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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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Idk why but i have this hc that when Spider was younger, he disappeared for a couple days to see if anyone noticed, and nobody did. Like, the scientists assumed he was with the Sullies and the Sullies thought he was with the scientists. So after that he tried it a couple more times, and still nobody really noticed. he got into the habit of disappearing into the forest for days. With that being said, he tries it with whoever adopted him and they flip out. Sorry this is long lol.

gods he would.

he would wait, wait for someoone to be worried, each time he would disappear he would stay out in the woods longer, praying to Eywa, his Mother, that someone would notice, someone would come looking.

everytime he would go back starving, dirty, and dehydrated; he'd chug water till he felt sick and then sleep for hours, and still no one worried.

eventually he pushed himself to far, and it took hours to find the kid, passed out in a shivering ball, no one had seen him in days, and by the time he did he was on his last of his spare battery. instead of being doted on, he was scoffed at and lectured on running away and being safe in the woods. he never told anyone why he did it, never told them he just wanted to see if anyone cared.

after that he only stays out there for a day at a time, normally sneaking to either one of his 'homes' in the cover of night. no one asks questions, no one even notices, or if they do, no one says anything.

so when he starts doing it around Quaritch, never being able to wander far, but avoiding him on the ship to see if he would notice, sending the man into a panic each and every time. Quaritch will pretend not to care, but after the boy dodges him for hours, letting the man believe he was lost, he can't help but let it show a little. it's worse when spider does it in the field, cause again, he can't wander far, but he's good at hiding, and he'll put Quaritch and the team on their heads, making them nervous as all hell that something bad happened to him.

when he does it to ronal and tonowari, he gets to very aggressive love and affection and a shit ton of worry. they both go out searching for him, his siblings too, searching day and night till they find him (it doesn't take long, but it feels like an eternity to them). when they find him, it feels like they've always got a hand on him, he can't break away from any alone time, and he can't pretend like they don't care. they hold him like he's going to vanish, they beg him not to run off like that again, they shower him with love and affection.

when ronal asks him why he doesn't really have an answer. he knows why he used to do it, but is that still why he does it? he can barely mutter his answer when he finally gives into his prodding.

"used to run off... see if people... if they would notice"

"notice?"

"notice if I ran off... if I disappeared"

"oh my child"

she would hold him for hours if she could, she would never put him down for the rest of her life if it meant her son would never have to run away just to know people cared.

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tequiilasunriise · 3 months

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“In another life, I loved you right.”

“In another life, you loved me at all.”

Tag your ship(s).

#okay i’ll start off uhhhh lets see here #griddlehark #you have to imagine the vibes with me harrow as the first and gideon as the second just IMAGINE lemme cook here #bumbleby #but specifically during their V5 divorce arc bc All That Matters owns my ass #‘the one thing that I can count on is that I cant count on you’? YEAAHHH I LOVE FLUFFY BEES BUT WWHEEWWW THEIR BREAKUP ERA WAS SO GOOD TOO #rosebird #do I really need to explain? raven as one summer as two is the obvious route BUT imagine summer as one and raven as two #now. now thats POWERFUL oh the implications #schneewood forest #wondercheetah #tyzula #THE GIRLS WHO GET IT!!! GET IT!!!#white raven #yeah this one’s obvious if you know you know #lightcannon #okay. jinx as one and lux as two. but then flip them and watch the world burn IYKYK!!!!#harlivy #again imagine the specific vibes of Ivy continuously offering her heart to the ONE (1!) human she’s vulnerable to #vs Harley continuously running back to the joker bc she cant break the cycle of abuse like. LIKE AGAIN ITS A VERY SPECIFIC VIBE #rwby #the locked tomb #tlt #nevermore webtoon #i cant think of anything else rn uhhh oops all sapphics

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starflungwaddledee · 6 months

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I know your pinned post was from a few months ago, but welcome to the Kirby fandom! (I just found you, hehe)

Your Waddle Dee OC is super-cute and Morpho Dee, excuse me?? How dare that be so wonderful and sad?

I've been on a quest to send positive vibes, so have some! 💖

hello, thank you so much!! it's only a month or so old; i joined right before october so that i could participate in kirbytober! i still feel very new here but so far folks have been really nice and welcoming and i really appreciate it haha!

i'm so glad you like them both! they're kind of on opposite sides of the vibe spectrum but uh.. here's an attempt!

(dialogue-free version under the cut)

#wait. *should* she??#accidental visual parallel with the bow and the butterfly wings here! hadn't thought about that #asks #my art #starstruck dee #morpho dee #can i tag this for him without breaking my own heart? i'll try #b-ban--#bandana waddle dee

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goodobservationshirley · 9 months

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Emotions can guide you where memories can't. [...] It's something that forgetting can't take from you. Love.

#strange new worlds #snw #snwedit #no but you don't understand #she asked to be taken home #and one of the first things she saw getting out of that lift is chapel #and for one small moment #it felt right to her #it. felt. right.#she saw chapel and she was like #here she is. this is home. this makes sense.#chapel/ortegas and chapel/t'pring are two delicious angsty pairings you don't understand how much this is my jam #my girl christine can break so many hearts and also her own

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kefisdemise · 2 years

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ronance but it focuses on robin as she navigates her growing feelings for nancy versus the fear of falling in love with someone that she KNOWS someone else (cough steve) had loved at one point

imagine her wanting to reach out to get her own happiness but being afraid of losing the closest friend she’s ever made by overstepping some unspoken boundary. imagine her craving nancy’s presence but not knowing how to act around her and steve combined. imagine her anguish over wanting so many things she doesn’t think she can have at the same time.

bro.

#ronance #im breaking my own heart here man #robin deserves the world #the ENTIRE WORLD OK #RONANCE BRAINROT

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kim-woonhak · 10 months

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#here we go again <3 this should be less painful than last time (for u. not for me.. it is so much worse for me...)#for the record these r MY FAVES <3 im truly sorry if ur faves didnt make the 9 choice cut :')#like ik objectively yohan should be on here but im a daehyeonist myself #also meg advised me to make cravity their own separate poll so i might do that depending on whether i think it might break my heart or not #i also do not have that many luvitytuals :( so maybe i should leave that for someone else to tackle in the future

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cheeekycharchar · 9 months

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"You can't leave this bookshop." "Oh, Crowley… Nothing lasts forever." "…No. No, I don't suppose it does."

I feel like this scene was exactly the same as:

"What does your exactly mean exactly? I feel like your exactly and my exactly are different exactlys."

The "Nothing lasts forever" line felt like not only a general misunderstanding of perspective on the situation like the "exactlys" line but also.. I think Aziraphale was repeating something Crowley must have once said to him long, long ago.

Possibly something Crowley once told him as a comfort to console him during a troubling moment and Crowley being Crowley gives him a gentle reminder that "nothing lasts forever" and that it's okay to let whatever bad thing might have happened go. It's life. Things will change and it's all going to be fine someday. It will be better.

Because Aziraphale's "Nothing lasts forever" sounded like an old conversation he was quoting to give Crowley the same feeling he felt at the time when he needed to hear something comforting for what seems like a bad situation (which I have an entire headcanon for what that situation might actually be for a later post.. or fanfic >_> lol).

But Crowley, stopping for a moment, looking up to the side to remember those words echoing back at him and thinking Aziraphale is telling him that "Nothing lasts forever" as in, things are always going to be changing no matter how important and ever lasting they once seemed. And to just let it go and move on.

For anyone that's been in a long term relationship, even the good ones can struggle with the simplest of misunderstandings like this.

I just really hope that in S3, we see a flashback mini-sode alluding to a big historical event that brings up this quote again. I swear it's like half a conversation from another time they were referring to here. Someday we'll know for sure….. sighs back to waiting….

#Good Omens #GO2 #GO3 #I swear if I could ever find the time.. I have an entire headcanon theory of what this might be referring to #and it will either be a post here.. or a giant ass fanfic someday lol!#good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers #good omens theory #good omens speculations #good omens headcanon #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #I keep breaking my own heart with these posts but it helps calm my anxieties of waiting for S3 D:

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oflights · 11 months

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Hi Allie! Love your fics and your prompt fills are great so far! If you still have room for more prompts, do you want to write something about time travel? Your time travel story in hockey RPF is one of my favorite fanfics ever and I would love to see your Drarry take. No pressure, though!

ahh hi, hello!! i have to tell you that this ask kind of broke my brain a little and gave me a new idea (not a Time Traveler's Wife AU, god, never again, bless u though) that i think is probably, sort of, maybe possibly going to turn into a real fic at some point? maybe?

here's 1.6k words of it for now hahaha. this is: professional time traveler draco who goes on an assignment back to the late 80s in surrey and maybe, sort of, possibly, accidentally kidnaps 7-year-old harry potter back to his time. yeah. enjoy? more to come someday???

Draco waits in an anxious crouch at the hearth, thighs straining, cursing himself for not just giving in to his aching back and getting on all fours. Not that that’s great for his knees—and Draco loves doing this mental exercise in his 30s, he really does, it’s—

“What do you want?” Blaise asks when he activates his Floo. He’s sitting with his legs slung over the arm of a chair, a book in his hands—upside down, because he’d definitely just picked it up and posed like that to answer the Floo. Draco rolls his eyes, face turned downward.

“Can you, erm, come over? Right now?”

“Right now?” Blaise echoes lazily. “I thought you were on assignment.”

“Right, I was, but I’m back now, and—”

“I hardly even noticed.”

Now Draco really rolls his eyes, and does not hide it; he doesn’t have the patience for this routine. “You are aware that when I’m on assignment, no time passes for you because I return directly to the moment in time where I first traveled from, right? So of course you wouldn’t have noticed, you never notice, and you just—look. Never mind. I need you to come over, right now.”

Now Blaise pinches the bridge of his nose with a frown. “Ugh. All that talk gives me a headache, you know that, Draco. Not the best way to get me to agree to your demands.”

“What if you agree to my demands because if you don’t, I will go over there and drag you through the Floo by your ear—”

“I’ve a full stone on you; unless you can time magic your way into some upper body strength—”

“I will get Greg and make him do it. Blaise.” Blaise finally looks up, the frown lingering. “I’m not joking. Please come here.”

For a moment, Blaise frowns deeply enough that it seems as if he is going to agree. He even puts down the book he’s not reading.

And then he gives Draco a slow, honeyed grin. “What’s in it for me?”

It takes the promise of a few good bottles of wine, a vow to join Blaise and his mother for tea with the latest stepfather, and all the money Draco has in his pocket—over 100 Galleons, unfortunately—to coax Blaise through the Floo. By then, Draco’s back is aching and it cracks ominously when he stands up, but the drops his hands from it as soon as Blaise steps through.

“All right,” Blaise says with a heavy sigh. “What’s so urgent?”

“It’s—I just—see, the thing is—” Draco paces, wringing his hands together, wincing at how sweaty they are. “It’s just that—oh, bollocks. I just need to show you.” Draco grabs Blaise by the wrist, ignoring his look of appalled offense, and marches him down the hall to the drawing room, where he casts a Notice-Me-Not and inches open the door. “Look,” he whispers, and Blaise pokes his head through and sucks in a breath.

“Is that—” Blaise says, and Draco shushes him quickly and shoves him back as the child looks up, frowning. He’s been frowning since Draco first saw him, hadn’t even stopped when Draco brought him here and scrounged up every abandoned toy Pansy’s girls or Teddy had ever left behind and presented them to him. He’d frowned when Draco asked him if he wanted something to eat, frowned harder when Draco had practically run to the kitchen to throw a jam sandwich together with shaking hands because he knew that, despite what the child said, he was surely hungry, he had to be, he—

“Sorry,” Draco says hastily as 7-year-old Harry Potter turns his frown in the direction of the cracked open door, ending the Notice-Me-Not. “Just, ah, checking on you. Everything all right?”

Harry just keeps frowning. He’s got a small soft toy in the form of a dragon in his hands, but he drops it on the tea table as Draco’s eyes sweep over it, placing his hands quickly in his lap. The plate from the sandwich is utterly empty, devoid even of crumbs, and the glass of milk is similarly drained, and Harry’s eyes flash to them with a guilt that shouldn’t be there, sending another fissure of heartbreak through Draco.

“Another sandwich?” he asks, knowing the answer he’s going to get and knowing the answer that’s true.

Harry shakes his head, the barest hint of movement; his tiny, too-thin shoulders are hunched. Draco takes a steadying breath, gives a firm, determined nod, and says, “I’ll be right back.”

He pushes back, where Blaise is stood to the side now, gaping. “Come on,” Draco whispers. “I’ll explain while I make him another sandwich.”

“Draco,” Blaise says urgently as he follows Draco on another dash to the kitchen. “Tell me that’s not Harry Potter.”

“It’s not Harry Potter,” Draco says in an utterly flat, emotionless voice. Blaise groans out loud.

“It’s finally happened. You’ve lost your mind completely; that job of yours has smoothed out every remaining wrinkle in your brain. Pansy was right, we should’ve staged an intervention years ago, it’s our fault, really—”

“It is, I’m in complete agreement,” Draco says, nodding vigorously as he slams into the swinging kitchen door. Everything to make the jam sandwich is still laid out on the bench, so he slices bread with shaking hands and then turns the knife on Blaise, a glob of jam trembling at the end of it. “I’ll have that intervention now, if it’s on offer.”

“It’s a bit bloody late for it, isn’t it?” Blaise says, rubbing his hands over his face. “Is he—that’s not adult Potter on potions, is it? Is this not as bad as I think it is?”

“No, and no, it’s definitely much worse than you think it is,” Draco says as he scrapes butter up on his knife and then scrapes it over the bread rather desperately. “It’s—look.” The knife drops with a clatter, and Draco whips out his pocket watch, shoving it under Blaise’s nose.

Blaise squints down at it. “I—Draco, you know I haven’t the foggiest what any of these mad instruments say. What am I looking at?”

“Do you see that ticking hand there? The green one?” Draco asks, jabbing his finger at it. “That’s our timeline. And the rest—all the different colored hands—those are other timelines. Sometimes I go to them to fix—things, aberrations, events falling too far out of control. Sometimes I go and—and destroy them, and the hands disappear. And sometimes I just go back in my timeline, the green timeline, and go on assignment, and I get bored because my assignment is in a horrible place called Little Whinging, Surrey, and I have time to kill—don’t laugh—and I decide to peek in on my old school rival and see if I can find any fun childhood embarrassments to make fun of for the next time he forgets who I am and tries to drunkenly hit on me at the pub—”

“Oh, good god, Draco.”

“—you know, when he calls me Dresden and asks where I went to school because he would’ve remembered—”

“It’s pathetic and absurd that you’re still completely fucking hung up on that, Draco, it was months ago—”

“Vengeance takes time!”

“Kidnapping someone from the past is a little far for vengeance! You are insane!”

“No, it’s not—” Draco takes a shuddering breath and turns back to the sandwich, struggling to unscrew the jam jar while still holding the pocket watch. “This isn’t vengeance. You didn’t see—I didn’t know—”

“Know what? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“It was—they treated him horribly, Blaise, I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—”

Draco hears Blaise suck in a harsh, shocked breath. “So this is—bloody hell. You’re not planning on sending him back?”

“I can’t. Even if I wanted to—look.” He whirls around with the watch again and points at a different hand. “See that—that tiny hand, the little red one? That’s a new timeline. It appeared when I brought him back here.”

Blaise stares at him in utter shock, more genuine emotion on his face that Draco’s ever seen. “So you created a new timeline, all on your own? Have you ever done that before?”

“Of course not. It’s utterly forbidden, it’s disastrous, I may have broken the universe. It’s—it’s the end of my time-traveling career.” Draco’s voice breaks on the last few words, and he turns back to the bench, wrenching the jam jar open, piling jam on top of the butter and then pulling out a new plate to serve it on. A flick of his wand and there’s a new glass, milk pouring into it, splashing out a little where Draco can’t keep a steady hand. His breathing is coming fast and a little wheezy.

“What are you going to do?” Blaise asks in a hushed, pitying voice.

Draco thinks about it for a second, trembling in his kitchen. A thousand different scenarios are flaring out in his mind, all the possibilities—he’s always thinking in multiple timelines in his line of work, always considering every possible outcome and calculation and consequence. It brings up an unpleasant buzzing in his head, rushing in his ears, and he has to take a deep, deep breath.

Then he sets the sandwich plate and the glass of milk to Levitate by the door, puts the pocket watch on the bench, picks up the knife, and brings the hilt of it down onto the face of the watch, smashing it to pieces that scatter all around them, dozens of colorful hands and gears and shattered pieces of glass, time strewn all about.

“Right now, I’m going to give that child a jam sandwich,” Draco says.

#drarry #drarry fic #oflights #asks #anonymous #fic prompts #deaging sort of??#a lot is unsaid here because i am almost certainly going to make this a Thing lol #but i needed to get this out rn #am i going to break my own heart writing this eventually? yes probably #ain't that just the way #my fic

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