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lunamugetsu · 1 year

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I see a lot of people going with the idea that if Danny were to be captured and tortured by the GIW, that the main people that would find him are Young Justice, Teen Titans or the Justice League main heroes.

So I raise you this idea.

The one who finds the GIW facility that's keeping Danny prisoner is The Question. The resident faceless conspiracy theorist hero that works for the Justice League. (the one I'm thinking of is the guy from Justice League Unlimited. The one that got together with Huntress. You can imagine this with the Renee Montoya version if you want, but I'm just thinking of the guy Question)

Now hear me out. The Question is known for having crazy conspiracy theories and in the the cartoon, Supergirl asks Green Arrow why they have the Question on the roster for the Justice League since he has such crazy theories, he must be insane. And Green Arrow replies with that some of his theories have actually turned out to be true.

So couple that with how The Question gets crazy theories and he does investigate them on his own time. It wouldn't be a stretch that he finds out that there's an obscure government agency that he instantly starts getting suspicious of as there's very rarely any documentation he can find about it. But what hammers his suspicions in is the obscene amount of money that's being pumped into that agency and a serious of facilities that somehow exist and yet also do not exist but he knows it's real because some of them required a humongous power grid to be able to have the facility function.

The Question starts investigating the facilities. Going undercover finding obscure ways to get into the building. He gets in finds a super secure, heavily fortified area that he could tell where most of the energy is being powered to keep locked. He finds the lab areas where he can see the autopsy tables all with machinery that are definitely raise some eyebrows. He starts downloading information about the facility from their servers and finds that the codes to unlock the area that was blocked to him before.

He goes to investigate that area and low and behold, who does he see but an imprisoned Danny who has clearly been tortured. The Question would then go "well I'm breaking him out" and just does an impromptu jail break and takes the kid which sounds the alarm. They're getting the heck out of there. The Question contacts the Justice League gets him and the kid to the Watchtower.

Later on Danny is staying with the Question, because Danny need a place to stay and he's cool with the faceless dude that saved him from his prison. The dude is like super chill with all of the stuff he talks about and actively listening to everything he talked about. Even adding comments of his own like

"I knew it! Lunch Ladies are connected with creation of the mystery meat! And they're funded by the government so they can use it as a brain control weapon to control the future generation!"

"The politicians of today could possibly be possessed by the ghosts of the past. They're unwilling to relinquish any power they possessed even in the afterlife!"

Plus, Danny's like completely cool with making food and cleaning up after Question. Because one, the food doesn't come to life and try to attack him like it does at home. And two, the man keeps all of his conspiracy stuff pretty organized so there was hardly anything for Danny to clean up. And sure the guy has a weird lifestyle with things such as brushing his teeth with baking soda because he says fluoride is used by the government to be able to see the people better from their satellites. Or that he'll look through everybody's garbage and would sometimes drag Danny with him to help, which he later learns is a great way to gather information about someone. And having conversations with the dude is kind of creepy when he can't see the dude's face, but he gets used to it and then starts practicing his shape shifting to see freak out the other heroes when they see he has no face.

Meanwhile The Question would have moments while working where he's like "Wait! Did I feed the kid this morning?" also Huntress is there because she doesn't trust her boyfriend at keeping a human being alive, even if they are half dead.

#Danny phantom #DC #DP x DC #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #Justice League #Danny phantom x Justice League #question #Danny Fenton #dpxdc #dp x dc

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stars-and-inkpots · 7 months

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Had an idea for a gale x tav thingy where gales in love with a tough black cat type tav who wont admit their feelings until gale almost gets attacked in battle and she goes crazy, afterwards she almost says “my…” and says Gale but astarion and karlach know exactly what she was going ti say and gales just all heart eyes

I wasn't sure how to go about this and then suddenly, while I was supposed to be writing a project proposal last night, I finally got inspired. Thank you for the request, and I hope I did it justice because this was such a cute idea!

Realisations | Gale x Reader

You tolerate the wizard’s company, you tell yourself. You let him explain countless magical theories to you because there was nothing else to talk about anyways. You didn’t enjoy learning about them, and you surely didn’t think the way Gale’s eyes would light up when he spoke of something that particularly interested him was endearing. Surely not, you tell yourself. You had bigger things to worry about.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Blood, Blood and injury, Denial of Feelings, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort (briefly)

Ao3 Link: Realisations

Word Count: 1,225

Gale is determined to stay close to you a good majority of the time. He would ramble, and you would listen to him talk, barely acknowledging him. Yet, despite your apparent disinterest, you never told him to leave you in silence. He figures that you must enjoy his company to some extent, though perhaps it’s more of a hope. He assumes, however, that you do not share the feelings that he has for you. Any attempts at flirting were brushed off; your responses short and curt. Regardless, he is more than content to simply remain beside you, sharing each new thought that comes to mind.

So you continue walking, expression always indifferent, while Gale recounts the latest book he had been reading the night before.

You tolerate the wizard’s company, you tell yourself. You let him explain countless magical theories to you because there was nothing else to talk about anyways. You don’t enjoy learning about them, and you surely don’t think the way Gale’s eyes light up when he speaks of something that particularly interests him is endearing. Surely not, you tell yourself. You have bigger things to worry about.

You catch Astarion’s eyes for a moment, but you don’t notice the amusement in them before he turns back to Karlach and says something to her that you can’t hear.

At the front of your group, Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop suddenly. Lae’zel raises a hand, motioning for everyone to stop, and you’re immediately alert. Everyone is quiet, and even in the forest you're walking through there is a disconcerting sort of silence.

You look back at Wyll, and he moves his head slightly, gesturing to your left. When you glance over to where he nodded to, you notice the concealed threat in the bushes. Absolute cultists.

They must know they’ve been discovered, because the forest path explodes into sound. The cultists swarm your party; and you’re thankful for Lae’zel’s constant vigilance that has ensured the cultists didn’t catch you by surprise. There’s a concerning number of them, and if you didn’t notice them, you’re sure this would have gone far worse very quickly.

They’re fast; moving in and swiftly separating everyone from each other. They’re smart enough to know you fight better together; and in that same moment you have the sickening realisation that they probably also know exactly where- or rather who- your weak spots are.

Sure enough, cultists begin to swarm towards Gale and Astarion. Of course, both of them are incredibly skilled, but you know they are far more suited at a longer range. They won’t last long in their current state.

When you hear Gale cry out in pain, you’re immediately moving towards him.

Everything is a blur. You can hear your companions shouting over the clashing of metal. A burst of fire erupts somewhere to the right of you, and you aren’t sure whether it's from one of you or the cultists. Your own blade tears through countless cultists with a brutal swing. When you reach Gale, you manage to take out two of the three that are crowding around him, while he finishes off the other, fire erupting from his outstretched hand. You stay close to him, lashing out at any enemies who dare to come near. You can tell he’s trying not to show the pain he’s in while he watches your back as you watch his.

When all of the cultists are dealt with, you quickly turn to Gale who has taken a moment to sit down.

“My…” you trail off, snuffing out the word before it has a chance to escape you. “Gale, are you alright?” You say instead, kneeling beside him. You don’t see the way Karlach and Astarion glance at each other, almost exasperated as they watch the two of you interact.

He’s breathing heavily, clutching his arm close to his chest. “It’s not as bad as it looks, surely,” he tries to reassure you or maybe even himself. When you gently take his arm in your hands to assess the wound, he looks up at you, completely enamoured in spite of the blood that covers you. You don’t notice his stares, too preoccupied with making sure he’s okay and calling Shadowheart over for help.

When she finishes healing Gale, she turns to look at you, but you brush her concerned hand off.

“The bloods not mine, don’t worry,” you answer, and Gods, Gale should not find that as hot as he does.

She leaves the two of you to help the others with their own wounds. You help Gale to his feet, but your hands linger on his arm for just a moment longer than you need. There is no reason for this other than you just making sure he has his balance before you let go of him.

Surely no other reason.

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You and your companions only continue on for a little while longer before you decide to set up camp for the night.

Karlach gives you a look when she leaves to retire for the night, decidedly early you think to yourself, leaving you and Gale alone around the campfire.

You finally admit to yourself that perhaps there is a reason for the slight nervousness that fills you when the two of you are alone. The realisation comes to you while you stare into the fire and think about the day’s excitements.

You remember how worried you had been. The moment you heard Gale in pain, and how the only thing you could think of in that moment was protecting him. You didn’t even have to think about it. Perhaps, you consider, that is not the reaction that many would have when they claim to merely ‘tolerate’ someone. And perhaps, you reluctantly admit, you might actually care a great deal for the man. You bring your hands over your face and groan.

Gods, you really do care about him, so very much.

Gale rests a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

“Is everything alright? You can always unburden yourself with me,” he offers, so genuinely caring.

You look up at him, his eyes shining with firelight.

“I think I care about you a great deal,” you deadpan. Gale laughs, cheeks dusted slightly pink.

“Well, I would certainly hope so. I would hate to be a bother while we travel together.” But you can hear how his tone betrays him; that spark of hope that you don’t mean it in such a friendly manner.

“No, Gale. Like, I really care about you.” You can’t say anything more than that yet, and you hope he understands. It’s taken you this long to realise this alone. You hate talking about your feelings like this- at all even, far more accustomed to keeping them at an arm’s length; like a cat who wants attention but shies away from it at the same time.

Gale smiles. He’s happy to wait for you.

“I care about you, too,” he answers.

He shifts a little closer to you, and you let your shoulders rest against each other. You let out a breath, a sigh of relief.

This is nice, you decide. You don’t feel trapped, you don’t feel cornered. You feel safe and content with him at your side. And though it will take time before you can fully embrace your feelings, you know he’ll still be here when you do.

Neither of you notice Karlach give a silent whoop of victory on the edge of camp while Astarion begrudgingly hands over a handful of coin to her.

#baldurs gate x reader #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale x reader #x reader fic #baldurs gate 3 x reader #request #bg3

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okkalo · 1 year

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blue lock boys doing your makeup trend

characters: rin, yukimiya, shidou, isagi, chigiri

warnings: shidou 😟😟, cuss words

rin

- he’s trying.

- his focused face makes him look like he knows what he’s doing.

- he doesn’t.

- if you record he is literally glaring at the camera the whole time.

- names products by how they look. meaning u will NOT get the actual name out of him. (he knows blush and mascara though!!)

- “this is the brown liquid” (ur getting there!!)

- skips the primer.

- if u have multiple foundation colors he gets so confused why one doesn’t match 💀

- “the hell is this?” THE FACE HE MAKES TOO??

- puts on too much blush and just stares in wonder of what he did wrong.

- that or he applies the blush as lipstick

- he applies your lipstick (or i guess blush) weird?? makes you pucker your lips to do it LOL

- forces you to do your eyeliner and mascara because he doesn’t want to hurt you </3

- probably mumbles under his breath the whole time about how stuff isn’t working how it should

- giggle at him and he will give you a look and just leave.

- the finished look was a 6/10

isagi

- he’s trying but nicer.

- i can see him having no sense of color theory whatsoever so your eyeshadow and lipstick look HORRIBLE together

- probably this bright purple eyeshadow with a bright red lipstick

- he doesn’t forget anything though!!

- puts the concealer in all the wrong spots. he thinks it should go where the contour goes

- another guy to use blush as lipstick

- “that’s not right” at least he knows

- will do your eyeliner wing (which turned out to be horrible) but completely avoids your waterline

- avoids the mascara but watches in amazement as you curl your eyelashes

- gives you so many kisses throughout

- the finished look was a 3/10 😔

yukimiya

- he’s the best out of everyone because he actually knows what he’s doing.

- he might confuse the names at some point but is quick to fix his mistake.

- sososo gentle when applying products to your face too!

- he smiles so big once he sees you close your eyes at his light touch

- probably uses the wrong brushes </3

- goes down to your neck with your foundation!!

- does your eyeliner but doesn’t do your lashes (the wing is a 8/10)

- tries so hard on the eyeshadow but it just doesn’t work

- pretty colors but horrible with knowing where to stop (he went to your brows with it </3)

- he muttered a lot of soft “oops” during this time no doubt

- also gives a lot of kisses during this time

- actually so proud once he finishes it though

- compliment his abilities!!

- 9.1/10

shidou

- idk why u wanted him to do this.

- he’s literally making you look like a clown

- makes a mess of your makeup and does not care.

- probably super good at makeup too but just wants to be an asshole

- puts SO MUCH foundation on you. you are literally caked

- puts so much bronzer on too and swipes it in all the wrong directions

- a lot of product got in your nose because he gave that area a lot of attention

- absolutely went crazy with the blush. it is everywhere on your cheek.

- the same with highlighter.

- goes crazy with the setting powder as well. you both sneezed multiple times

- picks bright blue eyeshadow and goes way too far with it

- he was fr about to do your eyeliner and lashes (don’t let him. he will twitch during this time and i know it.)

- takes SO many pictures of you

- makes a video of you with the clown music in the background 💀

- 0/10. rethink ur decisions.

chigiri

- “stay still” x10.

- is good at makeup and knows what everything is but god forbid you move an inch. he literally told you to stop breathing once like??

- if you try to be funny and move your head to the side while he’s putting stuff on he will immediately stop and just give you a stare. no words to be said. he just stares. it’s not a nice stare either </3

- if you get distracted and look away while he’s getting a product he will yank your head back to the position he so desires.

- you’re actually kinda impressed with how well the makeup turns out.

- it’s a strong 8.5/10, he messed up the eyeliner and lipstick part (“maybe stay still next time”).

- will absolutely squish your cheeks and make you pucker your lips to kiss him at the end.

unedited thanks for reading!

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comradekatara · 2 months

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How do you think the ATLA storyline would change if Yue was the Avatar? (based on the theory that she was meant to be the Avatar if the cycle wasn't thrown off balance by the genocide/aang running away, explaining her birth circumstances)

I've always loved this au idea and was wondering how you think it would play out (yknow, yue being a waterbender, learning the elements and defeating ozai).

okay i mean obviously my immediate thought is “what role do katara and sokka play in this” because i refuse to entertain any AU wherein katara and sokka are not front and center. so i guess i could see kanna encouraging katara to escape to the north after a brush with the fire nation (zuko perhaps? he was in southern waters regardless of whether or not they found aang) leads kanna to realize that they aren’t safe in their village. so katara and sokka go up north (although it’s a lot less comfortable without a bison) and they get there in time for yue’s sixteenth birthday, which is when it’s announced that she is, in fact, the avatar.

katara gets really pissed off that pakku will make an exception to teach yue waterbending but not her, but pakku is just like “well she’s the princess and the avatar. you’re just a southern peasant” and katara goes OFF. at which point pakku realizes that she’s kanna’s granddaughter and is like “oh shit” etc etc. so katara and yue start learning side by side, and katara is like “so when are you going to leave the north pole and fight in the war?” and yue is just like. “the what.”

katara storms into the room she shares with sokka after practice one day and just goes “YUE DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT THE WAR” and sokka, who has been hopelessly pining over her with the knowledge that nothing could ever happen between them is just like “NOW’S MY CHANCE.” so he goes to yue and is like “i know this might sound crazy, but please hear me out,” and then explains, with no detail spared, the geopolitical conflict that has been ravaging the rest of the world for the past century. he somehow conveniently leaves out every personal tragedy he’s experienced, but it’s still incredibly comprehensive all told. and then he’s like “wouldn’t you know all this anyway? by being the avatar and being able to talk to your past lives?”

and yue suddenly realizes that the absurd nightmares she’s been plagued with all her life were actually memories, and she feels so guilty that she somehow never realized it sooner. so she goes to her father and tells him that as the avatar, is her duty to master all the elements and fight the firelord, and arnook is like, well as the princess it is your duty to remain safely in agna qel’a. so after yue feels that she has sufficiently mastered waterbending (and that katara can teach her the rest), she escapes with katara and sokka and they go to the earth kingdom to find an earthbending master (and they somehow manage to find toph). and so on and so forth.

ultimately, while i do think there’s something beautiful about yue reclaiming her power and autonomy, i still don’t think it’s more compelling than the original show, or the significance of aang’s central role. i do in fact firmly maintain that the only remotely compelling alternate avatar AUs are sokka, azula, mai, or ty lee. yue’s complicated tragedy is more compelling to me than yue being an empowered girlboss (sideyes natla). but it is kind of fun to think about. if nothing else, katara and yue being classmates is cute.

#yes i had to write out that entire stream of consciousness thought exercise just to realize that it doesn’t really work #idk man. it is what it is #twitterpat #asks #AUs #yue #katara #sokka #katara&yue

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zwolfgames · 4 months

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Yandere Alhaitham x reader

Requested: / (Havent even done the Sumeru quest but when you have motivation, you have to write.)

(Warnings: manipulation, i guess, plus kind of kidnapping.)

(3rd person POV)

'The late blossoms bloom when the sun stands at the top. Water evaporates when she shines. May the goddes strike as it falls again.' You repeat in your head as you read over the text.

"So is this an official document or some random dude's poetry?" You ask the scribe in front of you with a deadpann. This thing made no sense.

"What? It used to be on a stone tablet but I translated it for you." Alhaitham pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he sighs.

You make an 'oh' face and nod. You may be smart when it came to your academia major but not to things like this.

"So what do you think it means?" He asks you with a serious face.

Curse who-ever put you two together for this project. You had hoped you got one of your more familiar colleagues. But the one you'd be grave exploring with was none other then Alhaitham.

He was stoic, practically never listened to anything you said either with those stupid headphones of his.

"I'm not sure... but perhaps it's a riddle. Meaning that this 'goddes' will appear as the water falls again. Probably as in rain... after this 'sun at the top' so a summer." You think out loud and Alhaitham tilts his head just a bit. The only indication that he's listening.

Alhaitham nods, as if telling you to go on.

With what? You've read this text once. There was no more.

He sure was expecting more though. You sigh and read the translated text over again.

As you turned your gaze to the paper you failed to notice the subtle smile on a certain scribe's face as he looked at you.

Do you know why you were partnered up with him for this project?

Because he wanted that. Alhaitham has high influences in the Akedemia.

You wouldn't work with some other random colleague. And especially not that one you looked at with such adoring eyes.

He couldn't understand how you saw none of his signs. I mean, he translates the stone tablets for you. He brings you a coffee when he goes to get one.

How did you not see his overflowing love for you?

But that wasn't relevant at the moment. You were before him now. He had to be on his best behavior to impress you.

"So? Any more toughts?" He leaned his head in the palm of his hand, propped up on the table by his elbow.

He looked you in the eyes and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

He had a scary and intimidating gaze. Like It's piercing into your soul.

"Yea... I think, if my theories are correct, that this is a riddle. Meaning that the tomb we're researching might 'open' when the first rain falls after the summer." You explain in the most professional tone you can manage. Not wanting to piss this serious guy off.

"I see. Thats very good, Y/N." Alhaitham speaks quietly and looks at the paper himself. His hand brushes yours.

You think it's a normal accident.

It's not.

"So that means we have about a month of space to relax. The first rainfall doesn't happen untill then." Alhaitham informs with what you tought was a stoic face. It was a smile. Tough he was so bad at smiling, you'd never tell.

You nod and neaten your notes up a bit to occupy the silence that had befallen on you two.

That is untill something unexpected happned.

He took your left hand in his. Not strongly. Almost like he didn't want you to notice.

Like a ghost of a touch. But you weren't numb, you felt that.

"What are you doing?" You say in confusion as you look up at him and then back at your held hand.

"Nothing." He says stoically. His hand no longer holding yours. It's like it never happned. Thats how faint it felt.

Did it happen? Were you going crazy?

You blink and shrug it off, tough you can't help the hairs on your neck standing up.

Alhaitham just... creeped you out somehow. You didn't know if it was because of his eyes or simply because of how smart and powerfull he was. Perhaps both.

An awkward silence commenced between you and the scribe. Honestly, you wanted to get eaten by the floor right now.

It seems your awkwardness wasn't shared by Alhaitham as he simply watched you. Like a predator would it's prey.

Thats how it appeared to you at the very least. Alhaitham was actually just looking at you with loving eyes.

His face just couldnt portray that.

So, as the seconds ticked on agonizingly long you waited for any sort of words to come from him.

There were no words. He reached over and oh so gently brushed a stray strand of hair back into your usual hairstyle.

And guess what. He denied that too when you asked him what he was doing.

Were you... dreaming, perhaps?

Because this was too eerie to comprehend.

Just silently being stared at.

Luckily for you, your working hours came to an end and you could bid Alhaitham farewell. In... an awkard manner but it was polite.

You walked back to your little house outside of Sumeru's main city. Just casually cooking dinner.

If you had to guess, you'd need to meet with Alhaitham twice or thrice more to discus the plans for the actual thomb diving mission.

But for now, you could let that slip out of your worries.

A nice plate of spicy food later and you're in your bedroom. Observing various clues about the thomb.

Just some notes of old explorers and travelers, nothing out of the ordinairy.

No one's ever been inside. Thats the only thing salvageble about this project. You may have to work with Alhaitham, but you got to explore the unknown!

As such, days pass. You've discussed the plans with Alhaitham now. There was no need to see the man untill the first rainfall of the season.

So now, you could enjoy your daily activities.

Like talking to your crush- colleague.

A nice student at the Akedemia, like you.

You've known him since before you two enrolled here, and honestly, you've caught quite the crush.

But someone wasn't pleased with that.

You didn't notice, he knew you wouldn't, that he was watching from the sidelines.

Alhaitham had to watch how you fawned over some simpleton.

He almost felt bad for what he was about to do. Untill remembering that for once in his life, he was allowed to be selfish.

He had done his duties, helped the Akedemia. And look at that. You were one of the people in it. So shouldn't he get a reward of choice for being so helpfull and amazing?

He would, in due time. He only had to be patient for a couple more weeks.

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"Y/N. Stop pacing like that." Alhaitham sneered in annoyance.

You've been pacing in front of the thombs entrance for half an hour now. The rain was slowly stopping. Only a few droplets falling on your soaked form.

Yes, Alhaitham had an umbrella, he even offered for you to cole stand under it with him but you declined.

Not wanting to stand that close to him or wait in one place.

He watched you pace. Your hair dripping rain water, he saw you shiver. But he couldn't act on his smothering insticts... yet.

You nod and stop pacing, now biting your lip and bouncing your foot as you wait.

Alhaitham sighed at your nervous behavior.

You tought he absolutly hated your guts... wich made the waiting all the more agonizing.

Eventually, the drizzle comes to a spot and the entrance opens.

You squeel and observe each and every detail in the newly opened door.

Alhaitham approached and put a firm and strong hand on your shoulder. Keeping you grounded.

He nudges you inside, tough he subtly makes you walk behind him, as if protecting you from... uh.. dust?

That analogy was very wrong since after you two descended the stairs, deeper into the thomb, there stand a robotic creature. Its face eroded.

It looked eerie and old. You were guessing this was the 'goddes'.

It surely was big enough for the title but you had a feeling that it's god-like beauty had long faded.

It creaks as it moves, the gears scraping against eachother harshly. It's old.

Alhaitham notices its movement and pushes you to the side of the room.

"Don't dare move, stay there." He orders in the harshest manner you've heard of him yet.

He unsheats his two swords and circles around the mechanic goddes in an intimidating way.

Even with its impressing size, you could already tell who would win.

The scribe waits for the bot to make it's first move as he circles it.

The mechanic goddes moves its arm for a swing. Its slow and creaky.

You bet ut was an unstopable killing machience back in its glory days.

As the bit has attacked first, Alhaitham takes the chance to strike it. First, a simple blow to put it off balance.

And then, a swift strike to the core.

He twists the blade and the bot twists and stutters untill it's few lights fade and it slumps to the ground with a loud thud.

It's mechanical body limp on the floor, sprawled out like a true goddes.

You almost feel sad for it. It had to protect this thomb and it tried... wich had led to its 'death'.

Alhaitham doesn't even spare a glance at it's body and turns back to you.

"Come on, we can move on." He says like that bot was nothing. Gesturing for you to come to him with his hand.

You shake your head to break out of your shock and step closer to him.

I mean, if he wanted you dead he would have let the robot do it...

He leads the way, further into the thomb.

Its beautifull.

The sunlight shines in from certain hole's in the roof and somehow the decorative fountains and ponds have remained clear over the centuries.

You look in awe at all the vines and flowers that grew here.

Its like a small paradise.

You got exited and ran around to see everything.

Taking photo's for the Akademia with your kamera. Surprisingly, Alhaitham didn't stop you from exploring. Wich was strange.

You had tought he'd be that cautious guy who would tell you to watch out for traps.

Maybe he was just as enamoured by the thomb as you!

You find multiple rooms. Its almost like it's a cool house.

A dining room made of the same stone as the thomb. Nicely decorated with plants and flowers.

Likewise were the other rooms.

A bathing room, bedroom, multiple lounging rooms.

Yea, who-ever died here had a nice place to lounge in the afterlife.

So you continue trough the thomb, trying to find the actual room where the potential dead person was.

Perhaps a royal, or someone of high status?

You just had to know who this beautifull thomb was for!

You eventually cirkled back to the hall that lead to the room with the robot in.

Only to find the door...

Gone?

Closed?

Well whatever it was, it was now just a dead end. And that freaked you out.

You opened your mouth to shout for Alhaitham in a panicked manner, thinking he was still in the room with the bot, or perhaps in the thomb.

But you didn't get the chance to scream as he appeared behind you and put a hand on your mouth, silencing you siwftly as his other hand snaked around your waist in a firm grip.

"Don't scream. They won't hear you. Do you like my surprise darling?" He murmured as his breath hit your ear. He was close, uncomfrotably so.

He let his hand fall off your mouth so he could hug you closer.

"What do you mean?" You ask, voice shaky. Nothing was making sense.

"So smart, yet so clueless." Alhaitham chuckled and caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. Still standing behind you.

You felt offended, not to mention uncomfrotable.

You were left stunned as he kissed the top of your head.

So loving. What was happening.

"Y/N... you're mine now... do you realise that?" He whispers and turns you around softly, facing back to the thomb.

You were so confused, he found it adorable.

It was so easy to get you intrested in this thomb he had forged.

Create fake files. Make a bad robot. Some riddles...

And you were hooked! Enough to work with him. Something you never did, even avoided.

And now, you'd live here, where no one but him could admire you.

You liked this place no? The pretty water, the nature, the sunlight trough the ceiling.

You'd be stuck in paradise. Isn't that amazing?

Just you and him. You wouldn't be able to stare at that crush of yours, so he wouldn't have to get jealous.

It was a perfect plan. This way, you could have the whole thomb to walk around and live in, and he could keep you to himself.

"What is that even supposed to mean?" You practically growl and begin to squirm in his grip.

He laughs and lets go. He knew it wouldn't be easy to get you to love him back.

It didn't need to be easy. As long as he had you where he wanted. They had all the time in the world.

Oh how saddned the Akedemia would be to find out a student had gone missing.

Good thing he would take care for you.

"Relax, Y/N. Welcome to your new house. With me, your new husband." Alhaitham laughed, a genuine show of emotions but it only looked deranged to you. It just felt too out of character for the stoic scribe.

"You can't just decide that." You back away but he doesn't mind.

You'd realise his love for you in due time.

And he'd make that realization start with a passionate kiss.

______☆______ Okay Shows over, you can go home.

Lol, this was originally only slightly yandere and mostly angst, but i changed my mind ehe.

So now i hope you enjoyed this monstrosity, i dont even like Alhaitham either.

Have a nice day/night!

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#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere alhaitham #genshin #yandere genshin impact #alhaitham #yandere oneshot

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confused-wanderer · 7 months

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Soap always goes too hard.

If theres not enough food, he cuts his portion size down to two bites, smiling while he claims to be stuffed and fine for the next five days. He’s the one who takes three lashings instead of one, a smile on his lips throughout.

But would he let it happen to anyone else?

No.

If there’s anyone on base who’s injured, he fusses over them and takes care of their wounds first, brushing off the fact that his wounds are still bleeding a shade too red. He’s the one who hollers at superiors if they pull too much shit on anyone else, yet for himself he allows them to take it a little farther.

Always a protector, never for himself. One day, Ghost and Price lounging in a dark office on base just cuz they can, simply enjoying each others company while they sort through the paperwork they’re supposed to get done. When suddenly there’s heavy footsteps, and voices start coming into focus.

“Soap-”

“Gaz you must be off yet heid! What’re ye babbling on about?”

And that gets their attention. Price’s eyebrows are raised, Ghost looks towards the door. The voices were heightened, angered and frustrated. This wasn’t like the two at all.

“Soap”, Gaz’s tone is exasperated and out of breath, as if he was trying to catch upto the other man, “mate if you think I’m being crazy-theory then just tell me the truth!”

“There’s nothing tae tell”, and that tone sets alarm bells off. Price and Ghost share a quick glance, both edging closer to the door. Johnnys voice was always warm. It was always open, inviting. This was cold. Harsh, like cutting down any further arguments and demanding silence.

“Really John? Mate.. why didn’t you get your wounds checked out? Again. They were sore, scarred and so many darker shades than purple then they should’ve been, and you can’t tell me they didn’t hurt! Why didn’t you say something?”

“Ah was fine Gaz it wasnae that bad-“

“YOU WERE BLEEDING. STILL. You ran around, you got everyone out the last mission and spent three days without any medical attention or food! What sane person does that?? How careless can you be-”

“Ah amn’t careless. I could take it-“

“No. No Johnny shut the fuck up. You were trying to see how much you could take. You always do this, you take pain too far, you take everything too far! If no one is allowed to be in pain then why are you?”

“KYLE. It’snae like that.”

There’s silence, Price and Ghost both waiting for the conversation to continue. The Captain’s breathing was shallow, cigar long forgotten- a sure sign he was worried. Ghost was no better either, hands clenching the papers so right they’d almost ripped while his blood boiled.

Silence settles, heavy footsteps retreating before they hear a sharp intake.

“.. do you like it?”

“Of course not Gaz! What do yah take me for?”

The image of Soap and Gaz staring each other down flashes in Ghost’s eyes, Soap looking at Gaz like he thought the other was insane, hands gesturing everywhere, Gaz looking concerned and frustrated at the Scot with his arms crossed and a frown.

There’s a silent conversation the two hold, Ghost is sure. A argument that Gaz wins apparently, the way Soap lets out a frustrated sigh. Price looks at Ghost, as if to ask if he knew what was going on. He simply shakes his head at the older man, holding his breath to hear if there was any noise outside.

There’s another set of footsteps following Soap’s, before they halt right in front of the office. There’s a soft exhale, and a shaky breath as Kyle steadies himself.

“.. oh my god...”

Ghost can almost imagine the scene: Gaz staring at Soap, eyes wide open in shock- or rather horror as he looks at the other man. He hears motion a little further down- Johnny presumably turning around at the sound.

“.. Soap… “, Gaz’s voice is so low now Ghost has to strain to hear it. He was pleading, with a note of something gut-wrenching he couldn’t identify.

“please.. please for the love of god don’t tell me you think you deserve it?”

They’d always said silence was worth a thousand words. And yet this time, it only said one. One word that was so loud, Johnny might as well have said it himself.

The look on Price’s face matched how Ghost felt in that moment of realisation, and his heart broke just a little bit more than he thought it could.

#lieutenant ghost #lieutenant simon ghost riley #lieutenant riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #sergeant john #sergeant garrick gaz kyle #sergeant johnny mactavish #sergeant soap #johnny mctavish #johnny soap mactavish #Johnny Mactavish angst #angst!soap #team 141 #captain price #captain john price

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littlecharmingenvy · 10 months

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Belphie Headcannons

This is the first thing I've written for a fandom in literal YEARS so forgive me if I'm a little rusty- but anyways belphie headcannons!

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), mentions of lesson 16, belphie being a little shit

~SFW~

<3- Steals your clothes to put them on his pillows to sleep with. Doesn't matter if you're in a relationship or not, as soon as he gets comfortable with you, say goodbye to your comfy sweatshirts

<3- Very clingy. Thinks he's being slick ab it (he's not) always finding excuses as to why he ended up right where you are, totallyyy a coincidence. Brushing your teeth? That's crazy, so is he. Getting up for a midnight snack? Suddenly he's wide awake. For a yandere, he's got an awful lot of tsundere habits

<3- If he knows you'll be busy with plans with someone else -especially one of his brothers- he just so happens to fall asleep directly on your lap and just won't wake up. Oh, you weren't able to make it? That's ok, you can just nap with him instead :)

<3- ^^^ only gets away with this because he's the youngest. He knows his siblings can't bring themselves to be as mad at him as they should when he brings out the puppy eyes and he uses that to his full advantage

<3- Speaking of the puppy eyes, no one's safe except for MC. Bonus points if they're an oldest sibling who's used to it from their own siblings, or are a youngest sibling themselves so they know what tf is up. The others don't know how they don't fall for it, and it frustrates Belphie as much as it entertains him

<3- Even tho he's fairly small for a demon, he still stands at about 6'2. He's the second shortest of his brothers, Asmo being the shortest.

<3- Still gets nightmares from when he killed MC. He always goes to them for comfort, but the guilt of it all eats him alive. He never tells them why he's upset, but MC has an idea

<3- This man wouldn't know a coping mechanism if it hit him in the face. Relies on Beel to process things and to comfort him, which Beel is happy to do. Belphie tries to return the favor when he can. He's awful at comforting people, but Beel finds his awkwardness with it strangely comforting

<3- overall this man is just a pisces (bitch) who is too tired to process things. but, he is sweet when he wants to be

~NSFW ~

<3- brat. Doesn't matter if hes domming or subbing, full fledged brat. Anything you want from him, you'll have to (figuratively) beat it out of him

<3- He's torn between preferring to dom or sub. On one hand, he loves the control domming gives him, as well as any chance he can get to break you. On the other hand, he doesn't have the energy to a lot of the time. Plus, it's nice to let himself get taken care of sometimes. doesn't mean you won't have to fight him to get him to sub tho

<3- Prefers receiving versus giving head. He doesn't mind giving, in fact he enjoys it, but boys just lazy :(

<3- Does enjoy when you sit on his face, especially since it's less work for him. Likes teasing you by making you keep eye contact, and will stop if you do.

<3- I've seen a lot of people say he would fall asleep during it, and as hilarious as that image is, I'm not sure if he would. Idk, I just feel like he'd be too into it to fall asleep. Might fall asleep while you give him head tho-

<3- in theory, he'd have some pretty out there kinks, but they normally stay confined to his fantasies, as he doesn't feel like putting the effort in to test them out and totally not because he's scared you'll think they're weird

<3- Overstim him!!! please!!! He'll stop his bratting real quick once he realizes you still aren't stopping after he's cum for the 3rd time-

<3- On the opposite end, if you want to see him cry, edge him. He can take being overstimulated like a champ, but with edging he'll break after 15 minutes if you're lucky

<3- adores cockwarming, and will often fall asleep while inside of you despite your protest. He just wants to be as close to you as he can get, especially after a hard day. How could you say no when he asks so nicely? :(

<3- not much aftercare from him. If you ask, he'll help you clean up, but otherwise he tells himself he'll deal with it when he wakes up. always regrets it when he wakes up tho

anyways hope y'all enjoy!!! live, laugh, lethargic-

#don't come at me for the pisces slander-#i'm a pisces too #obey me #obey me smut #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #smut #obey me belphegor smut #obey me belphie #om! belphegor #belphegor x reader #om! belphie #otome

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 7 months

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hey guys, y'all remember (checks notes) three entire months ago when i started writing that 5+1 of eddie and transfem stevie calling each other husband and wife?

well here's chapter two finally. bone apple teeth.

on ao3 here (on my life i cannot find my post for chapter one so you're gonna have to read it there)

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Movie night at Stevie’s is now a time honoured tradition amongst the four older teens involved in fighting Vecna the first time around. Occasionally Jonathan and Argyle will show up too, but this time it’s just Nancy, Robin, Stevie, and Eddie, curled up in clumps around Stevie’s tv. They’ve finished the first movie and are now a solid chunk of the way through the second, and the late hour is combining with the few beers they’ve had and the warm fuzzy blankets they’re swaddled in to make them all happy and sleepy.

Stevie looks across the room, where Rob and Nancy are curled up on the sofa opposite, burrito-ed in one blanket, leaning their heads against each other as they both doze off. Robin is drooling lightly onto Nancy’s hair. Eddie, cuddled in a similar blanket burrito with Stevie, snickers.

“Nancy’s gonna flip her shit when she wakes up and finds an entire gallon of Buckley-spit in her hair,” he whispers, careful not to wake the girls across the room.

Stevie laughs softly, and watches as Nancy shuffles a little in her sleep, moving closer to Robin. “No she won’t. She’s got it bad.”

“God, she really does. You know she told me the other day she watched Robin trip over a curb and then yell at it and she thought it was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.”

With a snort, Stevie shakes her head. “Glad they finally got together- Robin was insufferable with all that pining.”

Eddie giggles, curling further into Stevie under the blanket and tangling his fingers with the hem of her shirt, seemingly without thought. She decides to tell herself that the reason she’s so breathless is from laughing at the girls’ ridiculousness and not the feeling of Eddie’s rings brushing against the soft skin of her stomach.

“Man, if you thought Robin was bad you should’ve heard Nancy,” Eddie says, tearing Stevie’s focus away from his fingers and towards his mouth, smiling and whispering and so very close to her. “Swear to God, every time we hung out, Nancy was all sighs and heart eyes.”

Stevie laughs, only to immediately cut herself off with a yawn. “Man, more tired than I thought I guess. Those two had the right idea.”

“I’m not that surprised you’re tired honestly. Further proof of my ‘Rob and Steph are connected at the brain’ theory- she goes down and you follow right after.”

Stevie snorts and bats weakly at Eddie’s chest. The blanket is warm and it’s really compounding the sleepiness problem. Eddie smiles at her, nudging her slightly.

“C’mon, sleepyhead,” he says, voice and smile both equally soft. “Let’s get you up to bed.”

Stevie groans. “But I’m comfyyyyyyy.”

“You’ll be more comfy in your bed, y’know. With your five million blankets that you have for some reason.”

“It’s the estrogen. She’s done some good work for me, but she’s wreaked havoc on my internal body temperature.”

Eddie stands up, gently removing himself from the burrito blanket and slowly letting Stevie acclimate to the cold air he lets in in his absence. “Weird payoff, but can’t argue with those results,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows like a cartoon character with pointed looks to Stevie’s burgeoning chest.

Stevie huffs, gratefully taking Eddie’s proffered hand as she tries not to take his implied compliment to heart. She knows he’s just trying to be nice.

He’s been one of her biggest cheerleaders throughout her transition, knowing how nervous she was about estrogen, no matter how crazy her concerns were. Like, what if it didn’t do anything? What if it did too much and she didn’t like it? She’d been confident in her looks as a man- like, yeah, looking like that had made her want to die a little bit, but she’d known objectively that she was attractive. Now, with her appearance in such a state of flux, she’s gotten a little more self-conscious, and to Eddie this is apparently unacceptable. So he seems to go out of his way to compliment her every time he sees her. Her hair, her makeup, her clothes, and yeah, her slowly-growing tits and hips.

But she has to remind herself it doesn’t mean anything. Eddie’s just a nice guy trying to make his self-conscious friend feel better about her body, no matter how much she wishes he were appreciating her features for what they were. Eddie likes men. Eddie sees her as a woman. Both things she knows as fact, and so it follows that Eddie doesn’t like her.

It’s fine. She can deal.

Eddie hauls her up off the couch, laughing quietly when she immediately gets tangled in the remnants of their blanket burrito. He gently helps her extricate herself from it, and graciously allows her to slump her sleepy form into his side as he leads them towards the stairs.

As they begin to mount the stairs, though, the worst happens.

“Hey!” Nancy whisper-shouts, sounding all sleep-rumpled. “If you’re gonna talk shit about your friends while they sleep, do it quieter.”

Stevie and Eddie both wince, chorusing their apologies.

“And if you’re gonna talk about pining, maybe look in the mirror sometime. Now shoo, I’m cuddling my girlfriend.”

Stevie’s stomach drops through her feet. She doesn’t really register murmuring another apology, walking up the stairs with Eddie on autopilot, feet bringing her to her bedroom despite how much she wants to run away right now.

Eddie seems to be similarly in shock- probably the only reason he hasn’t tried to gently but firmly turn her down- as he sits on her bed with its million blankets, staring at his hands. Stevie remains standing, wringing her own hands nervously, not really sure what to do now that her cover’s been blown by a grumpy Nancy who was honestly probably still half-asleep.

“That was-” Eddie begins, his voice small and sounding apologetic.

Stevie can’t take whatever he’s about to say. So she cuts him off. “It’s okay,” she reassures him. “Nance was just- I mean, yeah, I have a crush on you and I’ve probably been annoying her and Rob about it, but I can- I know you’re not into me, hell, you’re not into women, I know that, and I can, like, deal with it. I’ve been dealing with it. So you don’t have to- I’m not, like, expecting anything, we can just be friends-”

“Wait, I don’t like women?” Eddie asks. He looks honestly thrown by this assertion, which in turn is throwing Stevie.

“Eddie, you wax lyrical about the male form, like, daily. I’ve never seen you look at a girl the way you look at posters of George Michael.”

Eddie softens at this, pats the bed next to him. Stevie sits, a little bewildered, and Eddie turns his whole body towards her, taking her hands in his. “Stevie,” he says, whisper soft. “You’ve never seen me look at a girl like that because if I’m with you, I’m staring at you.”

Stevie’s eyes widen. “You- what?”

Eddie looks down at their joined hands, laughs a little self-deprecatingly as he rubs circles into the back of her hand with his thumb. “Honestly, I was freaking out just now because I thought Nancy was talking to me there. I’ve talked her ear off basically non-stop about how out of my league you are.”

“Oh,” Stevie says. “You like me?”

Eddie smiles. “How could I not, sweetheart?” He rubs his thumb over his ring that’s still on her finger. “We’re married, remember?”

And Stevie’s heart melts. “Okay,” she says, helpless to stop the besotted smile spreading over her face. “Just checking- ignore all that earlier.”

Eddie laughs, bringing his hand to her cheek and stroking it so, so softly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Okay. Can I-”

Stevie doesn’t even let him get his question out before she’s rushing forward and capturing his lips in a kiss.

#steddie #transfem steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

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ye-local-simp · 1 year

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Hi everyone!! Just some Grim theories and questions I needed to get out of my head!! May have spoilers

I don't think Yuu is the only one who is from another world. Don't you think Grim is too? Considering he knows nothing about Twisted Wonderland. Like he didn't know what Spelldrive or even Halloween. I understand he probably didn't come from the cities, but he must have at least heard of one of these once. For example, for Yuu, there is absolutely no way they should have heard of Spelldrive. There was no magic, and in their world, it wasn't an event. But if Spelldrive is so well known(even enough fo Tv) , it makes me think, " How has Grim never ever even heard of this"

Also before I kept brushing off the question about why he even came to NRC but now that I think about that's actually a good question. I feel like NRC was way too specific. Like there is something else that drove Grim to NRC rather.Because if he just wanted to become a great mage, he would've looked for another prestigious school like RSA (back then he didn't even know about the types of people who studied there) after being kicked out by Riddle. This also sparks the other question "How?"If he was travelling in the wild, how did he know abou NRC, its not like monsters would communicate with each other. Or if Grim was just floating around Twisted Wonderland, surely, he must have been spotted by someone. Like taken into custody because why would people have a direbeast amongst magicless people. Even if they didn't see Grim as a direbeast, they would see him as a familiar and insist on finding his owner

Also we know that he is a monster but I don't know if I'm the one who wasn't paying attention to the game but it does seem like no one actually knows what Grim actually is? I find it weird that the professors for such a prestigious college doesn't know what Grim is, and I'm assuming they actually do know a lot about the different creatures of Twst. I know about the overblot that happened at the beginning but its weird how no one knows a single thing about Grim. They called him a "direbeast" but that's still too vague. For example, a phantom is a monster, but if we had to specify, we would call then phantoms. But for Grim, I feel like we can't specify here. So I really can't tell who he is meant to be based on.

His past. I get that Grim doesn't actually know much of his past, but he is bound to come from SOME where. Not even his parents. During the winter break, he didn't show an ounce of feeling like going out. It makes me wonder as well that he hasn't shown any sign of curiosity about himself as well. All he knows is that he is a monster, and he wants to become a good mage(I don't think he even knows why he wants to be a good mage). It just sounds like someone brainwashed him to wanting that like that is just a future he can see himself doing, it don't even know if he truly feels for this.

Idia's findings.What I find weird is that he says when he tried to measure blot numbers, it goes crazy like people who turned into Phantoms. I think that Grim is actually a phantom. The question is, is the phantom of who? Most of the phantoms we have seen through the overblots are linked( for example, the old lady phantom for Vil's overblot). Grim must be linked to someone else. I am actually not sure if it is Yuu since Yuu is incapable of using magic, but then again, who knows. But then again, he is way too close to Yuu, like them both being one student, the fact he was so attached to Yuu at Chapter 6, and maybe even them both sharing Ramshackle.

Lastly, this links to what I just said. I think that Grim is actually a very power-hungry monster. Yes, he had shown some feelings for Yuu during Chapter 6, but it shows that all he wants is to be a strong magic user. For example, eating the stones, he ate the stones before losing control, I feel like those stones somehow contained a bit of "evil" from the users. Like Riddle is now more lenient for the rules, Vil understands he is still beautiful even though he still lost the performance, Azul is letting the contracts go etc and the evil that inspired them to do that in the first place is getting onto Grim especially after Grim's outburst( that's why I feel like after every black stone he eats, the more evil/crazy and monstrous he becomes, rather than power because it seems as if he already had the power in the first place but he just needed the feral part that makes him a "monster"). Plus, he even said that he didn't feel anything after eating them. If it had something to do with Power,.he would have felt more powerful, but maybe instead, it was evil since that is more of a mindset thing.

Sorry! I feel like I analysed this way too much😅

#twst theory #twisted wonderland theory #twst theores #twisted wonderland theories #i really needed this out of my head.#twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst theories #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

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bytemycupcakes · 2 months

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Rewatched the TADC pilot to refresh my memory as a new friend got into it and a new theory has passed through my brain.

Remember Kinger asking about the Insect collection at the start of the episode?

Remember how the fandom decided Kinger likes bugs because of it?

What if theres a different reason? (Or what if theres more to it than just liking bugs?)

Now for this I'm bouncing off the popular "Kinger made the circus" theory.

Imagine for a moment, what if Kinger, pre-getting trapped. Called this project his own special insect collection.

As it Collects people. And puts them On Display as if they were little Insects. Powerless to their situation. Unaware of what really happened, only knowing that they're now Trapped Somewhere.

Just think. Why else would this be said As the group is talking about Pomni being a new trapped human? Kinger is ment to be insane so the comment can easily be brushed off, but if we assume he was once far smarter than he now appears, it could mean more.

"But he says it about the Gloink queens nest too, shouldnt that completely destroy the theory?"

It could if you want to see it that way, sure. Or the previous conversation could still be on his mind, Or its a Moment of his clear Insanity causing him to repeat things when not fully relevant. Given the structure this is building off of, we're assuming this is a phrase Kinger has said a lot in his pre-circus life and likely inside it as well. When the mind goes it leans back on familiarity, thus repeating things. And besides, a nest being called an insect collection isnt too crazy of a stretch. I'll admit I havent thought too deeply how to explain the Gloink Queen insect collection phrase. Its also a question of if it needs to be explained away at all. This is more so for why its said the first time, as it comes out of nowhere and REALLY doesn't make sense.

#tadc #kinger tadc #pomni tadc #technically at least #tadc theory

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mamashenanigans · 2 years

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(A lot of people love this post. Please follow me for more crazy theories and head canons….puh-lease?)

Everyone is all “Oh, yeah AFO knew the whole time Izuku is his son” etc and so on, blah blah blah.

Now, hear me out:

AFO has NO idea.

He had a relationship with Inko early on, but she found information that her lover may be a villain. She tried to talk to him about it, but he was either always too busy or would try to brush it off. He considered moving on, but the sex was too good and Inko did have such a lovely shade of green eyes. AFO hated to admit that a part of him enjoyed pretending to be an “average” businessman and partake in the art of companionship. Inko begrudgingly lets the Hero Commission know about her suspicions and, while her lover is on a business trip, they greet her at her apartment and inform her that they believe her lover is a infamous villain. They won’t reveal anymore than that as they worry the knowledge would only destroy what safety they plan to give her. Inko, without even getting a chance to say anything to AFO, is whisked away and put under a Witness Protection program. Her last name and origins are completely changed to protect her from AFO. She finds out she’s pregnant soon after and raises her son to believe his father is always on a business trip. She still can’t help but use the first name of her lover when explaining to Izuku about his father: Hisashi.

So, fast forward to the eventual battle between healed AFO and Izuku. Neither know who the other is. AFO goes into a monologue but is suddenly interrupted by a SMACK-chancla to the side of his head. He whirls around and, at first, doesn’t recognize the fuming woman glaring daggers his way until she yells, “Hisashi! You son of a bitch!!!”

And that’s the reveal.

#all for one #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #afo #bnha afo #dad for one #bnha dfo #DFO #dfo theory #mha dfo #dfo reveal #izuku mydoria #inko midoriya #all for one is hisashi #hisashi midoriya #my hero headcanons #headcanon

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parkswritessometimes · 6 months

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Escapees of IRIS CHPTR 4

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Chase stares into the shelves of produce, his eyes scanning every object but notfully comprehending what he was seeing. Rows and rows of colorful produce stare back at him. He groans and presses his head against the refrigerator door, letting the cool stainless steel soothe his forming headache. The thought of cooking dinner fills Chase’s chest up with dread. Recipes and random thoughts crawl over one another, battling to be the one that Chase’s full attention goes to.

It’s been a full three weeks since he “moved in” with Jackie and Marvin. It’s time he started pulling his weight, cooking, cleaning, things that should be super easy. But these simple tasks still feel like moving an actual mountain, maybe he isn’t ready for this. He grips the door’s handle with all his might trying to stop his hands from shaking like they were on a fault line. He knew that going sober was going to be hard, but at least the worst was behind him. The only benefit of the whole IRIS debacle was it kept him away from alcohol and started the road of sobriety. His head isn’t as foggy, and his skin was finally starting to clear up for the first time since his early twenties. While he still had the odd craving for the sweetness of being in a thick haze, blocking out any guilt and emptiness, he was starting to feel better. More whole. His hands still shake, and the brain fog can be so intense it would leave him bedridden, but it feels worth it. Because everyday he is making his new friends proud. He is making Chole proud.

“Hey, Chaser!” Jackie’s voice rings throughout the small apartment, ripping Chase’s attention from the produce. “Whatcha doing?”

“Trying to make dinner but I can’t figure anything out.”

“Oh, dude, it’s fine. Marv is gonna bring home some Italian place from that nice place down the street.”

“Oh, well, is there anything you need me to do?”

“Chase, it’s fine. I promise. You look tired man, why don’t you go lay down.”

“Jackie, I’m fine. And I’ve been living here rent free for almost a month now. You have feed me, bought me a whole new wardrobe, for fucks sake Jackie, you practically renovated your room for me! Let me do something.” “Alright, alright,” Jackie puts his hands up as he concedes the fight. “I have some files in the corner of the living room that I didn’t put away, why don’t you clean that up for me?” “Fiiiine.” Chase laughs, his headache having completely disappeares as he goes into the living room.

The room was usually so clean the only word he could use to describe it was pristine, granted you have to ignore the blankets and pillows in random places, but other than that, not even a crumb could escape Marvin’s cleaning frenzies. But Marvin wasn’t here and Jackie made it today’s mission to completely redo his theory board. Well, Jackie preferres to call it his “superhero board”, but with all the string and newspaper clippings, and random placeholder photos, it looks like a crazy conspiracy theorist had gotten into their apartment.

Scraps of red yarn and remnants of newspaper clippings cluttered the corner of the room. Manila folders filled to the brim and ready to burst. Chase doesn’t even attempt to understand half of what was on the board. Faces he didn’t recognize, scientific terms that looked made up and cities he never heard of, litter the board.

“Jackie, what even is all this?” Chase asks, his fingers brushing up against the newspaper clippings.

“Oh, uh, I’m just tracking some people.” He calls out from the kitchen.

Chase’s eyes scan the sections of the board. The first one is obvious, the demon. ALTR 114209. A static image of the red hallway sits right in the middle. Newspaper clippings, reports, transcripts and images stem from the portrait. Chase could feel his stomach twist and distort the longer he looked at it.

The other two are a mystery to Chase. A placeholder image pinned in the middle of the board, and the name Jameson scrubbed just above it. Chase feels his heart ache at the clear desperation on the board. Pushpin holes decorate the top of each scrap of paper. IRIS reports that it looks like they’ll crumble if he touches them. Jackie’s notes are thrown up against the board, all asking where this person was.

If that section is full of love and concern, the last one is full of hate. Slashes and jagged cuts from the cutouts. Papers ripped and torn without care and thrown up onto the board. Pins in the faces of the scientist and fowl words scrawled across the articles. “IRIS scientists' son missing” the man’s eyes are full of false sorrow and pain. Chase knows the look of a broken man, and this isn’t it. His eyes hold a hint of sadism behind it all. Like he couldn’t care less, or even worse, that he was happy his son was gone. Chase feels the urge to call out to Jackie, to ask why this scientist was on his board, but his words are stuck in his throat. He has a feeling he already knew. He shakes off the disgusting feeling that has begun to crawl up his back, as he picks up the folders on the coffee table.

“Where do you want these Jackie?”

“Uh, fuck, where do I want those…um, just throw them in my room!”

Chase rolled his eyes as he smiled. Classic Jackie.

“You gotta get like a bookshelf or a filing cabinet.”

“Hey, my system works!”

“Barley!” Chase lets out a small chuckle as he opens the door to Jackie’s room. He begins to throw the folders on Jackie’s bed when he notices a familiar picture sticking out of one of the folders. He slides the folder out from the others, pulling it aside. His heart drops to his stomach, as he looks at the label. Every fiber of his being tells him to put it back with the others, pretending that he never saw it. But he has to know. His eyes scan over the document, skipping what little stuff he already knows, trying to find something that would fill in the gaps that are being withheld from him.

ALTR 114209 was subsequently freed by Dr.[redacted], letting the subject escape containment. We theorize that Dr.[redacted], was influenced by ALTR 114209. But until Dr. [redacted] reovers we will be unable to confirm. The [redacted], that was used to contain ALTR 114209 was found scattered in said ALTR’s containment unit.

Witnesses claim that ALTR 114209 was not fully formed, taking the image of a distorted green man, glitching heavily and erratically, a large gash in his neck and limbs phasing in and out of existence. Witnesses also claim that ALTR 114209 did not interact at all with employees or members of the CNC unit, instead going straight for the electrical cables.

ALTR 114209 will most likely use technology such as monitors, cables, telephone and electrical wires, to travel until it can find a proper host and/or vessel. We will do our best to recontain the ALTR before it can attach itself to a host and/or vessel.

Be on the lookout for-

Chase feels his entire body go numb as the folder slips out of his hands. His mind races as he tries to process all the information on that sheet of paper. He can feel his heart sink like a rock in the abyss that had become his life.

“Holy shit.” Those are the only words in his broken mind he can manage. “Holy shit.”

They let him go. They let him go. They let Stacy die. They let Chloe die! IRIS was to blame! They could have done something, anything, but they let it go!

He wants to scream, to cry, to punch a hole in the wall over and over and over again until the drywall is embedded into his flesh, but he is just unmoving on the bed. He can’t breathe, he can’t blink, he’s as frozen and helpless as he was when that creature first arrived.

He feels tears flow down his face, as the world starts to distort. He feels his mind start to leave his body, that familiar tingle beginning to crawl up his spine. He knows deep in his heart that this was him beginning to dissociate. That there is no way Anti can reach him here. But a part of him wishes the ALTR was here. He wishes the demon will take over his body and shove him into the depths of the void. Take his body someplace safe and quiet, before cutting and slicing into it. Letting the crimson red pain flow down his body, then let Chase clean the mess up once he was done using his body.

Drink. I need-wheres my-I need-Drink. His mind yeared as his cravings hit him full force. Whiskey. Suntori. Where-I-I need it. His hands pat the bed sheets, searching for the sweetness of his whiskey. It has to be here somewhere. It was always near his bed. Where is it?! Where is it?! Where is it?!

“Chase, hey, Marvin just came back, and-“

Chase looks up at the hero, words fight to reach his mouth, they clamber and reach over each other, desperate to be on his tongue. What does he say? Does he know?! Does he have the answer?

“Jackie,” He chokes out. “I-They,”

“Chase are you-“ Chase watches as Jackie’s eyes land on the folder on the floor. He can practically see the gears turning behind Jackie’s eyes “Oh…Chase why don’t we put that away and-“

“No. I-They killed them. They let it go. IRIS they-Jackie they-it-“

“Chase hey, I know, trust me, I know.”

“No the fuck you do not! You have no idea what that is like!” Chase screamed as he bolted up from the bed. “You didn’t-You didn’t have to kill your own child-and they-they could have prevented it! How many-How many people died because they let it go! Did you know about this?! Did you let it kill Chloe too?!” Chase’s index finger digs right at Jackie’s heart. He sees Jackie’s face contort into one of fear and sadness. Good. He needs this to hurt. He wants it to hurt.

“Chase, Chaser, hey, can you follow my breathing? Can you please help me help you?”

“No! I don’t want anymore of this bullshit! I don’t want-I don’t want you! I don’t want to be here! I want to go home and-and drink and I want to die!”

Chase's chest heaves as he spat out the words. He can’t understand what he is saying, only that he was saying everything he needsto say to get everyone away from him.

“Chase, hey, I know you don’t mean that,”

“Yes I do! You don’t know shit about me Jackie!”

“I know that people say things they don’t mean when they’re upset.”

“Well, I want to die! I want to drink! I want-I want this pain to go away! And you-you aren’t going to be any help in accomplishing that goal, so you can fuck off! ”

Chase shoves Jackie aside as he storms out of the room. To small, to small. This room , this apartment, did he even ever leave IRIS?! Did Jackie and Marvin work for them?!

The world beomes gray and slow as he walks out of the room. He feels his hands wrap around a set of keys, snatching them from the kitchen table. Jackie’s screams sound like distant ambiance by the time they reach Chase’s ears. Marvin’s desperate grasp feels like nothing as he rips himself away. And even the door slamming shut is nothing more than a simple vibration, running down the hallway.

Fuck Jackie. Fuck Marvin. Fuck IRIS. Fuck everything and everyone.

But mostly, fuck him.

#jacksepticeye #writers of jack #writersofjack #chase brody #jackieboyman #marvin the magnificent #ALTRVerse

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wolfofartblock · 1 year

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Trying to get some semblance of a story put together for the Researchers Au because I want to be consistent with what I draw, but I'm not a writer lol, so this is going to be long, it might run on and on, it'll probably be full of typos and errors because I'm also listening to music while typing it up, and more so please be patient >.> Things stil might change but for now I'm mostly satisfied with this.

Researches in the south pole find two creatures trapped in ice, as if they were frozen in the middle of a big fight. Both are cut and thawed out to be studied.

Dr. Mercer is such an important and world-renowned scientist that the (corporation/organization/government/idk) that the team works for lets him do whatever he wants when it comes to the research project. This includes him being the sole person allowed in the labratory containing the first creature's body (Alex).

Dr. Mercer was weirdly obsessed with Desmond, but also really hated him. Didn't think he deserved to be there, just like most of the scientists there, but to the extreme. While studying the creature he comes to theorize some of its abilities, including how it's able to consume and replace any organism, but of course this is just at theory and he needs a ginea (<- how do you spell that) pig.

Dr. Mercer then lures Desmond into the lab and attempts to get the creature to eat him. This backfires. Even while trapped in ice and subsequently the cyropod, the creature was aware of the presences and actions of each person at the station it came into contact with. It kind of liked Desmond and it was aware of what Dr. Mercer was trying to do. So it ate him instead. Easy.

Desmond obviously sees this, tries to tell the others but is not believed when "Dr. Mercer" appears behind him looking just fine and clearly not eaten. The real Dr. Mercer had never shared his theories with anyone, so no one suspected a thing.

Once everything is settled (for the night), Desmond goes to bed and the creature disguised as Dr. Mercer (Alex) goes to find the creature #2 to finish what they started however many thousands of years ago, but it's gone. No where to be seen. He thinks maybe it took advantage of the chaos Desmond caused running down the station's hallways screaming about Dr.Mercer's death. He swears and leaves the room.

For the next week Alex takes advantage of Dr.Mercer's refusal to allow anyone into the lab, pretending to hole up in there studying while actually crawling around through vents and pipes trying to find signs of the other creature so that he can take them down. Instead all he manages to do is give Desmond 20+ heart attacks a day and once again every time Desmond tries to tell someone he just saw something, he's brushed off, but at the same time some are worried. They think the isolation is getting to him, the way it did to his predecessor, Clay. They ask Alex to keep any eye on him because they've "noticed" the two getting closer recently anyways, but Alex was already watching him due to other reasons: already being 100% Desmond is a human since they were in the same room together when everything went down (or at the very least, that his locations can be checked and verified in some way or another the day of) (Thank you @teecupangel for that!)

At the start of the second week (as in week 2 since Dr. Mercer was eaten), one of the many sled dogs go missing. Desmond is distraught and some of the others at the station go from worried for him to scared of him. There's talk of sending him home or possibly getting him into some trouble. He's reprimanded and sent on his way. It's after this that him and Alex really do start to become a little close. There's still some odd behaviors from him here and there that weird Desmond out (stuff that Desmond would've easily connected to Alex being one of the creatures had the rest of the station not already convinced him he's being paranoid/crazy/needs help/etc.).

At the start of the third week, another dog goes missing. Desmond is once again pulled aside but this time with the promise that soon he will be returning home. He's either 1) incompetent and can't take care of them properly or 2) doing something to them and it's scaring the other station members (alongside his other recent actions). He finally goes to confront Alex about everything, because he knows that Alex knows something. Alex finally admits to being creature #1 and answers every question Desmond throws at him. He also admits he needs help finding creature #2 and Desmond is probably the only one who's able; Alex stating that he's noticed Desmond's abnormally keen senses for a human (or maybe that he might have a 6th sense altogether) and his knowledge of their environment and survival skills (thank you @twitcherpated-replies) would go a long way. Desmond says he wouldn't be able to because he leaves at the start of week 4. Alex says by then it might be too late. Creatures like them get stronger the more they eat, and the fresher the food they eat is. Alex being the good creature he is has been eating normal human food, and while it doesn't do much, it keeps him sustained. After some talking, Desmond of course agrees to help. They share whatever information they have with each other, anything and everything (turns out Desmond has way more information than Alex does because like he said, Desmond has something of a 6th sense and has noticed more wrong at the station than he's let on to others), and come up with a list of suspects that creature #2 could be: Daniel Cross, Elizabeth Greene, Lucy Stillman, etc. (thank you again @teecupangel for that one)

While carefully observing their suspects, Desmond questions how they're going to stop creature #2 if it's stronger than Alex. Alex brings up a drug Dr. Mercer had created called bloodtox, one that he was going to use on Alex had things actually gone according to his plans and Alex had eaten Desmond. They have three viles. Alex has one, Desmond has another and the last is back in the lab.

Finally, the day before Desmond is set to leave, they confront their #1 suspect, Lucy. While doing this, they're stopped by creature #2 revealing itself and the fact that it was just sticking close to Lucy because she was a really good scapegoat for them. A big fight ensues.

Alex's syringe is broken in the fight against creature #2. Desmond's syringe is broken while luring creature #2 away from Alex's unconcious body, letting himself get chased down multiple hallways and even thrown around a little. Rebecca runs into a security room and puts the building on lockdown (think of the doors closing in among us lolol), momentarily cutting creature #2 in half long enough for Desmond to get up and run and hide (2 doors closed in on it). The entire time it tries to go through the station, Rebecca is slamming doors in its face or turning on something or another to slow it down. It finally gets fed up, stares into the nearest camera at her, and flings itself into a vent. Desmond realizes creature #2 is no longer after him but after her and goes to stop it. Lucy and Shaun are left to find the last syringe. After some debate between each other they take the bloodtox out of the syringe because clearly these things aren't working. They find an empty spray bottle and decide that it'll just have to do. Desmond gets to the security room just in time to save Rebecca and Alex gets there just in time to save the both of them, but creature #2 is still stronger and the presence of Rebecca and Desmond is a little bit of a hinderance. Finally Shaun and Lucy show up and just start spraying creature #2. It's working, it's getting weaker and weaker. It tries to swat the spray bottle out of their hands but unlike the syringes, it can't shatter on impact with the ground or wall, so Alex just picks it right back up and keeps spraying them.

Finally the fight is over, Alex wins and consumes creature #2, to the horror of everyone but Desmond.

#researchers au #protocreed #prototype #assassins creed #text

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muttsterion · 10 months

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If I may assert my own theory, I think right before Kenny Dies kenny made a wish on a shooting star or something so that no one would remember his deaths. He did this because he kept dying in front of people who arent used to him, and it's always traumatic for the other person the first few times. Though by Mysterion Rises he deeply regrets this wish because now he is completely alone in his curse. Reason why i think this is because of how the other boys treated his death and his corpse like a game or a toy so many times in the past. Also stan and kyle were definitely aware of themselves saying "oh my god, you killed kenny! You bastards!" Over and over

Ooh nice! I kind of like this theory. It kind of goes a theory/hc of mine that before Kenny's almost "permanant" death everyone was well aware of his curse(Season 4 esp. "That was a good one." ha) but him being gone for too long altered his curse and how mostly everyone would remember his deaths. After he finally returned the damage was done and now mostly everyone's memories are blocked and/or warped whenever he dies/or returns after he dies . But what or how his curse had changed would be unknown until,and if, he ever found out more about his origins.

Though Kenny changing or wishing something be changed himself would have an interesting twist and would make sense. He was probably aware of his friends brushing it off before(season 4 again)…and safe to say maybe some times it's better they don't remember…I could have seen them making more and more light of it or ha maybe pull "pranks" that end up getting him killed and they just brush it off telling him right to his face. "It's just a joke…you come back anyways what's the big deal?" but later on Mysterion regrets his choice….now just wishing somebody would believe he's not crazy; wishing there was somebody he could talk to about his curse…anyone willing to listen.

#South Park #SP Theories #Kenny McCormick #Mysterion #got a bit deep there yep I just love adding to Kenny's lore

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maybeimamuppet · 4 months

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matildamas day 9: "date" night

hello everyone!! sorry about another late upload today i had a crazy day of work lol. but everything is done so from tomorrow on all my posts in theory will actually be a bit earlier!! hope that kinda makes up for it :))

couple of quick tws for safety for this one:

single use of a swear word

discussion of past abuse/neglect

otherwise please enjoy!!

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“Are you excited, darling?” Jenny asks as Matilda looks out the train window on their way to the city. Matilda smiles before she even turns to see her, but she looks her way with an eager nod. Jenny smiles back. “What are you wanting to do most?”

“Bookstore,” Matilda answers before Jenny even finishes her sentence. Jenny chuckles.

“I am too.”

They continue chatting about what they’re most looking forward to during their weekend in the big city before they return home. Neither of them have any desire to live any closer to the metropolitan area, but an occasional visit is fun.

Eventually, the polite but hard to understand voice announces their stop and they hop off the train with their bags. Jenny flags down a cab to take them to their hotel to drop their things off before they go exploring.

She didn’t splurge that much.

Or so she tells herself when she sees the massive building the cab pulls out in front of, with a green awning overhanging the entrance which is literally made of gold. Matilda looks around like she’s just walked into another universe, and Jenny can’t quite contain a similar reaction. Neither of them ever quite anticipated setting foot in a place like this.

A bell boy comes rushing up when called by the doorman to take their bags to their room. He loads them onto a cart and goes strutting off ahead of them while Jenny and Matilda step into the lobby in awe.

“Holy shit,” Matilda whispers to herself. Jenny gives her a gentle whack on the back of the head, but truth be told, she had the same words running through her head. “We’re staying here?”

“Two nights,” Jenny confirms. Matilda looks around. Red ribbons hang above the elevators, a large garland dangles from the huge, marble front desk. Fancy looking people in fancy looking coats mill about, chatting amongst themselves or sitting on the plush green sofas with magazines or newspapers. Wreaths hang from every support post, and an absolutely massive Christmas tree nearly touching the ceiling towers over all in the center of the room.

“Whoa.”

“Whoa indeed,” Jenny chuckles. Matilda frowns suddenly. “What’s the matter?”

“How much did this trip cost?” Matilda asks softly, looking up at her with worried eyes.

“No amount you need to concern yourself with. It took some careful budgeting, but this is something we can afford occasionally. Very occasionally.”

Matilda still looks worried, but she trusts Jenny. Eventually her little brow unfurrows and some of the tension leaves her shoulders. She squeezes Jenny’s hand gently, and Jenny squeezes back.

“Let’s hurry or we’ll miss our show!” Jenny reminds her. Matilda brightens, any hint of worry totally gone. She rushes back towards the door, lugging Jenny behind her.

Another cab takes them to the theatre, and they have a similar reaction to the lobby there. They get their programs and go find their seats. Matilda reads through each of the actors’ and crews’ biographies carefully as she waits for the show to begin, munching casually on her sweets Jenny bought at concessions. Jenny smiles as she sees her legs kicking just a little, her little button-up boots not even brushing the floor.

Eventually the curtain opens and the overture begins, so Matilda puts down her playbill and focuses in on the actors on stage. Jenny was a little worried, given their history, about how Matilda would react to Annie. But she still remembers the day as a little girl her father took her to see the same show and how much she adored it. Of course, that was before anything. But Matilda smiles at the orphans interacting and looks perfectly pensive during Maybe.

Jenny finds herself watching her daughter more than the children on stage. If you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it a thousand times, she tells herself. She gets the important bits. Matilda giggling at Annie stealing away in the laundry, her scowl at Miss Hannigan trying to lie her way out of yet another potential scandal, Matilda’s wide eyes as the young actress practically belts the roof off the theatre during Tomorrow.

“Is it over?” Matilda asks sadly when the lights come back on and the curtains draw shut again.

“No, darling, it’s just intermission,” Jenny chuckles reassuringly. “It gives the cast and crew time for any bigger set and costume changes, and to take a little break before they keep going.”

“Oh,” Matilda replies. “I was going to say, that would’ve made a very unsatisfying ending.”

“Indeed it would’ve,” Jenny chortles.

As it turns out, she had no reason to be worried. Matilda watches with a near-concerningly vengeful smile, on the edge of her seat, as the villains get their comeuppance and Annie gets to live happily ever after with Grace and Mr. Warbucks. She holds her playbill tightly to her chest and follows Jenny sadly out of the theatre when the curtain call ends and the lights come up for the last time.

“Did you enjoy it?” Jenny asks, bracing a bit against the cool winter air blustering against them as they set back off down the sidewalk. Matilda nods pensively. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Matilda looks up at her briefly, and then back ahead of herself. “I don’t understand it.”

“Understand what?” Jenny replies.

“Why she didn’t run away earlier,” Matilda says quietly.

“Well, she had all the other orphans to take care of. If she was gone, who would’ve taken care of Molly?”

“But she is gone by the end. She got placed with Mr. Warbucks. She had to leave the other orphans all by themselves before the president saved them.”

“That’s… true,” Jenny replies. “Well, you saw what happened when she tried to live on the street. It was a very difficult era in history for a lot of people, and she lived in a very dangerous area.”

“…Is it terrible I wish I had been an orphan sometimes?” Matilda asks softly.

Jenny is quiet for a moment, listening to their boots clacking along the pavement together, one set quieter and more rapid. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Really?” Matilda asks. She frowns. “But you are an orphan.”

“I am,” Jenny agrees. “I think everyone in an… unfortunate situation, wishes things were different for themselves and their loved ones, even if to other people it might seem grim or like it would be worse.”

“Did you ever try to run away like Annie?”

“Heavens, no, I wasn’t brave enough for that,” Jenny replies immediately with an almost-shocked laugh.

“But maybe you would’ve found your Mr. Warbucks,” Matilda says sadly.

“I did,” Jenny replies. “It just took a while.”

“You did? Is that how we can afford the hotel?”

“No, Matilda, I’m talking about you,” Jenny laughs.

“Me?”

“Do you remember what I told you on your birthday?” Jenny asks. Matilda nods. Jenny should’ve known. She’s starting to think Matilda has a photographic memory.

“You’re rich because of me, even if it isn’t with money,” she responds. “Even though we do have money, too.”

Jenny laughs again. “Exactly. Being a millionaire might be nice, especially back then, but I have my own someone who turns my skies to blue, and has me wrapped around her little finger.”

Matilda smiles up at her and sings a little bit of the chorus to I Don’t Need Anything But You. Jenny smiles.

“You have a beautiful voice. You’d play a good Annie,” she says.

“You’d be a good Grace,” Matilda replies.

“Really?” Jenny asks in shock. Matilda nods confidently.

They continue walking in silence for a while. Eventually Matilda quietly pipes up, “I’m glad you’re not a millionaire.”

“Really?” Jenny asks. “Why?”

“I don’t think you’d be as nice if you were bald.”

Jenny laughs so hard they nearly have to stop walking so she can catch her breath. Matilda looks confused, but she doesn’t say anything else. Eventually, they come to their destination. Jenny wouldn’t admit it, but it might have been the sole reason they chose to come to the city instead of taking their mummy-daughter weekend somewhere else.

“Oh my goodness,” Matilda whispers as they step into the huge bookstore.

“Oh my goodness,” Jenny echoes. The worn wood shelves seem to stretch for miles, nearly floor to ceiling, winding like a most fantastical maze throughout the large building. A huge Christmas tree made of books sits in the middle, rings and rings of volumes winding around themselves up and up and up with a staircase spiraling around the outside so people can climb up and peruse. There’s even little benches scattered nearby on the ground for folks to just sit and read.

Matilda takes off ever so carefully towards it, rushing up the stairs to the tippy top of the tree as fast as she can. Jenny follows her, much slower, and with many more pauses for breath. Matilda stands on her tiptoes to see which book gets the honor of being on the highest point. “A Christmas Carol,” Matilda says with a giggle.

“Fitting.”

“It is a very good book,” Matilda says.

“It is. One of my favorites,” Jenny agrees.

“Mine too,” Matilda says with a smile. She gently brushes her fingertips over the cover before she shrugs and starts rushing back down the spiral staircase. Jenny sighs and lingers for a moment to rest her head in her arms on the railing in exasperation before she follows her, huffing and puffing all the way once again.

She’s pleasantly surprised to find Matilda waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs instead of having rushed off to peruse the aisles upon aisles upon aisles of wonderful tomes they’re surrounded by. Jenny wouldn’t have blamed her, but it is nice not having to chase her sprightly six-year-old through a maze of bookshelves.

Matilda actually takes her time with this bit. She takes Jenny’s hand and leads her to the aisles that catch her eye, slowly meandering up and down, eyes scanning the titles and the covers. Occasionally she pauses when she sees one she recognizes or she’s read before, and runs her finger over the spines.

“Oh, I’ve been wanting to read this for ages,” she says eventually when they get to the Dickens section. They both have a particular weakness for a good Dickens novel. She looks up at Jenny. “Can I get it? Please?”

“Of course, love. Get whatever you want,” Jenny says with a smile.

Matilda’s eyes brighten and she suddenly starts rushing about like a woman possessed, grabbing book upon book until Jenny can barely see her beneath the tower of novels in her arms. How does she have the strength for that?

“Just remember we have to be able to get them all back to the hotel,” Jenny reminds her. “And back home on the train.”

“We could send some home in the post?” a little voice suggests about three-fourths of the way up the walking stack of books. Jenny grabs the top few until Matilda can see and gives her a warning look. “Fiiiiine.”

With Jenny’s help she manages to pare the books back until she only has about ten. Some stay, some get replaced with others, but the first one, The Signal-Man, is the one definite keep the entire time.

Matilda proudly carries her stack of thick, heavy books up to the check-out counter and deposits them on the desk with a heavy thud. The cashier slides the stack to the side and almost jumps in surprise when she sees Matilda there. They glance between the small child and the large books a few times before they start scanning the barcode on the back.

“How old are you?” they ask Matilda curiously.

“Six,” Matilda replies, lisping a little bit around her missing front teeth. She scowls. She believes Jenny when she says she’s adorable with or without teeth, but she misses being able to properly speak.

The cashier’s eyes widen and they look to Jenny, who simply shrugs, but smiles proudly too. “Her brain’s about twenty years ahead of the rest of her. She’s read more than me.”

“Right on,” the cashier says. “What’s your favorite?”

“Oh, Dostoyevsky is fascinating,” Matilda says immediately. “But learning the Russian was tricky. Dickens is a classic, and lately I’ve been quite into Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Oh, and everyone loves Agatha Christie.”

The cashier simply blinks at her. Matilda smiles and rests her chin on her folded hands on the counter.

“I like Shakespeare, myself. My roommate put me onto Hamlet last week, I’ve scarcely been able to put it down.”

“Oh, Hamlet is wonderful,” Matilda agrees as she watches her books get carefully put into a paper bag. “I read Romeo and Juliet a few years ago and it was fascinating, but it seems such a cliche now. And Mummy won’t let me read any more until I’m older.”

“…You’re six, you said?”

“Mmhmm,” Matilda hums with a nod. “Well, nearly six and a half.”

The cashier nods with raised eyebrows. “Right. Well, here’s your books. Hope you enjoy them.”

“I will,” Matilda promises in complete sincerity.

“You’ll have to come back and tell me what you think of them sometime, eh?”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll be back,” Jenny says, the first she’s spoken in a while, as she had been watching their entire interaction with an amused smile.

“You’re welcome any time. You lot have a Happy Christmas,” the cashier says.

“You too,” Jenny replies.

“Thank you!” Matilda echoes as she takes the heavy bag off the counter and starts waddling out of the store.

Jenny follows and hears the cashier mutter, “Six. Blimey.” under their breath. She smiles proudly and follows her daughter back out into the cold December evening.

Another cab takes them back to the hotel, and they get to see their room for the first time. Their bags await them at the foot of their beds, and Matilda gives each a thorough round of jumps to test that they’re up to snuff.

“Alright, little monkey, that’s enough,” Jenny says after about the twentieth bounce. She’s starting to get dizzy watching her go up and down and up and down and- “Before you fall off and bump your head. Come get ready for your bath.”

“Okay,” Matilda says, jumping down and heading over to her. Jenny tenderly undoes the red ribbon tying part of her hair back and slips it out, folding it neatly and leaving it on the dresser for another day. Matilda roots through her suitcase for her hairbrush, and Jenny carefully detangles her hair before sending her off to wash up. She unpacks in the meantime, putting toiletries on the dresser and their clothes in the drawers.

Matilda comes back in a thick, plush robe that drags on the ground. Jenny laughs when she sees just how much of the fabric hits the floor. “There’d better be another robe in there, missy.”

“There is. Do we really have to go back home?” Matilda asks, flopping onto her bed and only tipping her head up to look at Jenny.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Jenny chuckles as she prepares herself to go get cleaned up herself. “But I’m sure we’ll be back sometime soon.”

“Lavender would love it here,” Matilda says.

“I’m sure she would,” Jenny says. Part of her is already internally screaming at the mere idea of trying to wrangle the hyper girl in a nice hotel like this, especially since Lavender has a remarkable ability to enact the same tendencies in Matilda. Regardless, Matilda is right, and they are best friends. It’s only natural for children to act like children. “Maybe we’ll show her someday.”

Matilda smiles and flops back onto the cushy bed. Jenny goes and showers, and returns to a child already dried off and in her pajamas, her wet hair brushed out and waiting to be styled. Jenny does her own and braids Matilda’s down her back.

“I’m hungry,” Matilda says softly as she ties the elastic band onto the end of the braid.

“I am too,” Jenny hums pensively. The last real meal they had was tea on the train, and neither of them have eaten anything at all since the sweets at the theater. “Shall we see about room service?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where you call down an order to the kitchens and they make food and bring it to your room for you. Serve you in your room,” Jenny says.

“We can have dinner in our pajamas?” Matilda asks eagerly. They usually eat dinner before showering at home, so they still have their clothes from the day on. Jenny chuckles at her eagerness to do something so mundane.

“We sure can. What would you like?” she says, grabbing a menu off the nightstand and handing it to her.

Matilda decides on some macaroni and cheese off the kids menu, and Jenny thinks a salmon filet with some vegetables sounds divine in that moment. She uses the phone on the other nightstand to call it down, and Matilda waits at the door with all the eagerness of a child waiting for Santa.

The person who delivers it jumps a bit when a small child yanks the door open practically before he can knock. Matilda takes the food with a, “Thank you!” and closes it behind her as she rushes towards the bed Jenny is sitting on.

They both smile at their plates as they see the divine looking food. Matilda happily tucks in, and offers Jenny a bite of her mac and cheese. Jenny does the same with her fish, and they have a peacefully quiet meal.

After that is bedtime. Jenny is worried Matilda is so wound up by the events of today that she may never sleep again.

“Why don’t you pick one of your new books and come read it to me, hm?” she asks as a beginning strategy. Matilda roots through the bag and returns with, shockingly, not the Dickens novel she’d been so desperate for.

“I want to wait until I get home,” she explains.

“Ah,” Jenny says with a nod. Matilda settles on her bed next to Jenny’s and opens the book. Jenny gets under the covers in her bed and takes a deep breath as she rests her head on the pillows. She listens to Matilda’s elegantly lilting, yet still adorably childish voice as she reads aloud to her.

But something still feels wrong. Matilda pauses partway through the second chapter and sheepishly asks, “Mum, can I sleep in your bed?”

“I was just about to ask the same thing,” Jenny says, popping one eye back open with a smile. She carefully scoots over and pats the empty space on the bed next to her. Matilda beams and leaps across, tucking herself in next to her and opening the book back up.

She continues to read until her eyes get too heavy to keep open. She carefully marks their place and leaves the book on the nightstand. Jenny turns off the lights while Matilda adjusts herself to be lying comfortably.

“Goodnight. I love you,” Jenny whispers, gently kissing Matilda’s forehead.

“Goodnight,” Matilda echoes. “And I love you every day. Not just tomorrow.”

“Every day,” Jenny replies with a smile. Matilda tucks into her chest and they both drift off to sleep with a smile on their face.

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