt horrible for saying it, but it was what Pigsy believed…

“Oh…” Mr. Tang said quietly.

MK traced over Luanshi’s stitches again and again.

“That–... MK, do… Do you know there are people who love you?”

“Y-yeah, I have Mei,” He said, only half-believing it.

“But me and Pigsy– we love you too… do you know that?”

MK blinked. “I-I, um…”

“MK… I’m… I’m going to ask a personal question, is that okay?”

No. Not really.

“Y-yeah…”

“Did your… ‘parents’... love you?”

Ah, beans.

“I-I um– y-yeah, I think so,” MK half-guessed, half-lied. “Mama would say it sometimes.”

“Would she only say it when she was… intoxicated?”

MK sat up and looked at the door, startled he could guess such a thing.

He heard the man sigh again. “My parents weren’t good either, MK. They didn’t like me or who I was and sometimes they’d… hurt me over it.”

MK hugged Luanshi tighter.

“They’d also make me feel like it was my fault– but it wasn’t. I was just being who I was and they were two full grown adults who just couldn’t handle that. It’s so… it’s just so stupid, looking back,” The man laughed weakly through the door.

MK looked at the door again and slowly but surely crept off his bed and onto the ground. “Did… your parents call you names?”

“A lot… most of which I wouldn’t even dream of sharing with you.”

“My parents called me stupid. And a brat. And a thief, and a bastard, and sneaky, a-and a devil, a-and a demon, a-and–... and other things…”

“I’m sorry, MK. That wasn’t right of them. You’re a great kid,” the man assured.

‘I’m sorry.’

Mr. Tang liked saying ‘I’m sorry’ a lot– it was weird for MK. Adults weren’t supposed to apologize like he did.

MK crept a little closer. “Your parents hit you too?”

“Sometimes my father would, if I failed him.”

“My mama would hit me cuz of her moods n’ drinking– n’ baba would hurt me if I made mama mad.”

“I’m sorry, MK.”

“S’okay.”

“It doesn’t have to be ‘okay’, MK… Things can just suck sometimes.”

MK frowned, finally crawling to the door where he sat with his back turned. “You… you won’t tell Pigsy, will you?”

Tang made a noise at that, something between a wince and a sigh. “He really should know–”

“No-! I’m– I’m supposed to be good for him a-and it’s not even school yet– I can’t let him know I failed now– I-I promised!” MK blurted out.

“Woah, woah, woah– what’s this about a promise?” he heard Tang sit up a little.

MK cursed his stupid brain.

“I– um–”

“MK, Pigsy would love you no matter what– he does love you no matter what,” Tang emphasized. “You don’t have to be anything for him. You can just be–”

“A brat? A-a stupid, selfish brat who ruins everyone else’s games?” MK repeated bitterly, setting Luanshi on his knees and messing with their arms so it looked like they were hitting MK’s head.

“You aren’t a–” Tang stopped himself. “MK, you slipped up, but you are not your mistakes.”

MK huffed.

“MK, I’m not mad at you, and I don’t hate you and neither does Mei– we love you, MK,” the man pleaded a bit and MK just lowered his head.

Mr. Tang didn’t talk for a while, though MK could hear his foot tapping anxiously.

MK was fine with that though, he liked being alone and in the dark.

“MK, I–... I meant what I said earlier; it won’t be like this forever. One day you’ll forget all about your mean parent’s cruelty and you’ll just know the love Pigsy has for you.”

“How do you–...” MK hesitated.

“‘How do I’ what..?”

MK closed his eyes. “How… do you know Pigsy… loves… me..?”

“MK, he adores you and Mei so much– why, he upended his whole entire lifestyle to make room for you two. That’s… not something someone does just because they’re nice and they could,” Tang laughed a little.

MK thought about that. “But… if he… does, then why doesn’t he ever– you know… say it?”

Mr. Tang went quiet for a moment. “I don’t think it’s easy for him. I think… I think he’s been hurt before and he doesn’t like opening himself up because of that– but he does love you, trust me, he does.”

MK thought about that too. “So he… he doesn’t think I’m a brat? Or a thief?”

“No, MK– but if he ever calls you that, I promise he doesn’t mean it. Like– you know he calls me a ‘freeloader’, right? Well, he doesn’t mean it. He’d never kick me out of his restaurant and I’m pretty sure if I ever paid for my noodles, it’d kill him,” the man laughed a little. “When he says those things, he often means the opposite– but if it makes you feel bad, you should tell him, the last thing he wants is to hurt you, MK.”

MK slowly nodded. “Y-yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

He heard Tang hum with relief. “I’m glad I could at least kinda get through to you, MK. You’re a good kid, MK– You’re a really, really good kid.”

The boy rolled his eyes a little at the sappiness. “Thanks, Mr. Tang.”

“No problem, MK… Now, do you want to finish playing our game or do you want to do something else?” He asked softly.

MK looked at Luanshi as his stomach growled. “Is Pigsy awake yet? M’kinda hungry.”

“I can check for you if you’d like,” Tang offered, standing up.

“Yeah, that’d be nice, Mr. Tang,” MK slowly stood too and looked up briefly. “A-and… thank you.”

Mr. Tang chuckled. “It’s no problem, MK. You two are delightful to be around.”

MK laughed a little as he slowly heard Tang walk away.

Well… all things considered, it certainly wasn’t his worst morning ever. It was fun for a little bit there, and… and Tang was cool. He liked knowing Tang, and he also liked knowing what he knew. He was cool.

He… wasn’t sure if he believed he or Pigsy really loved him yet, though. Heck, he barely even knew what love was, except that it was like what he and Mei had as long time friends. He knew that parents were supposed to love their kids, but his parents hadn’t and Pigsy and Tang weren’t his parents, so it left a lot of question marks in the air…

Oh well, MK had time to figure that out in the future. For now he needed to apologize to Mei for running off and being weird, but he wasn’t worried about that; Mei was pretty cool too. And besides, the sooner he apologized the sooner he could start feeling better, and then he could just focus on thinking about how good breakfast was going to be.

MK was going to be fine.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #mk lmk #tang lmk #mei lmk #my fics #dadsy of two au #tang is so girlfailure coded i love him #mk is a sweetie too #smh #tw child abuse

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felikatze · 1 month

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thinks abt my many half baked ISAT FE AU stuff again....

siffrin is a manakete that is all good night

uhhh act 5 and twohats spoilers below

joking but. also yes. i was thinking a lot abt what FE classes the cast would have recently so.

Mirabelle is a lord. HOWEVER. she gets to be a fancy lord who also gets staff access. Like Hoshido Noble. could you imagine dragging around a scrublord who only gets good on promo but they had heal utility the whole time. isn't that a dream. imagine if Roy could heal and then still rips in endgame

Odile is very obviously a Sage. Like cmon. If i had to pick any specific sage outfit it would in fact be Awakening sages. But the thought of Odile in the outfit of Engage sages is enough to kill people I think. Though the banana mage gba era would be hilarious on her.

The trifecta of magic is also a nice reflection of her being able to use all types of craft :) esp tellius mechanics are dope for that (and integrated into my silly isat emblems stuff). It could also be very thematically appropriate to make her an Omnyoji instead.

Isabeau just has massive axe bro energy. Yknow how fighters are stereotyped as stupid but then Lot FE6, generic axe bro ever, plays chess and does philosophy? Yeah. From a gameplay standpoint it would also make sense to put him in armor knight cuz he will Protect His Friends. Also he has the highest hp in the cast anyways. He would also have rally skills.

If i had to pick one guy to make a beast unit, it would be him also. Tiger isabeau.

Bonnie is the Transporter. They cannot fight. They cannot die. Bonnie is Merlinus. We are not letting the child on the battlefield. Give Bonnie a caravan and convoy access, you know they gotta.

Sif is. hm.

Like the obvious call is Thief, right? In games that have em, daggers are exclusive to thieves (unless you're fates, and have butlers and ninjas). Dagger classes can also debuff (with engage thieves poisoning, and fates daggers inflicting debuffs) which would be a nice niche. However Siffrin isn't actually a criminal.

From a story standpoint mercenary would be the most appropriate since they're not really here for any particular reason but just bcuz he happened to be in the country when the curse struck.

HOWEVER.... engage has given us a very tantalizing third option. Wolf Knight. They're not associated with crime. They are speedy, dodgy, and use daggers.

Siffrin gets a pet wolf. Do you see it.

TO ELABORATE ON THE MANAKETES THING.... So, if you've seen me talk abt my fucking, fe6 isat au, i cast Idunn as Siffrin. And the idea of someone forgetting their own species is really funny, and also kinda terrifying. And the only other person like you is the guy you have to kill.

Also I think creechur siffrin AUs are great. And dragons in FE are associated heavily with two things. a) going insane. b) amnesia (just look at corrin, and grima, and alear).

Also also dragons love to take naps. WHO ELSE LOVES TO TAKE NAPS?? That's right. Siffrin.

Oh yeah also. Dragon Loop. Wouldn't that be epic. AND. act 5 boss fight siffrin turning into a full dragon.

And the development possibilites. As siffrin learns about the island, also uncovering myths about dragons. And the new strength siffrin is able to master more and more of each loop being bcuz. well. dragon. and growing aware of the ways he's different from the others not just in the growing chasm as they veiw the party more and more as actors, but also the paranoia in physically becoming a monster.

Do you see my fucking vision, here.

SPEAKING OF ENGAGE.... i forgot who. but SOMEBODY. suggested. Emblem Loop. wrgrhr.

and i've thought abt how this would work. And i think it does work, if like... the island (and the divine dragons) all got forgotten because of the emblem's miracle. That somebody thought it was too dangerous and wanted to seal it away forever and used the power of the emblems to make them forgotten. And so Wish Craft would be the emblems' power instead, which only dragons have access to - supposedly. Hey, if a whole country tries out a prayer incantation, would it work?

And. and. this would be really easy to do by. replacing the silver coin with a ring. Siffrin just has this random ring they've had forever. So when Loop wishes to get out, they become the emblem they've been using. You get recursive timeloop questions - who was the emblem that granted Loop's wish in the first place? Was it another Siffrin? Somebody else altogether? Who knows. But isn't the asking really fun.

And like, I mean, Emblem Byleth already exists, we all know what "rerolling missed attacks to hit instead" is. Emblem Byleth is still rewinding time you just can't see that he is.

Do you see my vision. ISAT fire emblem engage AU.

#feli speaks #isat spoilers #hhgkjnj do i tag this. sure. yeah. i do #in stars and time #WOW!! ANOTHER ISAT/FE CROSSOVER!! how many is that now #well i got the fe6 in isat crossver. i got the isat in fe6 crossover.#i got the isat chars as emblems stuff and now also this #so it's uhh. FOUR fe/isat crossover AUs #wow almost like. almost like one of those things #has the high honor of being the first thing i've officially called a special interest

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More thoughts on the Rebel!Todoroki AU

I'm now actively thinking on this. Why.

My main thought starting this line of thinking is about how none of the Todoroki's ever blow the whistle on Endeavour in canon; while some of it (a lot of it, unfortunately, knowing Hori) is probably about not wanting to ruin his life, since they've secretly loved him all this time or whatever, it's probably also based in a few more practical facts: not wanting themselves to get dragged into the mud, wanting not to drag their mother into the mud, and an Endeavor-born lack of faith in heroic accountability which is completely canon, to the point where they may have gotten assassinated if they made too big a stink about it. While those same practical motivations are still there, so no blatant call outs of what he did, in this AU there is far less mercy in how they discuss Endeavour to outsiders.

Fuyumi, here, is still rather soft spoken, and when she talks to reporters, she always leaves them with a positive impression, until they review what she actually said, and not how she said it, and they realize she never once actually referred to Endeavour as her father, or as someone related to her, or in any sort of relaxed way indicating that they're family; it's just 'Endeavour, Endeavour', over and over again, always carefully proper in how she refers to him by his hero name, which is de facto his job title.

Moreover, they then realize she never says anything nice about him; hell, she barely talks about him at all! Summed up, she basically says that, 'Yes, I have heard about a hero named Endeavour' and that 'Yes, I have heard he has done (this newsworthy thing); I heard about it on the news just yesterday'.

It leaves every interview she gives ultimately unusable for how utterly empty and lifeless they all are.

Natsuo, meanwhile, is less subtle. And by less subtle, I mean he has one line about Endeavour he gives to anyone who asks him, every time he's asked about him: "Every day I wake up I pray he trips over a banana and dies."

Nothing else. He says that one line, says bye, and walks off, and has done this for years. He's a cryptid like figure for those that pay attention to this kind of thing, and in the hero forums more focused on the celebrity end they have long running debates on if he actually means that, or if this entire thing is this strange, elaborate joke he's been running on anyone who pays attention to him; he never goes into any other detail, and every other Todoroki refuses to comment on this, even Endeavour (if for different reasons than his children).

Rei... the thing is with Rei is her life is kinda utterly destroyed. Natsuo and Fuyumi care about things like their reputations, if they'll be believed, and her reputation, but Rei herself? Nah, she's gone through eight cycles of the stages of grief while she's been trapped in the psych ward, and Rei no longer cares about those petty things; at this point in her life? Rei wants one thing, and one thing only:

To kill Endeavour with her own hands.

And since she decided that, she started acting better, to get good evaluations and to get her husband to visit her as she gets 'cured'; she lies and lies and lies to every therapist about whatever they want to hear, she acts calm and sensible and buries all her negative feelings deep down inside her, while carefully practicing small, but controlled uses of her Quirk in ways that no one else can tell.

And she does this for years, slowly cycling into a deeper insanity, because as it turns out? Endeavour doesn't actually care if she's 'better' or not; he got what he needed from her, and while leaving her locked up is a money drain, he's got the cash to burn and it's more convenient for him to just have his inconvenient wife locked away, far from the prying eyes of the media, than to let her out and risk an incident of some kind. By the time he actually does go to visit her, she's at a level of fucked up far beyond she had ever been outside, even at her worst, and there is zero hesitation in her when he finally appears before he, repentant. As it turns out, all her children have grown up, but they've all drifted further and farther away from Endeavour as they aged; he lives alone now in his massive house and the last time he got a chance to talk to his prized heir in private, without the cameras watching, so they could have a real conversation? Shoto froze the hand that touched him solid before walking off without saying a word, and it was only then that the reality started to sink in.

Rei then acts, as she has been for years now, and the second he lowers his guard, he stabs him in the face with a shiv she made out of ice. Here, Endeavour doesn't get a cosmetic scar from a Nomu, no. Here, he loses an eye to his wife.

And as for Shoto? Well. In this, at least, he is his mother's son: Shoto well and truly does not care about the media; he was burned by them when he was young and grew up distrusting them, and never once saw a reason to change that stance; at this point, he basiclly considers them more noise pollution more than anything legitimate, and the media classes that UA put the students in in their third year did nothing to change this impression, no matter how hard Present Mic tried.

As a hero, Shoto is many ways... raw. He doesn't focus on how his costume looks, or talking to his fans, or getting his image out there, or even having an image, he just... saves people, half out of defiance of his father's way of life, where saving people is just a tool to help his image rather than being a reason in itself, and half out his genuinely good nature.

Out of spite, he's reverted to an older form of heroism, and people noticed that. There are plenty of hero 'traditionalists' who see him do his own thing, be blunt and uncurated and hate it, but he nevertheless has a steady and growing fanbase for how straight forward he is; among his fans, he's known as the 'Rebel Hero' and over time he eventually took to calling himself that because he never really bothered with a hero name beyond 'Shoto'. He's never been able to break into the highest ranks of heroism, and probably never will (not that he cares), but in sheer amount of fans he's actually in the top twenty or thirty of heroes in Japan.

To be fair, he only gets away with it because he's Endeavour's son, because he never needs to generate his own popularity when the media loves to use him for an easy scandel when nothing's going on, and when his sheer notoriety protects him from the worst abuses of the Hero Commision, because unlike others, if Endeavour's son, the one everyone knows and is an active hero, was to suddenly disappear, Japan would lose it's shit, and they're smart enough to know that, even if Shoto himself isn't away of how dangerous the waters he treads in are at times.

All of this, of course, makes his response to questions about Endeavour infamous: he says absolutely nothing.

On the rare, rare, rare occasions he deigns to talk to a reporter, if that reporter dares to mention his father the same thing always happens:

First, he uses his version of the Endeavour patented, 'I don't care if you live or die so I'll gladly walk over your lifeless corpse' stare on that reporter for about thirty seconds. Then he walks off without saying a word.

And then he never acknowledges that reporter's existence ever again.

And this is not because he's trying to spare anyone's reputation, or even to try and harm Endeavour; his contempt of the media is that low that he genuinely thinks talking about his father with them is a complete waste of time.

...Well, anyways, beyond all that, a few more thoughts on this AU concept as a whole: there is no Dabi here, he genuinely died. There is, in fact, no AFO at all, and the greater plot of MHA basiclly isn't happening; All Might is, depending on when whatever story is happening is in the timeline, either in his final years of heroism or retired, and with no successor, because Izuku ruins Shoto's glorious clusterfuck. The people are there, sure, but society isn't quite at that point of seconds away from falling to pieces, so they're all in different places (if I commit to more world building on this I'll try to figure out where the more relevent people actually are). If this ends up with a greater plot beyond 'various stories of AU Todorokis', I like to think it'd focus on the HC as the main villains in how they're controlling and perverting heroism.

I like the idea of Shoto killing his father and going on a villain origin story as part of a long running psychotic break, I really do, but I honestly also like the 'Rebel Hero' dynamic I literally just came up with today; I'm conflicted. As kind of a middle ground it's easy to put off Rei's confrontation until years after he becomes a hero, and even justify it (because, you know. Never coming to see her is an Endeavour thing to do) so I can get both, but it feels like a cop out, like I'm refusing to commit.

Meanwhile, while working on how Rei is thinking (that is to say, I took the canon blank slate and blatantly made shit up), I'm wondering if I should make her a villain, here; after stabbing Endeavour, she escapes, and takes on a lot of the Dabi energy this story doesn't really have. No real development, just the idea of it: I'm still on the fence if it's good or not, but I think it's interesting so I'm mulling it over, and waiting to see what happens in my rotten swamp of a mind.

I think this is one of my few non-critical posts? I don't think it belongs in the usual 'mha/bnha critical' tags I use, anyways.

#endeavour critical #rebel!todoroki au #i have no idea why I'm brainstorming this #fuyumi is politely an asshole #'ah yes I've heard of endeavour'#natsuo is blatantly an asshole #'every day I wake up I pray he trips on a banana and dies'#rei gives no shits #and is murderous #shoto gives no shits #the 'rebel hero' shoto #why am i doing this

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copperbadge · 2 years

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I have zero experience with Adderall but I wanted to ask if you feel any, I guess, momentum for accomplishing things even when it wears off? One of my major "tasks I can't force myself to start" is my bedtime routine (washing my face, brushing/flossing my teeth, a couple of other steps), so I don't end up falling asleep in my work clothes with my light on sometime between 8 and 10pm, but obviously I wouldn't still want the Adderall to be fully in effect at that point because, well, I need to sleep. Does the relief of having ability to accomplish things while on Adderall give you any kind of boost even when it's wearing off?

Yeah, the bedtime routine can be rough. I used to have a list of all the steps tacked up on my bathroom mirror, so a) I wouldn't forget any and b) they'd seem more manageable since I only had to do one at a time. Ironically, I found the more elaborate I made the routine the less I needed this, so for the last few years it's like a half-hour performance art piece before I crawl into bed. Bananas.

The short version of the answer is "Yes, but not how you think." Here's the longer version, with a few caveats: I have only been taking Adderall for a month, my diagnosis is inattentive-only and mild to begin with, and drug interactions can vary greatly from person to person, so this is my experience, not a universal constant.

For me, the primary impact of the medication isn't more energy; there is some increased mental clarity, but the biggest effect is that I see a task, I think "I should do that", and then instead of going "I can't, I don't feel like I can" for an hour before managing it, or forgetting to do it, I just...go ahead and do it. Sometimes I'll even see a task, go "I can't, it's so unpleasant, I don't want to" and decide not to do it, then find myself doing it anyway without consciously deciding to. Which is awesome but also quite the trip at first.

The effect wears down after about three hours and wears off completely in about five. After it wears off, I don't retain that "okay but I'll just go ahead and do it" sensibility, but I do have more energy than I would normally have at that point in the day, because I haven't spent the last five hours fighting my own brain. Two doses over the course of a full workday leaves me way more energy than I would normally have at the end of the day. So I eat a better dinner, I do more hobbies, I can read or answer email in the evenings. I can work during the day and write in the evening instead of putting off work during the day so that I can write before I get tired.

So it's not that the drug's still doing something, but that the drug basically gives me the equivalent of a free four-hour nap. On top of that, I feel better about myself overall because I did my work and my chores, so usually nothing awful is looming over my head.

Thinking on it, I was also already living in a way that was optimized for this kind of medication, so this is bonus material but may help you out too. I get up very early -- my normal rising time used to be 3, it's now edging closer to 5 -- which allows me morning time to eat an early breakfast, goof around, and do as I please until it's time to get ready for work around 8am for an 8:30 start. At that point I take my medication on an "empty stomach" (at least two hours after eating) and then go straight into the shower, after which I dress, feed the cats, and fix myself a big jug of icewater to keep at my desk. This is timed out so that right as I'm sitting down, the meds kick in and I can answer email, square away anything left over from yesterday's work, and get a jump on the day.

Because I ate breakfast so early I usually eat a snack around 10am, which means when the Adderall is wearing off around 1pm I can take another one on another "empty stomach" and then have a second snack at 2pm. That all sees me through the end of the workday and I have a handful of evening hours for chores, hobbies, etc after which I go to bed early enough (7pm-9pm generally) that I'm not entirely worn out when it's time to start the evening routine.

It's not a perfect system (evening socializing doesn't really happen, and I never really eat a full meal during daylight hours) but it works pretty well for me, and the Adderall slotted right in there very easily.

In any case if you're looking into medication, good luck! I was shocked at how well the meds work for me, and I hope they work as well for you!

#sam has adhd #one month followup with my psych today!#not actually going to send him a link to the sam has adhd tag but i bet i use a lot of material from it

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sawyerquinnbrown · 8 months

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Spotlight on Captain Cobalt vs. the Sinister Scientist

Here's the cover for one of my published plays, Captain Cobalt vs the Sinister Scientist, which is available for purchase at Next Stage Press!

A vaudeville-style comedy straight out of Saturday morning cartoons. This play has 18 characters and is intended to be performed by only 2 women. Captain Cobalt is an up-and-coming superhero trying to balance her heroic deeds with her secret identity, Cyanna Conda, the lowly pet store clerk. She battles everything from giant squid monsters to cheese-themed supervillains, encountering any number of bystanders (and a love interest) along the way. The final showdown, however, is with Captain Cobalt’s nemesis, the nefarious Dr. Killington, the mad scientist who insists that SHE is the hero of the story. Captain Cobalt et. al. encourage lots of audience interaction (cheering and booing especially) along the way. The set can be as stripped-down or elaborate as the production pleases, but the most important part…all the props are bananas. (Yes, actual literal bananas. The kind that pop when you throw them.)

I'd greatly appreciate a reblog to spread the word about my play, and it's available for purchase here, $5 for a digital copy and $10 for a physical copy that you can hold in your hands and put on your bookshelf and feel so cool that you know the playwright.

Click through the Read More for a sample of the script!

(Josh, an Obnoxious Little Kid, comes onstage, playing a handheld video game/banana.)

JOSH. What are you, some kind of a stupid superhero?

CAPTAIN. No, I am an intelligent superhero. Captain Cobalt! What is your name, young...child?

JOSH. Josh.

CAPTAIN. So...how old are you?

JOSH. Old enough to know you’re a stupidhead. My mom says--

CAPTAIN. Doesn’t your mother tell you not to be rude? Or not to talk to strangers?

JOSH. MY MOM SAYS that superheroes destroy too much stuff in the city.

CAPTAIN. Any damage that I might incur is caused in the name of justice and righting wrongs!

JOSH. There’s a kid at my school named Justice.

CAPTAIN (thrown). Really?

JOSH. Yeah. (They stare at each other.) Are you...are you fightin’ an’ stuff for him?

CAPTAIN. I...yes. In a general sense. I’m fighting for everyone, so I suppose, while I fight for justice for all, I am also, yes, somewhat fighting for a small child named ‘Justice.’ Since he is part of ‘all,’ and thus, under my purview. (Josh is clearly confused.) Umbrella. Under my...yes, under my umbrella. The umbrella that encompasses all of this city, and eventually, all of the world. With my magnificent powers, I can defend all those who need defending! The older gentleman selling newspapers on the street-corner! The women waiting in line at a bank! Janitorial staff! Socialites! Troglodytes! Optometrists! Soccer moms drinking smoothies in minivans! From the nonagenarians in retirement homes...all the way to the tiny children asking rude questions of superheroes in the street. (She gestures to Josh.) All are under my metaphorical umbrella...of justice! (She poses.)

JOSH. You took Justice’s umbrella?

CAPTAIN. No, I--

JOSH. I don’t think it’s very nice of you to take Justice’s umbrella.

CAPTAIN. It’s not a real umbrella.

JOSH. Did you break it?

CAPTAIN. What? How dare you --

JOSH. Did you break the umbrella. My mom says that it’s not nice to take other people’s things--

CAPTAIN. I don’t even know this ‘Justice’ person!

JOSH. You took his umbrella.

CAPTAIN. I didn’t.

JOSH. Yes, you did.

CAPTAIN. No! I didn’t!

JOSH. Yes, you did! (He blows a raspberry, turns to go, then turns back.) Oh, and also? You smell like dead fish. (Turns to go, turns back.) Oh, and also? You look like a dead fish. (Turns to go, turns back.) Oh, and also? (He pauses. Captain Cobalt waits expectantly. Finally) I forgot what I was going to say. (He finally leaves.)

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Read the rest of the first act for free on Next Stage Press!

Once again, I'd super appreciate a reblog, and even a follow of my writing blog if you're feeling generous and would like to see more comedic writing!

#writing #humor #funny #plays #scripts #superheroes #supervillains #comic books #bananas

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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Could you elaborate more on sailor evans?

Yes!

Chris will get a letter thinking that it’s going to be a sweet message from you.

It’s not.

You’re asking him to buy you a new Lego set and giving him an IOU.

You’re giving him very critical movie reviews of his movies: dumb bitch on steriods 10/10, the banana up the butt is scarring 4 me -20/10, disgusting, etc…

You’ve sent him a challenge coin that you won off of a very high ranking superior and told him to keep it safe. He wonders how the hell you got it.

You’ve also sent him large dollar bills and it leaves him being very curious on why he’s become your bank and how you get this type of money.

You don’t really call. Never really ever have. But when you do, it’s to give the most chaotic and shortest update known to mankind with a bunch of military jargon that he has to Google later. You’ll usually end with a threat— “don’t touch my shit or I’ll beat your ass up.”

#chris evans x sailor!reader #chris evans x sister!reader #chris evans headcanon

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squigglywindy · 2 years

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Whumptober Day Seven

Title: The way you shake and shiver

Prompts Used: Shaking hands, Seizure, Silent Panic Attack

Warnings: Injury. Panic attack (of the silent variety). Poison. Seizure. Death, but it's a bad guy and he's there for like three seconds. Blood. This one's a little graphic, but not worse than day three.

Whumpee(s): Warriors physically, Wind mentally

General Notes: Me: *has bad day*. Also me: "Time to project on my blorbo". Why yes I did research how far away you can hear someone in the woods, and I did ignore what I learned. I am so sorry for referring to Warriors as a 'boneless noodle'.

This one got away from me, as they all seem to. In my opinion, it's one of the best. But that's me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It was supposed to be a simple patrol - that was all. They were meant to look around, establish a perimeter, and return to camp with either an ‘all clear’, or ‘there are bears nearby, we should move’. It was nothing they hadn’t done a hundred times before.

Wind was chatting absently about a group of wild horses they’d seen earlier when Warriors abruptly slapped a hand over his mouth, cutting off his excited rambling and tugging him closer with a sharp “shhh!”

Wind obediently fell silent, ears perking for whatever sound had caused Warriors to abruptly be on high-alert. When he heard it, it was subtle. Just a slight rustle of leaves, and the snap of a twig. Something was nearby, and until they knew otherwise, it was safest to assume it wasn’t a bird or something else equally as harmless.

The sound of a bow being fired was all the warning they got, and for a moment, Wind was sure that nothing had actually happened. Just a sharp intake of breath from Warriors as if he had been startled, and it wasn’t until he exhaled that Wind caught on. Warriors’ breath left him as a suppressed whine; the breath of someone absolutely determined not to scream.

Wind ripped Warriors’ hand away from his mouth, and it was easier than he expected it to be; and when he turned around, he saw why. Warriors had an arrow embedded in his right bicep, through his scarf which was rapidly turning purple as his blood mixed with the blue fabric.

“Wars!” Wind yelped, drawing his own bow and knocking an arrow, spinning a hasty circle to search for the culprit. He heard them before he saw them, the distinct little giggle of a Yiga who had found their mark. The victory laugh was a mistake, and Wind jerked toward the sound and loosed his arrow as soon as he saw the emotionless mask of the culprit. It struck in the center of the Yiga’s chest, pinning them to a tree before they vanished in a puff of multicolored rupees and bananas.

“Wind?” Warriors’ voice was shaky, and Wind jerked toward him at the sound. “I...” he swallowed thickly, swayed, and Wind rushed forward to grab his arms and hold him steady. “I can’t feel anything,” Warriors panted, voice slurred. “I think that was poisoned.”

“Poisoned!?” Wind squawked helplessly, but had no time to plead for elaboration before he had to catch Warriors when he pitched forward. It was a haphazard descent to the ground; more of a controlled fall than anything else, and by the time they hit, Warriors was incoherent.

“Wars?” Wind tried, shaking his intact shoulder slightly and earning little more than a string of nonsense syllables in return. Wind looked around frantically and came up sorely short of anything helpful, and the only real upside was that they were, at the very least, armed. And the yiga was gone, assuming he didn’t have backup. That was a chance he was willing to take. “Help!” He called, hoping beyond hope that they were close enough for the others to hear. He could always leave Warriors and run to grab someone, but that was far too risky. Warriors was in no state to defend himself, and if he truly was poisoned, then this was a time-sensitive problem in a way that a simple arrow-to-the-shoulder wouldn’t be. Wind was alone, completely out of his depth, and on a time crunch. It wasn’t ideal.

Still, there were things that had to be done, and it was up to him to do them. First and foremost, the poison. Whatever it was and however it worked, it probably wasn’t the best of ideas to leave the poisoned arrowhead in Warriors’ arm. Removing it would undoubtedly create a whole host of new problems, but one step at a time.

Wind clenched his fists for a moment and took a deep breath, willing his hands to stop shaking so he could do as little harm as possible. It only half worked, but he would take what he could get.

He curled his left hand around the shaft of the arrow, and quickly moved his right to pin down Warriors’ good shoulder when the captain tried to jerk away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Wind chanted under his breath, quickly stuffing one end of Warriors’ scarf into his mouth to serve as a bite-guard. “One, two, three,” he counted down, more for his own benefit than anything; Warriors was too far gone to care.

Wind shoved the arrow forward, resolutely ignoring the bone-chilling sound of the arrow being forcibly shoved out of the other side of Warriors arm; somewhere between a crunch and a squish, mingled with Warriors’ half-delirious scream - a jumble of sounds that Wind was sure would haunt him forever.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated pointlessly, drawing a knife and half-cutting half-breaking the fletching off of the arrow. He rolled Warriors slightly to the side so he could grasp the head of the arrow and yank it all the way through, instantly releasing a flow of blood that gathered on the ground.

It was almost automatic, the parts that came next. Using Warriors’ already ruined scarf and a nearby stick as a makeshift tourniquet, staunching the flow of blood with no choice but to create more potential future problems. With a little luck, someone would turn up soon and Hyrule would be able to fix it. Until then, the future functionality of Warriors’ arm wasn’t the priority.

For a moment, everything was okay. Warriors was still shot and poisoned, but the arrow was gone and the flow of blood was slowing. “You’re gonna be okay,” Wind assured, surprised by the steadiness of his own voice. Warriors’ eyes flicked around haphazardly, either not finding or not focusing on their target. If he had heard, he gave no indication.

Wind twisted around the tourniquet stick one more time for good measure, and started to push himself to his feet. He could run close enough to camp to be heard and be back by Warriors’ side in under two minutes, if he hurried; and it looked like the best option, now that the threat was almost definitely eliminated, and waiting seemed more dangerous than leaving him unattended for such a short time.

He made it a grand total of a single foot away before Warriors abruptly stiffened and began to convulse, blood spilling down his face as he bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed and hands curling tightly around some stray leaves.

“Wars!” Wind yelped, stumbling back over to Warriors, mindless of the rock his knee slammed into when he threw himself down beside his brother. He had been at least a little confident, before. He knew what to do about arrow wounds, and he knew how to fashion a tourniquet out of random items. He did not, however, know what to do about the fallout from poison.

Warriors was breathing, if nothing else, and when that breathing turned garbled Wind scrambled to grab Warriors’ good arm and heave him onto his side, allowing the blood and saliva to trickle out of his mouth and puddle on the ground rather than in his lungs. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” Wind muttered under his breath, mostly to himself since he was fairly sure Warriors couldn’t hear him. He grabbed Warriors’ good hand and pried his fingers open enough to hold it, wincing at the tiny rivulets of blood left behind by his fingernails.

He used the corner of his tunic to wipe at Warriors’ mouth, hanging on tightly to his hand while he waited for whatever this was to pass. He refused to entertain the possibility that it might not. Poison wasn’t meant to inconvenience; it was delivered to kill.

Against all odds, Warriors eventually fell still. Whether it was three minutes or half an hour Wind couldn’t reliably say; it felt like an entire day. Residual twitches worked their way through Warriors’ now-limp body, and his eyes rolled around behind his eyelids; and Wind took it as a sign of life even if it wasn’t exactly a good one. It was still life.

“I’m not going to try to leave you again,” Wind promised, huffing out a laugh that sounded deranged even to his own ears. “Let’s go find the others, they’ll know what to do.” It was a hollow promise filled with vows he couldn’t keep, but a promise that went unheard hardly counted as a promise broken.

Wind grabbed Warriors’ good arm, draping it over his shoulders and pushing himself to his feet, dragging Warriors up after him. He hauled him as much over his shoulder as he could get, but he couldn’t take his full weight, and the bottom foot or so of Warriors’ body was left dragging in the dirt; but it beat leaving him alone to aspirate on his own blood.

Warriors flopped like a boneless noodle, and Wind kept one hand on the makeshift tourniquet to keep it from loosening and becoming useless. It hadn’t felt like a long hike, when they were both conscious, walking, and healthy. Now, it felt like their chosen camping spot was miles away.

Wind shifted Warriors slightly so he could straighten, whistling their agreed-upon tune that meant they needed to regroup. He should have thought of it earlier, really; whistles usually carried further than voices. But in his defense, his mind had been on other things.

The reply was distant but immediate, and Wind wasted no time responding, adding the extra note that meant they needed to hurry. He received the confirmation whistle, and kept walking for what felt like an entire additional mile before help arrived.

Twilight came careening through the woods, beating the others in a way that Wind wasn’t willing to question at the moment. “Twi!” He panted, eagerly relinquishing Warriors when Twilight grabbed him, lifting the captain off of the sailor’s shoulder and lowering him to the ground.

“What happened?” Twilight asked, hands hovering helplessly over the arm, eyes flicking back and forth from the blood on Warriors’ arm, Warriors’ face, and Wind’s tunic.

“He got shot,” Wind began, clenching his hands as the shaking returned promptly at the Warriors hand-off. “By a Yiga, he said he thought it was poison, then he just...” he waved vaguely, gesticulating the approximate movements of someone falling over.

“He got poisoned!?” Wild careened into the scene, a wiggling skeleton arm in one hand and a massive ax in the other.

“Who got poisoned!?” Hyrule stumbled up behind him, face going pale and eyes blowing wide as they landed on Warriors. “What happened!?”

“He got poisoned!” Wild waved the skeleton arm.

“Someone got poisoned?” Time joined the crowd.

“Warriors!” Hyrule gestured wildly.

“Warriors got poisoned?” Legend popped up.

“Who did what?” Four panted, bracing himself against a tree and pointing to Warriors. “What happened to him?”

“What happened to who?” Sky wheezed, finally joining the group and steadying himself on Time’s shoulder as he caught his breath. “Is everybody okay?”

“No!” Wind snapped, far past annoyed with their antics. “Warriors got shot by a Yiga and poisoned!”

“Yiga have poison?” Wild frowned, completely missing the point.

“How long has it been?” Hyrule asked, producing his bag and already beginning to rummage as he knelt beside Warriors and Twilight.

“It...I don’t know,” Wind raked a hand through his hair and throught. “We hadn’t gotten that far, so...almost as long as we’ve been gone?” He had absolutely no idea how long that was, but hopefully Hyrule had some concept of when they had left. “He collapsed almost immediately, then he started shaking like...like he’d been shocked or something. And I got the arrow out, and stopped the bleeding, and...I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You did everything right,” Hyrule soothed, producing a vial from his bag and popping the cork out of it before nodding toward Twilight. “Will you lift his head? This should counteract the poison, and he’ll be as good as new in um...not very long.”

Twilight obediently slid his arm under Warriors shoulders and pushed him up, allowing Hyrule access to tip the strangely colored slime down Warriors’ throat.

Hyrule’s hand glowed slightly and he moved it to Warriors’ jaw, quickly healing his busted lip before moving to his arm and knitting together the torn flesh until it was little more than a fresh pink scar. He pulled the tourniquet off and turned expectantly toward Wind. “Are you hurt?”

Wind shook his head rapidly, eyes still trained on Warriors. He barely reacted when Time put a hand on his shoulder and spoke. “Let’s get him back to camp; he’ll probably be out for a while.”

Time and Twilight each took one of Warriors’ arms and lifted him, hauling him with apparent ease all the way back to their little camp. It didn’t seem to take as long, now that they were all together and Warriors was on the mend.

Nobody had bothered to put out the fire before dashing madly through the woods, so the camp was fully set up and ready for camping when they arrived.

Legend dragged Warriors’ bedroll closer out from under a tree and to the warmth of the fire, in the most external show of genuine concern he was likely to show for the captain. “I want his shade,” he defended under his breath, moving his own bedroll over to where Warriors’ used to be despite it being nearly dark.

Everyone shuffled around after that, setting up their respective sleeping areas and shooting concerned glances toward Warriors. He hadn’t stirred, but some of his color had returned, and at the very least, he wasn't convulsing anymore. Just laying there, like a lifeless log.

“I’ll take first watch,” Hyrule volunteered. The ‘just in case’ went unsaid, but everyone heard it anyway.

“You need to rest,” Sky argued. “I’ll do it.”

“I’ll do it,” Wind shook his head, unwilling to let Warriors out of his sight until he proved he was going to be okay.

“You should take a break,” Twilight objected.

“I’m fine,” Wind glared, despite feeling no real frustration toward the rancher. He probably should take a break. But he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway, and there was no point in multiple people being awake. He stalked over and dropped down beside Warriors, staring resolutely at the fire in stubborn protest of anyone who would dare fight him on the matter.

Time looked him up and down, downright scrutinizing until he was satisfied. “Very well; you take first. Wake me for second.”

There were no immediate takers for third, and Four eventually raised his hand to volunteer.

With watches settled, everyone quieted down and settled into their bedrolls. Hyrule checked over Warriors one more time before retreating, and though everyone laid down and fell into silence, it was painfully apparent that nobody was sleeping.

Blankets rustled as assorted Links tossed and turned, and not a single breath evened out in the indication of sleep. Nights like these came and went for every one of them; and sometimes, after days like these, they came for everyone at once.

Wind ignored his very-much-awake brothers and scooted closer to Warriors after a while, scooping his hand up off the ground and holding it, playing absently with his cold, motionless fingers. His other hand moved to Warriors’ shoulder, tugging aside his tunic enough to get a better look at the now mostly-healed injury. It looked so harmless, now. Not at all like it had a small handful of hours earlier, back when Warriors was hanging onto life by a thread. When he was bleeding and seizing and nobody who knew what to do was around to help.

Warriors could have died; had come very close. And suddenly, now that everything was basically okay and Warriors was almost definitely going to pull through, it felt very real. The poison, the blood, the absolutely terrible moment when Wind had made it feel impossibly worse by crunching the arrow clear through Warriors’ arm. Hyrule had said that Wind did everything right; but that didn’t stop it from being too close.

He was shaking again, and he was distantly aware of it, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. It felt as if there was a rock in his stomach, a hand around his throat, and a slowly-tightening belt around his lungs because Warriors had almost died. In some strange Hyrule that wasn’t even his own, swept away by dimension-hopping portals and never to return home.

He didn’t hear anyone approach, which was probably why the hand that landed on his shoulder caused him to jump clear out of his skin. “It’s just me,” Time rumbled softly, sitting down beside him and tossing an arm around his shoulders, tugging Wind snuggly against his side and propping his chin on his head. “Take a deep breath, sailor. He’s okay now.”

He tried to comply, but broke off halfway through a breath and gripped Warriors’ hand tighter. He didn’t know what he’d say even if he did have the air to argue, so he remained silent.

Warriors almost died looped around and around in his head, the only coherent thought he was capable of having. He thought Time might be talking, but he couldn't process it past his own thoughts. He gulped greedily at air that felt entirely unsatisfying, clutching Warriors’ arm to his chest and leaning into Time, knowing he wouldn’t actually calm down until Warriors gave them some real indication that he would survive. That the last few nightmarish hours wouldn’t be Wind’s last memory of him. That that pained scream wouldn’t be the last sound he’d ever hear escape his brother’s lips. Because Warriors almost died, and for the moment, a horrible ‘and still could’ was still hanging over them.

Wolfie showed up on the side opposite Time, and Wind buried one hand into his fur, trying to follow along when the wolf took a pointedly exaggerated breath.

Once again, the passage of time was an abstract thing, but some significant amount passed before Warriors’ hand finally twitched in Wind’s grasp, and his eyes fluttered open filled with absolute confusion. “What...” he rasped, breaking off with a weak cough that caused him to grimace in sheer discomfort.

“Wars!” Wind yelped, and it sounded more desperate than excited, but he couldn’t be bothered to care. His ears twitched uncomfortably at the sound of his own voice, the first sign that he’d apparently been crying; which was a heck of a thing not to notice, so he must have been zoning pretty hard. But that didn’t matter anymore; not with Warriors awake. “You’re okay?” It was meant to sound like an assurance, but it came out a question, and he didn’t correct it. He wasn’t sure, afterall. Mere seconds ago he had himself convinced that Warriors would never come back from this.

Warriors cleared his throat, flicking his tongue across his lips and blinking sluggishly. “I...think so?” He lifted the hand that Wind wasn’t holding and flexed his fingers experimentally. “What...what happened?”

“You were shot by a Yiga and poisoned,” Legend dropped down beside Wolfie and gave him a tight nod of acknowledgement. “You’re awake.”

“I...kind of remember that?” Warriors rubbed tiredly at his face before tilting his head toward Wind and frowning. “What’s wrong? Did they get you too?”

Wind shook his head rapidly, letting up on Warriors’ hand just enough to allow blood-flow. “I’m fine. Now, anyway. I’m glad you’re okay.” It was the understatement of the century, but Warriors definitely didn’t need the long version of exactly how glad he was right now. He just needed to worry about himself, and getting better. Because he would get better.

Warriors squeezed Wind’s hand and gave him a weak smile. “Thanks, for...whatever you did to make me stop being very poisoned in the woods and start being less poisoned in camp.”

Wind laughed, only slightly less deranged than earlier. “Any time.” He had never wished so hard to never have the opportunity to keep a promise.

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