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cecilysass · 2 years

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The Boy on the Beach (1/16)

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Prologue

“My heart leaps up, said Wordsworth, when I behold a rainbow in the sky. So was it when my life began; so is it now I am a man.”

“And is that the case for you?” says Scully, for whom the truth is always irrevocable, a fixed star. “Does your heart leap up?”

Mulder considers the question. Did my heart ever leap? Leap to what, to whom, to where? And if it had, would I remember?

Chapter 1: The Empty Chair

Berkeley, California Thirty Seconds After Scully Vanishes 1999

One moment she was sitting in the chair. Her chin up, her expression ice. And the next moment she was gone.

No one had to tell Mulder something had gone wrong. No one had to tell him the difference between having Scully and lacking Scully. In that distinction he was expert.

And after all, he knew they were not supposed to be staring at a fucking empty chair.

Mulder’s terror slowed his body. Made his limbs thick and heavy, like he was underwater. He watched the scientists helplessly through the glass. He felt like one of his goddamned fish.

The assistants, probably graduate students, were putting on a good front. But Mulder, watching in surreal slow motion, could see they were giving each other uneasy looks, murmuring to one another. One of them, a young woman who had been speaking with Scully just a few minutes before it happened, began tapping the counter in front of her with nervous energy. Eventually she fidgeted and glanced behind her, making accidental eye contact with Mulder through the glass.

The look in the young woman’s eye was unmistakable: pity. And this was enough to wake Mulder from his stupor.

He discovered his feet again, began walking, faster and faster, and then he pushed into the room in a straight, unerring line until he was face-to-face with Dr. Hays, who stood, slack-jawed.

“Hey.” His voice was loud, echoing through the lab. “Hey. Why is that chair empty?”

It sounded like a simple question. But even Hays, who couldn't know all the rumors about Mulder, could hear the dangerous undercurrent.

“It is ... unexpected,” Hays said, smooth, placating.

“Yes, unexpected is one word for it.” Now Mulder’s tone was a rubber band being stretched. “The investigator has completely vanished. I would say that’s a little fucking unexpected.”

“Mulder,” came Skinner’s voice. He was entering from across the room, no doubt sensing trouble.

“I’m afraid I don’t know quite yet what happened, Agent Mulder,” Hays said. “It’s one of several possibilities.”

“Help me understand the possibilities,” Mulder continued, burrowing his stare deep into the scientist’s face. “Because this should not have affected her physical location. This was a telepathic exercise. We all understood this.”

“Agent Mulder, we are working to figure it out,” Hays said, a wan smile. “I am going to have to ask for your patience until we can assess the situation.”

“Dr. Hays,” Mulder hissed, “understand that I’m asking this as patiently as I can. Where is Scully? Where the hell is my partner?”

“Her body camera,” one of the technicians spoke up from across the room. “The body camera she had on. I think it just transmitted something, Dr. Hays.”

“Video footage?” Hays’s eyes lit up.

“No, a single image. A still photo.”

Twenty minutes earlier—when Scully was still in the room, avoiding conversation with him, dressed like an avenging angel in black—Mulder had been told to stay out of the control room. He had been told in no uncertain terms to wait patiently behind the glass with Skinner. He had been told he would be in the way, a distraction. He was to observe only.

Mulder decided that this rule no longer applied the moment Scully disappeared into thin air. Scrambling across the room, he made it to the technician’s monitor before Hays and Skinner did.

The image was still loading, small bars of grayscale appearing at an excruciatingly slow rate. Mulder peered over the technician’s shoulder, unable to rein in his impatience. He sighed loudly.

“Yeah, uh, this image should help us find her,” the technician said, nervously glancing at Mulder, who was standing uncomfortably close to him. He was young. Probably also a grad student. Mulder didn’t respond.

“What’s your name?” Skinner asked the technician, appearing to stand with crossed arms behind them.

“Anish,” the technician said, looking unhappy.

“Her body camera is designed to transmit pictures, Anish?” Skinner asked.

“No,” Anish said, watching the screen. “It was actually designed to send video, but the tech will revert to sending still photos at regular intervals if …”

“If sending video is impossible,” Hays said, also coming behind to watch, his eyes bright.

“And under what circumstances would sending video be impossible?” Mulder said, looking sharply at Hays again.

No one answered him.

“Look, here it comes now,” Anish said softly.

The image began to take on some form.

At first it only looked to Mulder like abstract shapes, shadows, corners, all in gray, white, black. Then, as more filled in, it began to fall into place as a recognizable pattern.

“It almost looks … like a face?” Anish whispered.

A face, perhaps, but unsettling. A suggestion of eyes, nose, mouth, but with a quality that was somehow inhuman. Wrong.

“It’s not a human face,” Mulder realized quickly. “It’s a doll, I think.”

It was a rag doll, he deduced. With yarn hair and round dark circles on each cheek. As more of the picture filled in, he could see that it was sitting propped up at the end of a bed, a bed that seemed to be covered with a blanket, some sort of busy flowered pattern.

In the background there appeared to be a faintly blurry bookshelf with books and toys, more obscured details along the walls. Mulder leaned in to try to make out anything he could, but the closer he got, the image only turned into unrecognizable pixels. Some of the picture, at the top, was still filling in.

Skinner was crouching next to Mulder now, peering over his shoulder. “It looks like a child’s bedroom, maybe?”

Mulder rubbed his eyes, nodding. “Yeah. A young girl’s bedroom,” he agreed, his voice rough.

“What’s that in the bottom right of the image?”

Mulder placed his finger on the screen at the darkened triangle Skinner was referring to.

“You think that could be Scully’s foot?” Skinner said. “Like she is sitting with her leg up?”

Mulder was silent, looking at it for a moment. “Yes,” he said. “She was wearing black boots this morning with that shape to the toe. The camera was on her head, so if she were sitting with her leg up, we would be seeing … yeah. Her foot.”

“You have any idea how she would end up in a kid’s bedroom, Mulder?”

“No,” Mulder said. “I don’t.”

In silence they both regarded the image. The technician coughed uneasily.

The dulling sensation of panic. Mulder felt it, creeping over his body again, making his blood freeze, threatening to overtake his capacity to reason through this.

Scully could talk him through this. He felt her absence like a threat. Like fingers closing tighter and tighter around his neck, sealing off his windpipe.

Sucking a breath roughly through his teeth, he made an effort to calm his respiration, to shut out what was threatening to take over. In his attempt to get his shit together, his eyes picked out a detail on the image.

“Wait,” he said. “Can you … can you zoom in at all?”

“Sort of,” Anish admitted. “We don’t gain quality, but I can make it bigger.”

“I need to see the book spines on the shelf,” Mulder said. “As much as you can.”

Skinner leaned forward. “Where? There on the bottom left?”

Anish fussed with the image, enlarging it and trying his best to bring it into sharper relief.

“Little House on the Prairie. Nancy Drew. Alice in Wonderland. And there, Moby Dick,” Skinner said, “It’s Moby Dick by Herman Melville. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Mulder said grimly, his stomach tightening. “Moby Dick.”

The picture in Mulder’s mind was starting to fill in, too, like a grayscale image, pixel by pixel.

“Moby Dick is a pretty grown-up book for a kid’s room. That mean something to you, Mulder?”

“It might mean something,” Mulder said. “Or maybe it’s just all a huge, fucking ominous coincidence.”

Mulder turned around to search for Hays. The scientist was now facing the other direction, no longer looking at the monitor at all. Mulder glowered at his thin gray ponytail.

“What’s going on over there on the right of the screen? That picture there on the wall?” Skinner asked, pointing at the monitor.

There was something on the bedroom wall with prominent faces and a swirly typeface. Anish centered it on the screen, zoomed in to see it better.

“A poster, maybe?” Anish suggested. “Some kids’ band? Hanson? Spice Girls?”

Mulder blinked at it.

“It is a poster,” Mulder said woodenly. “It’s a poster for The Partridge Family. You can see the beginning of the word ‘Partridge’ right here.”

“The Partridge Family?” Skinner scowled. “The old TV show? Are you sure?”

“In a kid’s bedroom?” Anish commented doubtfully.

“It’s not a popular kids’ show now,” Mulder said. He began to raise his voice now, aiming it across the room at Hays’ turned back. “But when Scully was a kid, it was.”

Hays now swiveled, slowly and deliberately, to meet Mulder’s eyes. His lips were pursed, ever so slightly. Mulder was now certain: Hays already knew.

“Mulder,” Skinner said, taking a deep breath. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

“I think Scully is in her own past,” Mulder said. “I think she’s in her own childhood bedroom.” His voice tapered off at the end.

“Time travel?” Skinner looked abruptly at Hays. The technician, bewildered, did, too. “Is he right, Hays? Is that possible?”

Hays examined his own fingernail, pensively, a strange little half smile on his face. “Well, yes. As a matter of fact … he might be right. And it’s extraordinary, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Time travel. Such a … breakthrough.”

In under a second, Skinner anticipated what Mulder would do next.

Mulder’s wrists were caught, easily, by Skinner before his fist reached Hays’ face.

And thirty seconds later, the Greek chorus of white-coated assistants and technicians were standing around in a semicircle watching, open-mouthed and horrified, as Skinner wrested Mulder back into a chair across the room.

“All right, all right, Mulder,” Skinner hissed, pinning Mulder’s arms behind him. “You’re going to need a cooler head here.”

“It was supposed to be me.” Mulder didn’t even recognize his own voice.

“It was never going to be you,” Skinner said calmly, like he was talking to an angry child. “It was never, ever going to be you. She and I agreed on that. So you can let go of that guilt right now. And the important thing now, I am sure you can agree, is to figure out what to do next.”

“How do we get her back?”

The chorus of assistants and technicians looked at Hays, too.

“That’s the thing,” Hays said, combing through his hair with his fingers, his maddening half smile still on his face. “I am not sure we do.”

Exact Time and Date Unknown San Diego, California

When Scully opened her eyes, she felt the world rotating rapidly under her. She felt like she had been on a rickety spinning ride at an amusement park, the kind of ride she had never enjoyed and usually avoided.

She also couldn’t see. With her fingers she rubbed her eyes rapidly, then blinked them open and shut in panic. Everything in her field of vision appeared as pink and orange, soft and blurry blobs of light. Her hands stretched out, patting around her. She could tell she was sitting somewhere soft. Someplace with pillows. Maybe a bed.

“Mulder?” she croaked, from a deep-seated instinct.

There was no answer. There was no echo either.

Also from instinct, she reached in her jacket for her holstered weapon. It was there. That comforted her somewhat, although it was an irrational comfort. You had to be able to see to fire a gun.

Slowly the world came into focus. The first thing her eyes could really make sense of was a rag doll. Somewhere close by, dimly, she heard a whirring and clicking sound that she couldn’t quite place or process. She shook her head, trying to shake the confusion, and instead looked again at the face of the rag doll.

Which was familiar. Very familiar.

Louisa. That was the doll’s name, it came to her. She got it for Christmas in kindergarten, and she and Melissa had named it together. She slept with it on her bed every night until she was in high school. Now, Louisa should be in a box somewhere in her mother’s house, probably in her attic.

Not here, not sitting facing her on this bed, in this room. This room. Scully forced herself to take a deep breath, to swallow. A deep uneasiness was creeping over her.

This room itself was vaguely familiar. At least familiar in its component parts, in pieces and fragments.

For instance, she was crouched on a tiny twin bed with a bright bedspread and a wicker headboard. It was unquestionably her childhood bedspread: cheerful pink and orange daisies, shapes she had traced idly with her fingers countless times. And this was her bed’s pale green headboard—the one she would, as a teenager, cover in Joy Division and the Clash stickers — but now looking clean, pure, sticker-free.

Across the room, the identical twin of her bed sat in perfect parallel, piled up with pink and orange daisy throw pillows. Melissa’s prized bear, Captain Mel, sat perched on top. A picture of David Cassidy and a flyer for a Christmas concert at Immaculate Heart of Mary School were haphazardly Scotch taped up above the pillows.

Scully’s attention turned to the bookshelves. The porcelain dolls, which they rarely played with. A globe of the world she used to spin and put her finger on, imagining visiting the place upon which her finger landed. Twister. Hungry Hungry Hippos. Her Nancy Drew collection.

Next to that, Melissa’s Partridge Family poster. The pious sampler their grandmother stitched with two red-headed little girls saying their prayers and the inscription: “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep.”

Scully, moving her head in a slow, shaky circle, let her eyes scan the room’s contents. She heard herself take a ragged breath.

Whatever this was, it was a mistake. This is not where she should be. This is not what was supposed to happen. Her mind began the familiar and comforting process of sifting through explanations.

She could be simply experiencing the extreme hyperthymesia the experiment was aimed at creating, couldn’t she? She could simply be very intensely remembering her past. This was not the memory they had been attempting to revisit; Hays had wanted her to start by targeting a day at the office the week prior. But maybe it was not as easy to target as expected.

Still, this was not the way the EH had been described to her. Why would she be remembering this experience as occurring in her adult body? She looked down at herself: her suit, her weapon, her post-pubescent, thirtysomething physiology. That was not how the phenomenon was supposed to work. If this were simply an extremely vivid memory, she would be remembering this time as it happened. She would be remembering it as a child.

Perhaps this was some kind of hallucination. Maybe this room was a convincing sensory experience constructed by her brain, informed by her childhood memories. Maybe this was some side effect of the process Hays hadn’t mentioned.

“Daaaaaana.”

A young girl’s voice, coming somewhere outside the room, startled her out of inaction. She leaped up off the bed, and stood there, wobbly-legged, uncertain, in the middle of the room. Her heart thumping, she looked back and forth around the room in a panic for a place to hide. She felt like Alice in Wonderland having eaten the “eat me” cake: absurdly too big, impractically out of scale with her surroundings.

“Dana! Come help with the potatoes!” insisted the voice again, closer. She was aware of the sound of feet pounding up stairs.

God, it was Melissa. She recognized the voice with a sudden, certain jolt.

Closet, she told herself. She ducked into the small closet adjacent to their bookshelf, pushing herself towards the back, wedging herself awkwardly behind the clothing. The hangers holding her girlhood church dresses and school uniform skirts swung gently back and forth, creaking very lightly. She waited. Listening. Trying to slow her breathing.

It smelled so painfully familiar in this closet. A mix of scents that Scully could never have described if asked, yet were somehow exactly the smell of her childhood: her mother’s old lemon laundry detergent. The strawberry shampoo she and Melissa used to use as girls. Double Bubble gum. Penny loafer shoe leather.

If this was a hallucination, it was a very detailed one, involving multiple sensory inputs. But she didn’t, in point of fact, believe that it was only a hallucination. She believed, somewhat implausibly, that she was actually here. In her past. In her childhood bedroom.

Mulder would be so proud. Is it any more impossible than what you saw in Africa, or what you saw in me?

Through the closet door, she heard the sound of the bedroom door being thrown open, and then the impatient footsteps of a child pounding inside. “Dana! Didn’t you hear me?”

Silence.

“She’s not in here, Mom!” shouted Melissa. “That’s weird … I thought she was. She must have gone outside.”

Scully swallowed, breathing fast, feeling hot tears pooling in her eyes. Whatever was happening, that certainly seemed like her big sister outside that door. Very young. Very alive.

There was the sound of a child’s aggrieved sigh. And then clomping, heavy footsteps leaving the room. Scully could hear Melissa complaining as she went back down the stairs. “She can’t sneak off and not help with the potatoes at all,” Melissa called. “That was supposed to be Dana’s job. And what about the boys, Mom? Bill hasn’t done one single thing to help! Do I have to do everything?”

Her voice grew more distant—and was answered, somewhere, faintly, by her mother’s voice, high and young.

Inside the dim closet, Scully didn’t move for a moment, trying to process.

When she felt safe enough to step into the room again, she rubbed her wet eyes, blinking. She looked around the bedroom again, seeing it fresh.

This bedroom itself was not a room she remembered well. The Scullys moved often, in her childhood, at least up until high school, and she and Melissa normally shared a room, at least until Melissa was old enough to begin doing things like following the Dead or getting jobs at bead shops, but that all seemed to be several years away. She thought this room might belong to the second stint of naval housing they lived in in San Diego. That did not last long, only a year, because her mother didn’t like the house and they eventually requested a bigger place on the same base, a place Scully remembered better. Scully could not quite remember what year that made this, or how old she should be.

What year that made this. Scully sat down, her legs trembling, on the edge of her bed.

This was not … There was a lot to parse through here.

She tried to piece together what might have happened. She remembered being in the chair in Hays’ laboratory—and before that, Mulder, his … mission, the pain of their conflict. But that’s the last thing to be thinking of.

She needed focus.

She looked down at her clothing. She was wearing what she had been wearing in the chair: a newer black suit, fitted at the waist, her boots. Reaching her hands to her head, she realized, with a start, that she still had the body camera strapped around her head—it was lightweight, and in her anxiety, she had not remembered it was there. The whirring and clicking sounds she heard before must have been the camera recording footage, right after she woke up in the bed.

Where that footage was going, if it could possibly be transmitted anywhere… well, that was a problem to consider later.

If Hays’ little project had gone wrong, if she had somehow been sent physically to her own past, both time and place, a feat of reverse time travel that certainly should not be possible, then it raised the obvious question: where was her child self? Melissa had expected to find child Dana in the bedroom, but she obviously wasn’t.

Scully more carefully examined the surface of the bed, and this time, noticed a small green notebook sitting splayed open. Nearby, she spotted a shiny pink pencil about to roll off the bed.

She ran her fingers over the notebook’s cover. In black marker, written in straight and neat penmanship: Property of Dana Katherine Scully. Do Not Touch.

Something familiar hummed inside Scully. She flipped through the pages, seeing lines jump out, written in her own childish handwriting. “I punched Bill in the face, but he’s the one who got in trouble because I told Dad he hit me first.” and “Sister Spooky says if we dip our pencils in holy water we’ll do better on our spelling tests. Stupid.”

The last entry had only 8 and a half words. “Dear Diary, For Thanksgiving dinner today I am supp—” The last word was interrupted, the pencil mark trailing off.

And Scully could picture, with the clarity that usually came more easily to Mulder than it did to her, exactly what had happened. The child Dana’s body, sprawled here on the bed writing in her diary, was suddenly replaced, physically, by the body of her time-traveling adult self.

There was a lot she didn’t understand about the time travel mechanism at work here. From what Hays had described to her and Mulder, there wasn’t supposed to be a physical time travel mechanism at work here. Either Hays had lied, or some kind of unimaginable mistake had been made.

But her grasp of paradox, her general conception of physics and the flow of time, gave her cause to be worried. If adult Scully had replaced her child self, then her child self was no longer living the timeline that she had previously lived. This was a rupture in the established history of Dana Scully.

Whatever the ... emotional situation had been with her and Mulder before she left, once it was obvious she had physically vanished, she knew Mulder would be losing his mind trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

That didn’t change about Mulder. No matter what. After all, she thought bitterly, she would become part of the all-important mission.

But that was assuming Mulder knew who she was. That the timeline hadn’t been altered. That she had grown up to be the Dana Scully she was. That she had gone into the F.B.I., that she had met Mulder, that they had taken this case.

Stay calm. There are too many unknowns to panic. Take one step at a time. Scully put her hands on her head, making herself inhale and exhale, and felt again the elastic band of the camera apparatus under her fingers. She would have to decide what to do with that 1999 camera attached to her head if she was going to leave this house and go on a 1970s adventure.

She looked down again at her interrupted child self’s diary entry. Specifically at the top, where she had written today’s date.

Thanksgiving Day, 1973.

She should have been nine years old.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xfiles fanfic

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scipiosmith · 1 year

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I wont lie. Its kinda a bummer to get as far into sapr as I have (volume 2 chapter 13) only to recently learn you're a rwde poster and seemingly think comphet is cool and fine based on how blacksun is in here. And maybe that will change later, and I will gladly apologize for being wrong in that count, if something happens where they realize they're not good for each other. Cuz despite my better judgement I will keep reading because I am unfortunately invested and in it for the long haul, unless some especially egregious opinions are expressed through the text.

You have a good writing style. And I do admire your commitment writing (and then re writing) so god damn much for this story. You're ability to integrate the MLP characters and what I assume is side lore into the story is very well done that sometimes I cant tell who is an OC, an mlp character( unless I already know of them) and who is from the comics I havent read.

But like. Idk. It's just kinda disappointing? That a talented writer and someone I thought was alright generally, turned out to be a little bit shitty.

But then that's the nature of people. To disagree on some fundamental things are natural.

I suppose I should thank you for not going the whole hog and calling me a homophobe, but on the comphet thing... I appreciate that this is the only work of mine that you've read. I appreciate that this fic has BlackSun in it, and I appreciate that at the point in the story that you are up to there aren't any queer ships.

But I have written a book with a lesbian lead whose girlfriend walks into the underworld to rescue her from the Furies.

I have written SunLight fic.

And eventually, and already in the un-rewritten version of this story, Sunset is going to get/has gotten together with Cinder:

So I would appreciate it if you didn't label me like that just because one story has a ship that you don't like or doesn't have the queer ship you wanted.

On the topic of RWDE then, yes, I am more guilty in that regard, although I wouldn't call myself a poster so much as a reblogger.

I suppose I can appreciate why that might bother you, but on the other hand if I wasn't RWDE inclined then this story wouldn't exist. If I didn't hate the death of Pyrrha then this story would not exist; the whole reason I started writing this story that has become as long as Jormungandr and has as many legs as a centipede is because I couldn't find any stories that didn't kill Pyrrha off at the end of Volume 3 and so I decided that I would have to write one myself.

For better or worse, this is a story that has its genesis in my dissatisfactions with the show; obviously you hadn't noticed it up until now and hopefully you won't notice it in the text subsequently to this, however... if you're expecting at some point the scales to fall from Rainbow Dash's eyes (or Blake's, for that matter) and for her to realise that General Ironwood is and always was a thoroughly despicable villain then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

#is this rwde?#answered #sapr fanfic

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palaceofpassion · 2 years

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(Human MLP AU) Rainbow Dash is in the middle of her workout regime with Twilight there because she was invited by Rainbow while Spike is there because he was invited by Twilight. When she needs someone to spot her Twilight suggests Spike do it since she isn't a sports person. Rainbow questions if a little guy like him can spot her but Spike goes along with it. She decides to increase the weight she usually lifts and does well but she is soon losing strength. She is surprise when Spike easily lifts the weight up and puts it back without breaking a sweat.

"I don't think the lil dude can handle it."

Rainbow Dash didn't like Spike... she didn't like him at all. She'd noted that everyone tended to ignore his presence, though she figured it was that they actually hadn't noticed him. Whereas she did, and she chose to ignore him. There was something about him that made her skin crawl, a twisted feeling she didn't like. He was bad news, and the sooner he was gone, the better.

Of course, she wouldn't tell Twilight that, they were siblings, so they said. Despite both of them being purple, she wasn't so sure about that. Either way, still not a fan of him.

So why Twilight had brought him? She couldn't possibly fathom... but... well... she put on a few more weights, she was sure he'd end up struggling helping her. Not like she'd need him anyways.

SHe could feel that creepy presence behind her, the sensation that something was wrong. Her hairs stood on end, and the back of her neck was covered in bumps. Still she continued to lift, more and more, faster, and harder. All she could do to ignore him, all she could do to try to imagine he wasn't there.

But... eventually her strength waned... she wa slosing her grip!

"Damn it!"

Her eyes shut tight, it was going to smash into her.

But... nothing happened.

"What?"

Spike's arms had out stretched, holding firm against the heavy weight. She could see him shaking a little, but not enough to make a big deal of. Her eyes opened wide as he pulled them up and safely harnessed them back.

"Tha...thanks..."

"Welcome."

She was left stupified.

#h!rainbowdash #h!spike #mlphumanau

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that-ineffable-devil · 11 months

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Rainbow in the Dark | Chapter 5

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Author's Note: My deepest apologies for this particularly rough/rushed chapter. The house and health issues described last week bled into this week, but I couldn't go another full week with no update.

As I mentioned in my notes at the end of Chapter 4, I wanted to write a Jonathan POV chapter, and this is it. It also helps bridge the gap between our boys in their youths and their older selves, because I'm not writing their entire Jr. High/High School careers. This chapter picks up the Monday following Steve's disastrous weekend in Chapter 4, so it's gonna be angsty. I swear I didn't mean to write so much angst--it's just where the boys took me!

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter has very little content that should require a warning. However, there is a brief mention of the fights between Jonathan's parents that may be triggering, so I've put that and the rest of the chapter under the cut.

Chapter 5: If You Don't Want Me, Set Me Free

Jonathan’s stomach fluttered with excitement as he parked his bike at school Monday morning. He’d never been very good at making friends, and it still seemed impossible that he’d somehow become friends with the Steve Harrington. More than that, he couldn’t believe how kind and funny Steve was.

Jonathan had been on the wrong end of a few run-ins with Tommy Hagan, and there was nothing kind about that boy. Oh, he could turn on the charm when he wanted to get his way, but there was nothing genuine about him. Hagan was always making jokes about him—his hair, his clothes, even his parents. Eventually he’d learned to keep his head low and try to ignore the words, though some would always slip past his barriers—and those were the ones that stuck with him.

The fact that Steve was always with Hagan told Jonathan everything he needed to know about him—or so he had thought. He couldn’t reconcile the Steve he knew with the one who was friends with Hagan. Maybe Steve didn’t realize that Hagan was intentionally cruel. Maybe he just didn’t care—but that didn’t seem likely with what Jonathan had learned last week. He’d been obsessively trying to puzzle out Steve Harrington all weekend, and eventually decided it didn’t matter.

Because Steve Harrington from the library was the real Steve—the one who was his friend. And today he’d get to hang out with his friend at lunch time—an entirely foreign, but exciting concept. Jonathan’s smile widened into a stupid grin as he walked toward the school building, ducking his head instinctively so no one could see.

Maybe the universe wasn’t out to get him after all—maybe this was an olive branch, a way to make up for his life thus far. Maybe things were finally looking up for him.

Jonathan tried to catch Steve’s eyes as he entered homeroom, but the other boy was listening raptly to something Tommy was saying. Unwilling to put himself in Hagan’s crosshairs, Jonathan ducked his head and hunched his shoulders, silently finding his seat a row behind Steve.

Despite his best efforts, his eyes kept trailing to the back of Steve’s head during class. The boy’s hair was combed neatly to the side, not a strand out of place. A bit of a tag stuck up from the collar of his white t-shirt, and Jonathan wondered idly if he was bothered by it—if he could feel it scratching his neck but didn’t realize what it was—or if he was completely oblivious to it. Jonathan gripped his hands together as he felt the urge to tuck the tag back into Steve’s collar, like his mother had done for him so many times before.

Steve was never still during class—constantly rolling his neck, tapping his fingers, or jiggling his knee. Jonathan knew he was trying to pay attention, but he was probably only picking up half of what the teacher was saying. He smiled to himself as he remembered Steve pinching the bridge of his nose after he’d tried (and failed) to decipher his own notes in the library.

The hairs on the back of Jonathan’s neck prickled uncomfortably as he sensed someone’s eyes on him. His stomach dropped when his eyes flicked over to see Hagan staring back at him, a cruel smirk twisting across his face. His mouth suddenly dry, Jonathan dropped his eyes to his desk. He felt as if all the blood had drained from his body, a cold sweat raising goosebumps across his skin.

He kept his eyes locked on his desk through the rest of the class. Though he still occasionally felt that unsettling prickle of eyes on him, he didn’t dare confirm his suspicions. Whatever Hagan was planning, Jonathan didn’t want to be a part of it. He couldn’t help but hope he wouldn’t have to share Steve with him for long—that once Steve spent more time with him, he’d realize what an asshole Hagan really was. Steve deserved better than that.

When the lunch bell rang, Jonathan thought he might try walking to the library with Steve, instead of just meeting him there. Unfortunately, Hagan had stuck to Steve like flypaper all day, and even now Steve remained trapped in the glue. He tried to catch Steve’s eye again—to somehow silently confirm they were still meeting in the library today—but Steve didn’t see him. Jonathan bristled as Hagan caught his eye instead, something like victory evident on his features. That bastard had been monopolizing Steve’s attention all day—did he know about their time in the library?

Unable to confirm his plans with Steve, Jonathan decided to head to the library anyway. His mom had been in such a hurry to get to work that she’d forgotten to pack his lunch, and he didn’t have any money to spare—and sitting in a lunchroom watching other people eat did not sound remotely appealing.

He found a seat at their usual table and opened his backpack, pulling out one of the homework assignments he’d received that morning. If he had to wait, he could at least get something done. He trusted Steve would get there as soon as possible—though his eyes kept drifting to the library door, hoping he’d catch the other boy walking in.

Jonathan jumped when the bell for next period rang shrilly through the halls, despite the fact that his eyes had been glued to the large round clock on the wall for the past fifteen minutes, his homework assignment long since abandoned. Each second that ticked by had felt like a claw slashing through his chest to get to his heart, even after he’d realized that Steve was not going to show today.

He swallowed thickly, trying to smother his disappointment and soothe the ache in his chest. His mind raced through the possibilities—maybe Hagan hadn’t given Steve a chance to get away; maybe Steve had an appointment that he forgot to tell Jonathan about, and his parents had picked him up; maybe he’d gotten sick—or maybe he was just really hungry today. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he hadn’t meant what he said last week. Maybe he had really just been using Jonathan to get his assignment done last week. Maybe they weren’t really friends.

No, he couldn’t believe that. If Jonathan knew anything, it was how to read people, and Library Steve was genuine. He’d meant every word he’d said, and he’d been truly excited about meeting up with Jonathan again this week. They were friends. Something had just come up, and Steve didn’t have a chance to tell him.

Jonathan swiped at his eyes quickly to rid himself of any tears threatening to spill over and he took a steadying breath. It’s OK, he thought to himself. It’s only Monday, we have all week.

But the rest of the week went much the same.

Each day, Jonathan tried to quietly get Steve’s attention, and each day Steve didn’t see him. Each day, Jonathan waited alone in the library, his eyes flicking between the clock and the door, no longer even pretending to work on assignments. Each day, Jonathan’s heart broke a little more, his chest crushing it with the heaviness of realizing Steve was never coming back to the library. Not this week. Not ever. Not for him.

By Friday morning, Jonathan’s confusion and hurt had curdled into anger. His parents had spent the night before shouting and throwing things at each other after his father had said something particularly cruel to his little brother, Will. Jonathan had pulled Will into his room and turned the stereo on, turning it up louder as the shouting escalated to screaming and breaking glass. Will had slept in Jonathan’s room. Jonathan hadn’t slept at all, determined to keep his body between the door and Will, afraid of what their bastard father would do even after the fight died down.

The dark circles under his eyes belied the fire sparking in his dark irises, exhaustion doing nothing to quell the pain-fueled rage. He’d been patient, he’d been understanding; now Steve was going to explain himself.

Jonathan managed to keep himself together through the first half of the school day. Steve still wasn’t meeting his gaze—something he had finally realized was intentional. Hagan was still throwing him smug winks and smirks, and he could barely restrain the rage that uncoiled fiercely in his chest as he met Hagan’s eyes.

Jonathan had never been prone to violent emotions—he had vowed to never become his father—so he was shocked when the overwhelming urge to pummel the other boy’s face into the ground rose from his stomach like bile. Hagan had something to do with this, he was sure of it—but that didn’t excuse Steve steadfastly ignoring him all week.

When the lunch bell rang, instead of heading toward the library as he’d done every other day this week, Jonathan trailed Steve and Tommy as they walked toward the lunchroom. He had planned to wait until the end of the day, to catch Steve just before he left for home—but he couldn’t wait any longer. He couldn’t risk Steve leaving before he could reach him.

So, he followed from a distance as the two boys entered the cafeteria and headed to the lunch line. He’d brought his own lunch, but he stood in the line anyway, waiting for the two boys to get their meals and head to their usual table.

Moments after they’d settled into their seats, Jonathan abandoned the lunch line and bee-lined to their table. They were so deeply engaged in conversation that they didn’t notice Jonathan’s approach until he was upon them, slamming his backpack loudly on the table to get their attention and making them both jump and look up at him in shock.

Jonathan’s face burned hot as he glared at Steve, ignoring the ringing in his ears and the whispers of onlookers. He kept his eyes on Steve’s face, searching for something he couldn’t describe, determined to ignore the way Hagan’s face shifted into a smirk. He noted the way the blood left Steve’s face as he met Jonathan’s scowl, the way his pupils shrank to pinpricks and his body recoiled in fear.

Something in Jonathan broke and begged him to stop, terrified he’d say something he’d regret—terrified of making Steve fear him like he feared his father. But the pain and anger roiling his insides would not be silenced—it was too late to go back now.

“J…Byers!” Steve choked out, his eyes flicking around the cafeteria anxiously.

Jonathan wanted to be kind—he could feel the dread radiating from Steve—but a week of anxiety and hurt—a night of fear and fury and exhaustion—had left him with no compassion to give.

“So, you can see me!” he spat back, his forehead furrowing as the anger took over.

“W-what?”

“I’m not invisible, then? Not a ghost? You can see and hear me, yeah?”

“I-I d-don’t…”

“What’s wrong, Byers? Rough week?” Hagan interjected, a gleeful malice dripping from every word.

Jonathan didn’t look away from Steve, determined to see the truth—no matter the cost.

“Shut up, Hagan, this doesn’t involve you,” he spat at Tommy, finding courage in his fury.

“Oh look, the runt has some fight in him after all,” Tommy announced to the cafeteria.

Steve’s eyes still held Jonathan’s, as if he were unable to break away.

“Where were you? I waited. All week,” Jonathan said, ignoring Tommy and trying to keep his voice low.

Jonathan was acutely aware of an entire cafeteria of eyes on them now; he hadn’t anticipated that, and he wasn’t prepared for that kind of attention.

Steve didn’t respond, his mouth opening and closing, as if the words simply weren’t there.

“You waited, Byers? What for? Did you think my boy Harrington here was really your friend after you helped him with that essay? Really? You? Are you that pathetic?”

The barbed words stung as they sunk into Jonathan’s skin, but he kept his eyes on Steve, looking for confirmation or contradiction—anything. He needed to know, but he was losing resolve with every second of Steve’s silence.

“Steve?” he asked, even quieter this time.

“Wait…or was it…? No, it couldn’t be…” Tommy announced to the cafeteria, his voice mockingly hushed as though performing on a stage. “Did you think you had something special with Harrington, Byers? Develop a cute little crush on Hawkins’ star athlete, did you?”

Jonathan instinctively jerked back as if slapped, his eyes finally breaking from Steve’s to stare wide-eyed at Tommy—he didn’t see Steve’s head jerk down to stare at the table, his lips pursed tightly together.

“W-what?” Jonathan replied, still in shock.

“You heard me. Everyone heard me. And I don’t hear you denying it.”

Hagan’s voice was light, as though he were talking about the weather, but Jonathan heard the intent behind the tone—the challenge.

Silence rang through the cafeteria louder than any school bell; not a whisper fluttered between students. Jonathan felt his chest tighten as he flashed back to the words his father constantly hurled at Will—queer, fairy, faggot. He couldn’t breathe.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Byers,” Steve said finally, his voice soft and low.

Jonathan snapped back to reality, as if Steve’s voice reminded him of why he was here—what this whole awful situation was about.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about,” Jonathan replied, his voice flat and monotone.

It wasn’t a question. Jonathan felt the ache in his chest bloom into a burning flame as his entire body flushed with the heat of embarrassment and anger.

“No,” Steve replied simply, eyes still lowered.

“So, we didn’t hang out in the library at all last week?” Jonathan asked incredulously, feeling his voice rise involuntarily.

“We worked on our English Lit essays at the same table, that’s all,” Steve replied, his voice also rising with the color in his cheeks.

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?!” Jonathan was losing control, his voice and body taking his brain somewhere it didn’t want to go.

Both he and Steve seemed to have all but forgotten that anyone else was there—even Hagan.

“That’s what happened,” Steve hissed, his eyes finally meeting Jonathan’s again, though now they were inscrutable.

“That is not what happened, Steve, and you know it.”

“Stop kidding yourself, Byers. I know you’re lonely or whatever, but if you’re hallucinating some kind of friendship with me, you’re deluded. Get some help, man. I don’t need some bullshit drama from a crazy Byers,” Steve said coldly, though his eyes had left Jonathan’s to stare at something behind him.

Once again Jonathan recoiled as if slapped; he felt hot tears rising in his eyes. He needed to get out of here. Now.

“Bullshit drama, right,” Jonathan replied, trying to hide the cracks in his voice.

“You know what I think, Harrington? I think you’re bullshit. All bullshit, no substance. Just some dick faking and bullshitting his way through life. And what’s more, it’s going to come back around, and you’ll have nothing but your own bullshit to blame. Have a nice fucking life and fuck you.”

He spat the last words with an icy venom, punctuated by him yanking his backpack up and over his shoulder and stalking off, trying to shake the image of Steve’s broken and pained expression from his memory—an expression he had to have imagined.

He made it to the boy’s bathroom before the tears finally overwhelmed him, wracking sobs ripping from his chest as the entire week crashed around him at once.

The immediate aftermath of the “Batshit Byers” confrontation only lasted a few weeks, with random hurtful notes and drawings showing up on and within Jonathan’s locker and cruel laughter following him through the halls. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did—it wasn’t really much different than how things had been before Steve—maybe a little more overt, but the same results.

But there was one glaring difference between the time before the library, and the time after it. Before that week, all Jonathan had known was being the school freak—the weird kid that most people ignored.

But then he’d spent a week in the library with Steve Harrington, and for the first time in his life he’d allowed himself to feel something he never had before—hope. Hope that things could be different. Hope that things could get better. Hope that he could have something good and warm in his life.

The following week had completely disabused him of that illusion. The universe had made it excruciatingly clear that hope would be extinguished with extreme prejudice, and that what he wanted in life was not his to obtain. That weekend, as he tried to pick up the needle-sharp shards of his broken heart, his purpose in life began to crystallize in his mind.

He didn’t need friends or love to distract him from what was important—his mom and brother. He would care for them, support them, protect them. His family needed him more than he needed anyone, especially someone like Steve Harrington in his life.

Post Notes: I have GOT to stop breaking my own heart. But I feel like this chapter is a solid bridge between the friendly relationship Jonathan and Steve had developed in the library and the outright hostility by S1 of the show. Sure, it could have just been about Nancy--but why would we want to follow the overused heteronormative "he has a crush on my girl and that is unacceptable" trope? I think we can do better. And so can our boys.

Chapter 6 Preview: After the events that put young Eddie in the hospital, he moves to Hawkins with his Uncle Wayne. It's a rough adjustment for a 13 year-old boy, especially when he has the freedom to test his (and his uncle's) boundaries for the first time in his life. [Currently in Development--may include a little excerpt from his early Corroded Coffin days or we may quickly skip ahead to S4 Eddie; I'll update when I know for sure.]

Thank you to all readers who have made it this far! Likes, comments, and shares are deeply appreciated! I, like Steve, am heavily motivated by praise.

Credits

Bat dividers courtesy of StrayWords.

Fic title courtesy of Rainbow in the Dark by Dio.

Chapter title courtesy of Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash.

#jonathan byers #steve harrington #jonathan stranger things #hinted stonathan #future steddie #tommy hagan #childhood trauma #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #read on a03 #fic: rainbow in the dark #stranger things #is it obvious that i cannot stand tommy hagan?#i'm sorry to anyone who wrote him better #and i'm sure he's a multifaceted human being #but that doesn't excuse the douchebaggery #and let's be honest #tommy hagan excels at douchebaggery

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So let's do Episode 130.

After the recap, Kaito reaches to Yusho, Yusho notices them, Edo notices his feet, that he broke.

Kaito states Yuya was being controlled by Doktor, but Yusho stops him, saying its all wrong.

We cut to Yuya screaming, Yuzu calling out to him, Reiji watching Yuya, and the officer saying ARC-V is at %50 completion. Leo takes his throne to the ARC-V reactor, Reiji tries to stop him, but he closes the door, saying it is too late now. Girls faint.

Edo is shocked by Yusho's revelations. Kaito is surprised Yuya, and Yuto are Z-ARC's reincarnations, Yusho explains the situation. Edo states Yugo, and Yuri are in middle of a duel, Yusho tries to run to them, but can't. Edo wants to do this himself, and explains how Yuya helped him change his opinions. He takes the half of Smile World. Yusho notices this was the card from back then., and he had it for long.

Yuri, and Yugo do the hitotsu routine. Sora notices Edo, tells him to stop this Duel. Kaito, and Edo enter the Duel.

Kaito starts his combo, Yugo tries to stop him. Yuri commends how Kaito perfectly calculated his actions. Edo commends him for taking their Dragons, but Yugo Summons Speedroid Skull Marbles. Kaito states he wanted to give Edo the optimal conditions, but couldn't, Edo states this is fine.

Sora starts his flashback. He states he never liked Edo, which is why he decided to join the infiltration of Standard. In the flashback, Edo states he wanted Sora to join his command when he graduated, but Sora refused, stating being part of the military isn't his deal, and he can do everything himself. He realizes compared to Edo's talent, he is not that big of a shot, so he begs Edo to finish the Duel.

Edo Fusion Summons. The monster he uses here, Destiny HERO - Dreamer, seems to be based off Marvel's Sleepwalker.

Edo tries to finish Yugo off, but Yugo stops him. Edo tries to calm him, but Yugo gets angrier, stating he shouldn't say so half-heartedly. Edo eventually manages to get rid of Skull Marbles, and states Yugo came here for Rin. Yugo tries to remember. Yuri states he is his actual opponent. Edo tries to make Yugo remember.

Edo attacks Yugo, but Yugo negates the attack. Kaito states he stopped it altogether, but Edo states there is still hope, since Yugo responded to Rin, his true self is not yet gone.

Yugo starts his turn. he tunes his Clear Wing under Kaito's control to Summon Crystal Wing. Yugo attacks Edo. Edo tries his combo, Yugo tries to negate it, but Kaito stops him.

Yusho crawls from behind. Edo explains Yugo, and Yuya were apparently once one guy, thus he should now Yuya's egaoist ideology. Yusho calls Edo's name during his speech. Yugo states this makes no sense, and continues his battle. Edo states his speech is not over, and uses Dreamer's effect from GY. Edo states he will hold on until Yugo returns to normal. Edo states he learned the true beauty of Dueling from Yuya.

Yusho states Yuya is about to be swallowed by darkness, and begs Edo to bring him back.

Edo Fusion Summons Dusktopia, which has the same celestial background as Pendulum Ruler, and later on Arc-Ray Dragon.

A bit of a break here, especially since I love Dusktopia. This card is based on Judai's Divine Neos, used against Darkness in the end of GX S4, though its overall design is a homage to Ozymandias from Watchmen, since Edo's original monsters were based on Alan Moore's The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

As Kaito notes, the Japanese name of Dusktopia is Duskutopiaguy, going from Dystopia's Japanese name of Dystopiaguy, that is, going from dystopia to utopia. The Utopia reference is of course a reference to Number 39: Utopia's localized name. Dusktopia's Japanese name also contains Yuto's name, which as we discussed before, is a reference to Number 39's localized name.

Much like Divine Neos's animé card artwork, Dusktopia glows in a rainbow colors, though in this case it is closer to Rainbow Neos, Judai's previous big card.

Edo continues his big speech, he states he will save the two boys from darkness, and turn the land where the light of hope was devasted into a desirable one. During this speech, Dusktopia copies his motions.

Edo's big speech is of course a reference to Judai's final speech to Darkness.

Yugo continues his attack, but Dusktopia stops him. With the attack stopped, Dusktopia's radiance allows Yugo regain control.

Yusho congratulates Edo.

Yugo refocuses on Yuri. Edo states it is now Yuri's turn to egao. Yuri is disgusted.

Yuri uses Super Polymerization to Summon Greedy Venom by using Starving Venom under Kaito's control.

(Super Polymerization has the same ARC-V reactor animation from the Asuka Duel.)

Yuri attacks Dusktopia, but Yugo stops him, and destroys Greedy Venom. Greedy Venom's field destruction effect activates, causing all to be defeated, but Edo uses Dusktopia's effect to give Yugo a second chance. With Edo, and Kaito's defeat, Sora tries to enter the Duel, but can't.

Yusho takes Edo's half of Smile World, stating after all he said, they still lost, but Yugo stops him, and says they didn't waste anything. Yugo, with Edo's help, resolves to defeat Yuri.

Next episode is Reira vs. Reiji confrontation.

That was the episode, here's the meta.

Skull Marbles is the highest Level Speedroid Yugo uses in the proper canon of the series, though of course, he will get the much higher level Clear Wing Rider post-canon.

It is unclear why Dusktopia managed to stop Yugo. We know within the series itself, it is a representation of Edo's resolve, and Yugo, being the Yuboy with strongest sense of self, has the least amount of Z-ARC active in him, but the actual lore reason is bit more ambigious. Next episode seems to imply with the Golden Ray that it too is a manifestation of Ray's will, but given the Darkness vs. Judai allusions, it might be more because Edo managed to stop the part of Darkness inside Z-ARC inside Yugo (a bit complicated, but roll with it, we already talked about how this show is basically Kingdom Hearts).

Maliciousmagnet is the only Tuner I know of that can use opponent's monster, though it is not the only card. Synchro Material also can.

The parallels with Yugo, and Yuri taking back their Dragons, and upgrading them, is obvious.

Greedy Venom is the highest Level version of all upgraded Dimension Dragons, though not the highest combined form, technically (Rank 7 Odd-Eyes variants are analogous to Level 14-15).

Starving Venom's, and variants' whole concept seems to be based off Buddhist interpretation of Trishna:

This explains the red lotus design patterns on Greedy Venom.

This episode largely sets up Sora, and Edo's relationship for the final Z-ARC duel. This episode also showcases Edo's final major Monster cards for ARC-V. Edo might get a proper Divine Neos analogue in the future, though the current focus seems to be Destiny HERO analogues of classic HEROes.

#ygo arc-v meta mini

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breezypunk · 8 months

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For the Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ:

Can i have 3,7,19 for Maggie please? 🖤

Thank you! <3

Questions here

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

I'd say it is Maggie's lack of self-control. After her adopted parent's were murdered, and she joined up with Maelstrom for revenge against the other gangs who committed said murder, the feeling of power she had after the successful takedown was almost overwhelming. It took her a long time to get over this feeling, and it caused a pathway of destruction. She wasn't able to stop killing after this. Any Tyger, any Animal she came across, it was a almost as if her urges and self control completely flew out the window, because she knew she could do it and get away with it. So yes she was aware of it, but she wasn't aware of how serious it was until she met Patricia, who is pretty terrible, but was more scared that Maggie would find herself in a situation she couldn't get out of if she didn't stop this warpath, it seemed to have completely taken over her thoughts. Once Patricia came into the picture, she was able to have a little more self control over her urges, and found a way to use this for good, by doing merc-work on the side for Brick, who in my HC became a fixer, specifically for Maelstromer's looking for work. Eventually the need to kill for revenge dwindled. She thanks Pat a lot for helping her see the problem, had she not met her, she'd probably be in a lot more trouble. But than again, this was at a time when her parent's were just killed and she just joined up with Maelstrom, she was finally able to be her true self and let herself get a little carried away. She's pretty soft now, LOL.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

I truly love talking about Maggie's big change since I made her last year. I made her to be this kind, sweet, caring and loving person who was all sunshine and rainbows, more of a corpo background, and I even paired her with Evelyn for a little bit. But I realized that's not who I really wanted Maggie to be. BIG Maelstrom fan here, and I decided I wanted to explore that lifepath a little more with Maggie, because being a Maelstrom enjoyer, I never really dabbled there before. So instead of completely wiping her old self off the table and pretending it never existed, I decided to make it a HC where her life did a 180 after the death of her adopted parents, and she was finally free of the person pretended to be growing up, to a person she knew she was all her life but could never be free. She breaks up with Evelyn, joins up with Maelstrom, avenges her parents, goes through a killing spree phase, meets Patricia, falls in love, Dum Dum becomes her bestie and they all live happily ever after! Haha.

A choice I'm very happy I made. Don't get me wrong, Maggie is still nice, she grew even after becoming a part of Maelstrom, she still has a soft side, it's just harder to get out of her.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

I love how all the questions go hand in hand xD

When she first joined Maelstrom, it was bad. She had no self control over her need to kill every Tyger Claw & Animal, who were the gangs involved in her adopted parent's murders. Enraged was an understatement, ever seen someone cry when their angry? Well this was Maggie tenfold. Even Dum Dum was worried, and even a little frightened. She had so much to learn, finally being unshackled from a life she didn't like, in order to please her parents. She knew they wanted the best for her, she grew up wanting to please them so much that she hid all of this rage, it was all pent up inside of her, when she was finally able to release it, she went wild.

Now that some time has passed, she's better and can handle her rage and anger in a way that won't scare off even the toughest of Maelstromer's. She does get the side-eye from Pat every once in a while though. xD

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: maggie borden #oc meme ask #thank you ! <3 #love making maggie lore #I love her so much #been through just as much as vaughn #she truly needs a hug #she'll prob cry if she gets a hug

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nosuchthingasagruffalo · 11 months

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Resolutions - Chapter 1

Kathryn patted the earth around the tomatoes, they were growing really quickly and she couldn't wait to show Chakotay she could at least grow food even if she couldn't cook it. Chakotay had been talking about building a boat and Kathryn was saving her replicator rations to replicate a swimming costume, something she hadn't thought of when they were first stranded.

"Hey, your tomatoes are looking pretty good, you know you're not allowed to touch them after we pick them right? Don't want to see them incinerated or mouldy or whatever your usual recipe is"

"Bully" Kathryn laughed and flicked a bit of soil at him, he grabbed her wrists and pretended to push her face into the soil. "I surrender, I surrender" she laughed trying to wriggle free. She was out of breath from laughing and as she looked into his eyes she saw he was not laughing and looking at her like he couldn't decide what he was going to do next. She couldn't work out who was closing in on whom but somehow she felt his breath on her cheek, smelled his aftershave and finallytheir lips crashed together and her arms wrapped around his neck. Chakotay's hands came to her cheeks and he groaned as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. His arms ran down her back and cupped her bottom, rubbing up her sides and round her waist. Chakotay could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for her to stop before they went too far. Kathryn broke the kiss and smiled at him then brought her hands to his forearms and guided him as they walked towards their shelter.

Inside he laid her down on the bed and ran his hands up her legs, she moaned as he ran his hands brushed over her knickers. he slipped a finger inside and Kathryn moaned louder "take them off" she murmured as Chakotay pulled them down and found her clit. She fumbled with his trousers, pulling his erection free and spreading her legs "fuck me please" she whispered. He pushed himself inside her, never breaking their kiss, lifting her hips and thrusting deeply. Her moans increased as she felt a tingling spreading throughout her body, as she felt her blood thrust through her veins she felt Chakotay coming inside her and a whisper in her ear, very quiet and almost inaudible "I love you".

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The boat trip was a success and Kathryn found she didn't need her swimsuit. They spotted rainbow fish and made love in their tent as the sun set on another summer day. When they got back they made plans to explore upstream next time if the weather allowed and as the summer pressed on they packed up their camping gear for their next trip. Kathryn had been under the weather recently and ran her tricorder to check to see if she had picked up a new virus in this part of their planet.

Chakotay was packing his tools in the shed when he saw Kathryn appear silently in the doorway. "We need to talk" she said "That last trip, I thought we were away for 7 days, I counted wrong when we got back and I was late taking some medicine. My contraception. It was stupid to save rations and have only me take it, I've made a huge mistake" she felt the tears welling up.

"Kathryn, are you pregnant" Chakotay tried to keep his voice steady, clearly she was more shaken about this possibility than he was. She nodded and ran from the shed. He easily caught up with her and held her "hey, I know you're scared but I think this is something you might want?" he ventured. "I don't know" she whispered as he held her close.

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As the weeks went by Kathryn still couldn't come to a decision, on earth a child with Chakotay would be wonderful. But here on a lonely planet she couldn't face the thought of a the child living more than 40 years after her and Chakotay's deaths. Chakotay said he hoped the child would be able to eventually leave, maybe it would have immunity to the virus and could take the shuttle they had been left, seek out a friendly race and settle amongst them. Kathryn felt Chakotay's unsaid words, that to her the baby was a bundle of cells but Chakotay believed its spirit was already formed. And as the weeks passed she meant to give herself the medication to pass the foetus but found she never quite got round to it. One day she appeared to Chakotay as he was chopping wood "I felt it kick Chakotay, I don't know how we will navigate this but I guess we need to come up with names". Chakotay held himself back, not rushing to pick her up as he wanted but walking slowly and rubbing her back "this child will be so loved, we'll figure out how to get him into space and up amongst the stars", he smiled.

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Kathryn's pregnancy passed easily, Chakotay read all the instructions on how to assist in childbirth, and as he found himself telling Kathryn to stop pushing as the baby passed from her body into its father's loving arms "hello Sophia" he smiled as he placed the girl on Kathryn's chest.

The first six months Chakotay felt like he was in heaven, he played peekaboo with Sophia and took her to show her the babbling river. He and Kathryn delighted as Sophia tasted the fresh fruit and her mother's speciality tomatoes. The lay in bed all cuddling together, "why are her eyes still so blue? I didn't know how I was carrying that gene around" Chakotay laughed. "Her dimples are definitely aaaaalll yours" Kathryn poked him in the ribs. They heard the baby cry and snuffle in her cot. "She's feeling a little warm today let me scan her" Kathryn grabbed her tricorder and scanned the baby. "hmm she seems to have an unknown virus, not the one we have. hmph I need to look into this" Kathryn frowned as she fired up the computer. Chakotay kissed the little girl's forehead and noticed the light sheen of sweat across it.

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stayevildarling · 3 years

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- When the time is right - Pt 1

Part 2, Part 3

word count: 3.8k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, angst + fluff at the end

A/N: This story is kind of an AU. Reader meets Venable when Wilhemina is light Mina (orange hair, adorable, cute, friendly) and they get together. One day Wilhemina breaks it off suddenly and they only reunite years later but Reader is met with a much darker version (dark Mina).

Also, this used to be on my Wattpad but I decided to completely rewrite it and add multiple parts

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@lunaticwhittaker, @rainbow-hedgehog, @mrsdeanhoward, @alexajbitar, @in-cordelias-coven, @kenzbro, @loverofallthingssarah, @twistedpoeticjustice, @billiebeanhoward, @minaslittleone, @lilypadscoven, @vintagepaulson, @ninaahs, @whitelotus00, @httpfiftyshadesofgay

-Flashback-

''Are you serious right now after all we have been through?'' you try hard not to scream but it feels like your body is on fire, your lungs are burning, heart racing and your eyes watering. You cannot believe you are having this conversation with your girlfriend Wilhemina right now. After a whole year of knowing each other and eventually giving the relationship a go she is talking about moving on.

'It's for the best'' is all she said in return and then she walked out, cane in her hand hitting the floor hard and not once did she look back, she ignored your cries, you begging her to stay and please turn back around. You keep repeating this is a nightmare and you are gonna wake up any minute to her holding you in her arms. But it was no nightmare and she did walk out of your shared apartment and ever since that day you have tried to move on. But no matter what you did working, moving out of the apartment, meeting friends, getting to know new people it didn't work, Wilhemina was always on your mind, when you are asleep she would visit in your dreams, when you are driving or outside and a song plays, she is there in your memory as if she never left in the first place.

-End of Flashback-

Even right now as you are walking through the streets on your lunch break, coffee in your hand and earphones in your ears listening to music she is here again.

''I never needed you like I do right now....I never hated you like I do right now'' as you hear those lyrics your heart skips a beat and it feels like it is breaking all over again. You tried everything you could think of, start a new job in a new field, you moved to a new city but nothing seems to be able to take your mind off the redhead, clouding your mind, her touch still so present lingering on your skin, her voice still ringing through your ears and the smell of lavender following you wherever you go.

Currently, you are working for a company in California, in the social media department and to promote the brand and their work. It's mostly boring but you do enjoy social media and advertisement so you gladly took the job considering it comes with a higher paycheck and a brand new apartment. There was nothing left in your old city, no friends anymore because you drove them all away as they always talked badly about your ex-girlfriend and the feelings you still have for her. No family because you were kind of always on your own and after quitting your job there, there was nothing holding you back. The woman with red-orange hair and a purple obsession is currently on your mind again and no matter what you do she is stuck in your head, like a catchy record and it hurts. As you think about her a wave of flashbacks hit you, with no way of putting a stop to it and keeping the storm at bay.

''Wilhemina Venable, nice to meet you'' was the first few words that you ever heard her say and for a moment you were so struck that you couldn't even say anything. ''Cat got your tongue hmm?'' was what she said afterward and what got you to snap out of it, introduce yourself, and shake her hand. And when you touched her for the first time you knew you would never ever get tired of feeling her soft hands.

You would also never grow tired of looking into her beautiful brown eyes or the soft smile she would give you whenever she would see you. Back then you just finished college and you took your first job and she was your co-worker. Starting a relationship with a co-worker is sometimes frowned upon and there probably are good reasons for that but you didn't listen, not to your friends telling you not to do it and not to the other co-workers after they noticed the glances you and Wilhemina exchanged at work. But you both never let that stop you and you fell for her and you fell hard.

Although you had some crushes before, mostly on teachers in college or celebrities, you never had been in a relationship before. Every morning before work you would get up so early and make sure to put your best clothes on, you would improve your makeup skills and try different hairstyles to impress Wilhemina and you did. She would notice how often you would come around to her desk and ask her silly questions you both knew the answers to but you pretend you didn't. And eventually, she took all of her confidence and asked you out and that night was the most magical night of your life.

You went to an expensive restaurant and after she took you home and she gave you something that night that was precious and you held onto it till today. Patience. She was your first love and she made sure to not rush, to not hurt you, to be there for you and hold you whenever you needed her. After your first date, you went on some more magical nights together, before you were ready to allow her to love you and to love her in return and she made you feel things you never felt before. She would make your whole body feel beautiful and worthy, all your insecurities left whenever you were around the woman who had many insecurities herself due to her back. And that's probably what you admire most about her, the way she made you feel whenever you were with her.

Thinking about all this, you think back to the many dates you both went on, to restaurants, shopping, the movies, car dates, attending work parties together, going to get drunk together. Life felt so easy with Wilhemina around, although she was a few years older than you she was pure, she was funny, soft, kind, precious and she was innocent. She would always treat people with respect and offer help and you loved her beautiful and kind personality. You never thought that one night after being with each other for almost a year she would randomly walk out of your life and not once turn back around or try and talk about it.

Hearing the lyrics repeat, you sigh and shake your head because it is true, one part of you needed Wilhemina back in your life because no matter what you do you can not get her out of your head or heart for that matter. Part of you does hate her for leaving and walking out, you never cried harder in your life than the night she left and you couldn't function for days. All you did was cry, toss and turn in the bed or curl up on the floor in a little ball until you couldn't cry anymore but the pain never stopped. It took days and in the end, your friends who picked you up again, taught you how to take care of yourself again by eating, showering, getting dressed, and going to work and you hoped that moving and changing jobs would change something.

As you are sitting in a park, only a few blocks away from your new workplace, watching people having picnics, playing with their kids, walking their dogs, or doing exercise you realize that all this wasn't worth it. Moving away, leaving your job, apartment and friends did nothing, you still miss her and she still haunts you. You miss her gentle side, the soft Mina as you used to call her, who would hold you in her arms, who would say soothing words until you would fall asleep, and who would make you feel better after a hard day at work, hold you after a nightmare or would let you ramble about another one of the co-workers annoying you. You miss telling her about your days and how you feel because you could be free with her and be who you are and you haven't been that way in a very long time.

Checking your phone you notice your lunch break is over in five minutes so you toss your empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can and walk back to your office. Today has been particularly boring because all you have to do is answer people's dm's and requests on social media because currently there is no campaign going on. As you walk back to your desk you put your coat and bag away and start logging onto your laptop. That's when you hear your boss on his way to your desk and you can't help but internally roll your eyes. He isn't a bad guy or anything, he is in his fifties, grey hair, always wearing a suit and he treats you with respect and you appreciate him but whenever he would approach you it means a problem, like an advertisement going wrong or a complaint or a new major client and that means longer hours and staying in the office till midnight. Not that you mind considering there is nothing or no one to come back home to.

''Y/N'' he says as he finally reaches your desk. Looking up from your desk, you force a smile and reply ''Yes Mr. Odell what can I do for you?''. By his posture, you can tell he is in some kind of distress.

''Listen we have a potential new client and I want you to come to our first meeting with them'' he says excitedly and you question why he can't just bring his assistant. ''I can't bring Janet she is sick so I need you to get your things'' he explains and you log off your computer, take your coat and bag and follow him outside the building. It is quite chilly, so you are glad that you put a jacket over your blazer.

As the familiar buildings and streets fade into the distance, you try not to zone out like you usually would but these days your mind would often be preoccupied with daydreams or memories as if someone else was entirely in control of your thoughts.

''I have a meeting with a Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter'' he says absent-mindedly while looking into his calendar and talking about the company you are headed to. Snapping out of your thoughts, you nod and mumble ''Of course Mr. Odell'' before averting your gaze back to the window looking at the hectic city and people going on about their days. Your thoughts wander back to work and you try to think of a few possibilities to advertise their products, as that might not be as easy as you originally thought when agreeing on accompanying your boss.

The first thing you see as you walk into a large unfamiliar building, following your boss's steps, is a front desk with some employees sitting there, it seems that this building is home to a few companies and different departments as they guide people into different parts of the building. You watch as your boss approaches the front desk, ''Hello may I help you?'' a woman with blonde hair asks politely.

''Yes I have a meeting with Kineros Robotics'' he says and she looks at you, then him again, and points towards a sign. ''It's to your right just follow the signs'' she says and you notice how her facial expression changed from nice and friendly to cold and possibly scared? after your boss mentioned the company name. Reading people's expressions and understanding their underlying feelings, has always been something you are good at but you quickly shake the thought away and follow your boss.

As you walk down the corridor you see a young woman with long brown curled hair wearing a blouse with flower prints and a skirt run down the hall with a box in her hand, her heels echoing through the building. ''I'm sorry'' she mumbles hectic and nervous as she zooms past you and you give Mr. Odell a questioning expression before reaching the department.

''I'm so sorry there was a bad accident on the 101'' you hear the woman say and then you hear a sound that sounds both so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The cane tapping. For a moment you freeze, knowing this isn't just any cane tap as you are so used to a certain redhead woman expressing her emotions partly through the very device that helps her keep her balance. Despite not having heard the sound in over a year, you know exactly who must be on the other end of the hallway.

Temporarily you freeze, thinking maybe her leaving you and breaking things off with you, has ultimately clouded your senses and affected your brain and maybe you are imagining everything. After all the rational part of yourself, is trying to remind you that there is no explanation right now as to why she would be here of all places.

However, the next thing you hear is a clear confirmation that your brain is not tricking you, it's not your mind so clouded by her absence, she is here, the only thing keeping you from seeing each other is a wall and a few steps apart. As you hear a familiar voice your heart stops beating and your throat goes dry.

''Not as bad as the accident that brought you into the world'' that is all you heard and although her voice sounds more cold, harsh and raspy you are fully aware that Wilhemina is sitting at the end of that corridor. For a moment your body goes into a state of shock, your ears ringing, vision blurring, and your heart beating out of your chest.

Shortly after the girl what you assume now to be an assistant comes running back towards the corridor with tears in her eyes and her heels making the same clicking sound. She zooms past you and Mr. Odell again and all he says is ''Damn she seems feisty'' and you know it's aimed at Wilhemina and for a moment you debate whether to just turn around and pretend to be sick or needing to answer a phone call but you know you can't back out now, after all, you have missed seeing her for too long now.

All you wanna do is see her adorable orange hair, that you used to run your fingers through and untangle some knots after she had a long day, the dorky glasses that you sometimes made fun of, and beautiful pastel purple probably everywhere if this truly was her workplace after all. ''Come on'' your boss says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again and you walk into the large room.

Eyes instantly wander to the source of purple in the room and the source of darkness in your heart and emptiness ever since she left but not only does your heart stop for a moment as you take a look at her, you blink a few times, now actually sure whether this is real or some kind of nightmare.

Wilhemina's hair is a much darker shape of red now and styled into a tall sharp quiff, no sign of her usual high ponytails anymore or the lighter and orange shape it used to be. You notice she doesn't wear glasses anymore and you are convinced her eyes look an even darker shape than before too. She is wearing a dress and it's also a very dark shade of purple with matching earrings. Even her makeup is darker, and as you see her sitting by her desk you can't deny how intimidating she seems, looking at some files, her cane resting on the desk right beside her. Even the cane is different now, it has a snake shape at the top and it's not the old plain one she used to have.

For a moment you believe you just walked right into your own personal nightmare, the funny, sometimes sassy, and beautiful girl you used to love now seems like a completely different and somewhat evil person. The Wilhemina you once loved and still have feelings for, as they never truly changed, seems gone and it seems like she was replaced by a new one, a colder version.

She would have never spoken to anyone like that or treated someone the way she just treated that girl that seems to be her assistant, by the looks of it. All the staring and observing Wilhemina happened in a matter of seconds although it feels like an eternity, everything is silent for a moment, all that is to be heard is your own heartbeat and the typing on Wilhemina's keyboard.

You watch as your boss approaches her and you follow him and finally, Wilhemina looks up noticing the presence of someone else in the room and her gaze is focused on him, so she hasn't seen you yet. He tries to shake her hand and says ''My name is Mr. Odell I have an appointment with Mr. Nutter and Mr. Pfister'' and she just looks at him and his hand with a slightly disgusted expression but she doesn't bother shaking his hand.

''Very well'' she says and takes a glance at you for a split second, noticing a second person in the room and her eyes wander back to her laptop thinking you are just some assistant but when she realizes who you are she immediately looks back over to you and she doesn't avert her gaze at first.

Wilhemina takes in your features for a moment, the sense of fashion, dressing smartly and formally but at the same time stunning as she always said, your hair, the improved makeup skills, and still the same details she always loved about you. She doesn't look into your eyes yet and you are interrupted when two men walk over.

One of them has brown hair and the other blonde hair and you try hard not to chuckle when you see them because they look hideous. ''Mr. Odell, nice to meet you'' they say and shake hands. ''This is Y/L/N maybe someone could show her around while we finalize the details?'' your boss suggests, taking you by surprise, and one of the two turns to Wilhemina and says ''Miss Venable would you give this beautiful lady a tour please''.

For a split second, you are convinced, she is about to kill him but you aren't sure if it's about the tour or compliment. ''Of course'' she mumbles and your boss and the two men leave and you are left there with your ex-girlfriend and awkward silence filling the room. You haven't looked up or into her eyes yet and it terrifies you, she terrifies you.

Wilhemina has no idea what to do or how to react after not seeing you for two years and the last time she did she walked out of your life and your relationship. The redhead looks at you and without looking into your eyes yet she knows the pain, she can see it and she can tell this is killing you inside, the last thing she ever wanted was to cause you pain.

You take a deep breath with your eyes closed and turn to Wilhemina and your eyes instantly lock and you look into her dark brown eyes and not leave her gaze for one moment. She takes a few slow steps towards you, her cane hitting the floor, and with every tap and echo in the room, it feels like your heart is ripped into more pieces and your past is here confronting you right at this moment.

''Mina'' is everything you can say but it comes out as a whisper while your voice cracks. Your ex-girlfriend's eyes close right away because she has missed hearing you call her that for the past two years but as she opens her eyes she reminds herself internally, who she is and that she is currently at her workplace.

''Follow me'' she instructs and you follow her while she walks down a corridor and into a room with big machines. While you follow her you can't understand what would have happened to her to turn into this cold-hearted person. She used to be the sweetest and kindest person you knew but clearly, something has changed. You cannot take your eyes off her and as she walks you into the room with machines, she explains about the work they do here and how they do it and as much as you try to focus and look at the things she shows you, you can't and Wilhemina notices.

''Do I bore you?'' she suddenly snaps in that cold voice again, her nostrils flaring and your heart feels like a knife was just thrown right into it. ''I'm sorr- sorry I-'' but you can't even think of a good enough excuse so you just look at the floor and try hard to keep your emotions at bay.

''Anyways, these are the machines and devices we use, whenever someone places a custom order we make sure to fulfill that order as efficient and quick as possible'' Wilhemina explains her voice still stern, sounding like she has given this tour so many times, she has memorized every single word.

However, you do notice her looking at you the entire time she explains and it seems like she wants you to say something but there are too many things that you want and wanted to say to her for years but you never imagined one day you would run into her like this. For several minutes the two of you stand in the rooms with machines, Wilhemina explaining and you trying hard to focus on her words intently.

''Y/N'' you hear the voice of your boss coming from the door, the two strange-looking men behind him, and you look at him, noticing the satisfied looks on their faces, indicating the deal worked well, and he says ''I'm finished, thank you, Miss, for giving her the tour'' he adds now focused on Wilhemina. ''Let's go'' he says and you walk in his direction without looking back at her and just as you are about to walk out of the door you look at her and say ''Thank you'' and then you walk out.

As you walk out of the large office building, back through the same long corridor, and past the front desk, you can't hear anything your boss is trying to say and the entire car ride back to the office you try and wrap your head around what just happened, abandoning every single word Mr. Odell is saying.

''This didn't happen wake up Y/N wake-up Y/N'' you keep repeating in your head but it's no use this is no nightmare this is reality.

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Kaz Brekker/Platonic! Crows x fem! Reader - Silence

A/n: So I know I haven't been very active lately but hopefully that will change! Also I don't really love this fic it's not very good and I might rewrite it in the future but for now, you guys can enjoy this shit!!!

Warnings: Abuse, sexual abuse, rape, violence, mentions of death, technically mentions of suicide, THIS FIC IS A MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING!!!!

Summary: They used to be happy. That’s what Jesper says anyways about his sister. When he’s asked where it all went wrong it’s usually responded with an I have no idea. When Kaz comes to confront them in front of the Crows why you came back all bloodied and carrying back a body, they know this isn’t going to end well…

Death clung to you. That's what people muttered in the streets of Ketterdam, 'if the Blackbird is on a strike don't go outside for a week and remember, pray to the saint who wears the most colour.'

Great bedtime stories for children.

Your legend would never end, though it must have begun somewhere. Someone who you decided could witness one of your killings must have made up a story. Started it up and told it in fright to someone and the people not believing a word they say. Before their dead of course. And then it spreads like the plague.

The Blackbird was once a hopeful girl, full of dreams and happiness. She had beautiful feathers of all different kinds of colours, and they sang to the heavens and it was as if she was a child of the saints. Then one day - the bird that brought kindness and sunshine to everyone's lives fell into a trap.

There was a hyena that people all thought was bad news but she thought she could help him become a better person.

The little birdy was wrong.

He hurt the bird of colours so badly that one day he burned her feathers and they became pitch black. The hyena thought that he had won at last and had gotten power over the bird.

It was said that she ran and escaped the terrible beast that day. And because he had changed her to the very soul she wasn't the same anymore, no. She was only used for revenge, and it was said she turned her backs on the saints for not saving her. When the saints did decide to intervene the little bird was shattered and could no longer sing. Her voice reduced to a vengeful whip, it was no longer beautiful but fearsome.

It was said that on that night the Blackbird used her wings on Ketterdam so she could cover the sky in darkness so the stars in the sky, the only things the saints could use to watch over mankind was blindfolded in a merciless fog.

And there the Blackbird was born.

Maybe death clung to you, but not the same way that trauma and the cruelness of the world does.

And that's a fate worse than death.

You remember strike one, you and Jesper were kids - happy kids. And the neighbour's son of was considerably older than both of you offered to babysit the one time your Da, and Ma was out.

Jesper was playing in the back, perhaps practicing shooting so he could impress your Mum but you stayed inside saying something along the lines that you wanted to cook some cookies for Dad.

How you wished you hadn't.

That teenage boy had put his filthy little hands on you. He left you in the kitchen tears running down your face and bile that you had to force back down your throat.

Your mother had found you like that and she instantly knew what had happened and she made everything much more bearable. When you had nightmares you would get up and knock on her door quietly enough for her just to hear and because your Ma was a light sleeper but your Da was not, she would get up and see you alright.

The poor woman never told her husband because you had pleaded with her not to. She always did blame herself and she made sure the boy never came around again but she did thank the saints that he didn't go all the way.

She wasn't sunshine, (she always said that was you!) No, she was the faint moonlight in the distance that helped guide you on your way home.

Then she died.

Strike two, was your mother dying. You remember that day where she went to take the poison out of that child and when she did she sucked it back into herself. In your arms was the last place your Ma took her last breath.

That was the day the world had lost its guide home and it always seemed to be in peril after that.

Strike three came almost immediately after strike two. Your father wouldn't talk to you. You became a ghost in your own house, you understood your father though,

she did die in your arms.

Jesper was the only one that didn't make strike three the last strike where the rope was at its point and snapped. He was your armour against the world, with his funny quirks and quips. He was the older brother you needed in those moments.

But armour slowly breaks over time and your dear brother wasn't getting enough out of life at the farm. So when your Father sent Jesper to Ketterdam you went right with him.

You attended college for a bit but eventually, your armour had finally left you. It broke under the stress of everything in his life that he couldn't keep up with yours.

So you meant him.

He was kind but knew when the world was being too cruel. He was wealthy, but not rich. He was sweet, but not puke up rainbows kind of way. He knew you like the back of his hand and always knew how to comfort you. Jesper had actually meant him once before he got too busy with the Dregs and said maybe he knew you too well.

You yelled at him at the time and said that was absurd! He would never do anything to hurt you!

Strike four was falling under his spell.

Strike five was when he told you terrible things about yourself and you thought he was always right. He could do no wrong in your eyes.

Strike six was when he finally started beating you and you had just expected it at this point.

Strike seven was when you weren't allowed to go to school anymore.

Strike eight was when he wouldn't let you see anyone, not even your brother. But you never questioned it, he was basically a saint to you, why would you? Besides Jesper never seemed to have time for you anyways.

Strike nine was when he cheated on you and told you you had to be better.

Strike ten was when he started raping you.

Then one day he was worse than usual and you grabbed the hot poker from the fire pit, that he had used to beat you before, and you had told him to stay away.

Then you ran.

It was the straw the broke the camel's back, it was the saints giving up on him or maybe it was the saints giving up on you.

You didn't care, you were free.

You made one promise that day, that you would never love again.

You learned quickly what Ketterdam was like even before you had meant him, so perhaps that was why it was so easy to become the Blackbird. The girl who never smiled, the girl who only lived only for revenge. The monster that will wipe your existence off of the earth like it was nothing. The ghost that will haunt you when your sins line up too high.

Eventually, you joined the dregs and you connected with your brother once again and he knew something was wrong the moment he felt your presence. He didn't believe you were the Blackbird, the girl who terrorized the streets of Ketterdam.

But he learned to accept it, they all did except for that blasted Brekker boy.

With your time in the Dregs, you had slowly begun to form something with Kaz but you quickly remembered your promise to yourself and you let him go.

Although you don't like to admit it, the Crows had become your friends - family even. You would do anything to protect them even though it didn't seem like it. You were you though, and that was being afraid to even semi-connect with them. Of course, you were, because you were growing a bit too fond of Kaz Brekker and last time that lead you to a fate worse than death.

So you distanced yourself for a while to recollect your thoughts and if you really wanted to stay with them. Did they ever manipulate you? No. Then you came back and you stayed, maybe you weren't the perfect friend or a very good one at all but the Crows knew you even considering to stay was a blessing all in itself.

They were always so patient with you even Kaz, especially Kaz, and you never gave anything in return to them. Guilt would often cloud your mind when you were near them but they were always so amazing something you could never be.

But one day they came to their breaking point.

Killing people wasn't anything new for them, much less you killing people but coming back with a bloodied body and losing contact with them for weeks was probably not the same as just 'killing.'

Jesper pulls you by your bicep into Kaz's office with the other Crows following behind. You stumble in as Kaz slams the door shut being the last one in the room. They stare at you with beady eyes almost like the ones on the infamous birds around the Slat.

"What the fuck Y/n!" Jesper finally yells. Everyone around doesn't even bother to tell him to lower his voice their faces held the same anger that Jes's did.

Silence drowns you in its ocean keeping you in its waters. A chain is wrapped around your throat as you sink deeper and deeper into its depths. You try and swim away, run like you always had before, but the weight around your neck is too heavy, too dense and it slowly drowns you.

You just shrugged your shoulders. How could you explain all that you went through? Why would you want to?

"We can't just brush this off Y/n, we always do, but you crossed a line," Wylan states calmly but firmly at the same time putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder trying to ease the tension in the room.

You laugh, you hadn't even been walking a line at all. No, you had been jumping from rooftop to rooftop as they created a chalk line at how far you could go. Balling your hands into fits you snarl, they have been keeping you back. Maybe it's a good thing but you didn't want to admit it.

What about Kaz? A voice whispers in the back of your head.

Your eyes travel to his form in the back. He's leaning on the wall slightly but also using his cane to make himself look up-right. The darkness in the back compliments his angular features making them stand out as if saying he was above you. And to most people he probably was and he deserved that position.

But it didn't matter to you, he was just Kaz to you. Even if you saw him as someone... Important in your life, nevertheless he didn't matter. He was just another powerful man drawing a line that you couldn't cross as the line became smaller and smaller till you were trapped against a wall with nowhere to go.

When you first became the Blackbird, you climbed up that wall, you knew what was going to happen next. And you would never let anyone do that to you again.

"If you think I crossed the 'line' then your wrong." Your voice started out light-hearted (never does a fake smile crawl on your face though) but slowly became menacing and terrifying.

You spin of your heels turning to Jesper. "You've kept me in a cage giving me freedom but always locking me back up in the night."

You turn to Wylan and you mock his voice from earlier. "It was only a matter of time before I would break out." Your eyes lock onto Kaz's and your voice softens while you look at him.

"You knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later. A bird needs to stretch its wings somehow."

"That doesn't mean you get to cut off communication with us for weeks than bringing in a body all bloodied. What you said before doesn't even explain why you did that Y/n," Inej says quietly.

You growl and the people closest to you jump back a little.

"Oh, what are you going to do, kick me out? Half of your businesses wouldn't have even succeeded without me!"

Jesper balls his hands into fists. "Gee for fuck's sake Y/n would just tell us!"

"HE'S THE REASON I'M A MONSTER!"

Your shout makes everyone freeze in their place and there it is again. The overbearing silence that takes over everything with its darkness. Running threw out the room, swirling around you and making it impossible for you to even hear anything other than your own terrible thoughts of madness.

But one voice isn't in your head of that hyena howling at you no, it's real and you can hear it among the darkness. You close your eyes listening in and hearing something other than darkness.

"Y/n." Your eyes snap open and you meet Kaz's eyes and you feel something dangerously close to relief.

"Everyone else out."

The Crows file out of the room one by one following Kaz's order. Everyone leaves but Jesper hesitates at the door and you see your broken armour trying to come back to you again and although it's harsh he wasn't there when he should have been. You understood that he had other problems he needed to sort out but you were his little sister.

You were supposed to stick up for each other.

"Out." Your voice would sound cold to anyone else but to Jesper, it sounds tired and unhappy. Lonely also however it has a hit of love and revenge as well.

The taller brother just sighs though and close's the door.

Kaz's eyes meet yours and your hands start to fidget with the cuffs of your bloodied shirt.

He doesn't say anything, he just stares at you. Willing you to spill information with just a glance. Any God would fall prey to those eyes and they would disclose all their knowledge while also thanking him in the end.

Kaz Brekker had something more powerful than Godly power over you.

So you couldn't help but tell him the real more dark story behind the Blackbird, he had already told you his so maybe, just maybe you could trust him.

"Do you know the Story of the Blackbird?" Your voice rings out against the muteness of the room fighting against it for once in your miserable life.

Kaz nods his head showing you that he knew. Of course, he knew it, was Brekker he probably knows every single version by heart.

"And I assume you know it's about me?"

Rolling his eyes but nodding once again.

You hesitate, knowing that after this you couldn't go back. That these next few words could change everything and why are you even telling this to the bastard of the barrel?

Because you love him.

It's simple and you promised yourself you would never love again but possibly that promise wasn't real because perhaps you never really loved that hyena. Some form of peace has definitely come from killing him, but maybe there's more to moving on from trauma than just revenge.

So with those thoughts in mind, the words tumble out of your mouth and you wouldn't be able to stop them even if you tried.

"Around the time where Jesper was just starting in the Dregs I had gotten a boyfriend. He was... Well, he was the perfect boyfriend but looking back he was too perfect. Basically fake, he was a manipulator and he knew me like the back of his hand. He knew where to press and I was under the impression that he could do nothing wrong." You pause to take a breath but you don't look up from your spot on the floor.

"It started with the small things like little insults thrown my way, but then it grew into bigger things like calling me a slut and what not. I wasn't even surprised when he started beating me."

Your eyes slowly come off the floor and they travel up Kaz's body but never meeting his eyes. You didn't want to see the disappointment that would be held in those eyes. That was inevitable.

"Then every day it started to get worse till he-" You cut yourself off and your legs wobble underneath you and as you collapsed Kaz jetted out and caught you before you could fall.

Tears were running down your face as you gripped Kaz's shirt as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bed. He place's you down and slides in beside you yet there was a good distance between the two of you. But it still gave you comfort and for the first time in a while, you didn't question why it did, you just went with it already knowing the reason why.

You loved him it was as simple as that.

"Then he-" You choked on a sob again and you bring your knees to your chest.

"You don't have to say it." He says gently nothing like what that hyena used to do to you.

"Noah used to rape me." The words come out in a blur and the tight feeling in your chest slowly falls apart and for the first time in a while, you truly feel like a Blackbird - free. Stuttering to breathe in a realization comes to your mind; Noah that monster will never hurt you ever again.

"Oh, my Saints! He's dead!" You cover your mouth with your hand and you lean back onto the headboard tears of happiness smear down your face. You don't laugh though but you feel even clearer than before. You could get used to this feeling.

Slowly you look over to Kaz and you realize the two of you were broken souls beyond repair and maybe just maybe that's what you needed. Perhaps that's what you both need, each other.

"Thank you." You whisper and the ends of Kaz's mouth curl's up a bit into what looks like is almost a smile but not quite. You would get there too one day.

===========TIME SKIP 4 Months======================

You jump from the rooftop gliding through the air and landing on the window sill of Kaz's office. You tilt your head to the side affectionately as you see The Crows getting ready for a heist only they're really just fooling around. Everyone but Kaz of course, he's in his desk chair drawing out some maps.

And they tell you you overwork! Hypocrites.

You open the window silently and you slip into the room unnoticed. You tiptoe over to Kaz's desk and you leap on top.

Kaz raises his eyebrow at you and you just shrug your shoulders, he probably had to stop anyways.

"You know there are other ways to get my attention other than acting like a child?"

"Oh, I know this is just more effective." You playfully respond.

Before Kaz could continue with the banter Jesper interject's just realizing you were here grabbing everyone's attention and placing it on you. Still not a fan of that.

"How the hell did you get from that rooftop to that window!" Jesper points outside in a slightly worried, big brother voice.

So you look him dead in the eyes and say; "I flew."

Jesper laughs along with the rest of The Crows but they stop at your deadpan look on your face.

"You didn't really?!"

"No, I didn't." You roll your eyes, "I didn't even think you knew that I did that."

Jesper comes over and wraps an arm around your shoulders and you immediately tense up.

"I do know some tricks! I am your older brother after all." His tone does get a few octaves of sombre at the end remembering the memories of how he didn't protect you before. But he's here now so you guess that's all matter's now.

You scoot off the desk out of his arm range but you do send him a sorry glance. The memories were just too much to handle sometimes. He just sends me a tiny knowing smile and nods and walk's off quietly (for the first time in his life) over to Wylan.

You watch everyone interact and it almost brings a smile to your face but something is missing and you wonder what it is.

Your question is quickly answered though as Kaz stands up beside you. His ungloved hand slowly garb's onto yours's and slowly you intertwine your fingers together.

"You really are the leader of a bunch of idiots." You say as Nina dares your brother to down a whole bucket paint.

"Yes, that's what it seems."

"But we love them." And for the first time in a while, you smile and it's not full-blown, it's tiny yet it has the whole galaxy in there.

"Yes, Yes I do." But Kaz isn't looking at The Crows he's looking at you.

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euphoriaofmidnight · 2 years

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Part 3: A Blank Plate

Warnings: death,blood,anxiety,trauma,regrets

Hello! So this is part 3. I hope you like it.

Word count: 2.4

A Blank Plate

part 1 , part 2

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The next day, you confronted him. It was all the wrong timing as he was having a bad day and just wanted to sleep, but you blocked his way.

"Why did you put the flowers in the trash? I thought you already forgave me. "

"I'm sorry Y/N, but the damage you did to me is permanent. I guess we’ll stay forever like we used to be, you know? Like how we are after that gift ceremony. "

"Camilo, please let’s talk about our issue in a calm and peaceful way. Just this once, don't f*cking ignore me. It’s been months! " You shouted.

"You hurt me for years. Do you think it's easy? My God, Y/N, can you stop being so annoying for once? You're being selfish,"

You shook your head due to the hurt that you're feeling right now. And laughed bitterly. Your stomach feels like it was filled with worms. You feel very very sick due to his word choice.

You turn your head to face him, "I know I’ve hurt you, but you don't have to do the same to me."

With that, you left. You decided to give Camilo the space that he needed. You thought that it was best to give him space to let him gather all of his thoughts. Dolores talked to Camilo about the misunderstanding that's going on between the two of you. He just sighed and buried his face on the pillows.

“Be kind to Y/N and give her another chance. You might regret it later, and by that time, you are the one asking for a last chance.”

On those days when you decide to give Camilo the space that he deserves, you spend your time trying to make a Ruana for Camilo with the help of your prima Mirabel. It's yellow, which is his favorite color, with a circle pattern, the shape of an arepa. You also embroidered his name and the quote "mi hermano chameleon".

When you finished it, you gave it to him, but he turned it down. It's not surprising, though. You are expecting this, but you still want to try. What's wrong with trying? Still, you kept pursuing him and chasing him like a dog. Eventually, you had the biggest argument you ever had.

It would be better if you stayed away from me. Camilo said. "I just can't accept it all."

"But I did everything I could!"

"Your efforts didn't change anything. It was all useless." Camilo, you left me a crying kid.

After your confrontation, you decided to make one last effort so that Camilo could live a happy life without someone who's an inconvenience. An effort that would change his mind and everybody's life. An effort that you think will make Camilo happy. After the dinner, where everybody was in their own rooms, you quietly packed your bags and put on the ruana you made for Camilo. With that, you bid goodbye to Casita.

For every step you take, a piece of your heart breaks. Tears flowing like a waterfall Your eyes were blurry and you couldn't even see where you were going. The only thing you have on your mind is that you want to disappear.

You could follow Bruno's step and hide in the walls like he did when he 'left' the house, but you don't want to.You don't want to see how much fun they have when you are gone. You wanted to permanently disappear...

Sunrise came, and you were in the middle of the forest. Big trees surround you, and tall grass makes it hard to walk. But you keep trying. You know there’s a life outside Encanto and you want to discover it. Suddenly, you stopped to look above as a rainbow appeared in the sky. You smiled bitterly. You know, they would be happy without you.

On the other hand, Pepa was giggling as it was her and Felix's wedding anniversary. Felix always prepares surprises for Pepa when it's their anniversary, but this time it was the opposite. Pepa decided to take turns. Pepa decided she was the one who was going to surprise her husband. As soon as the sun rose, she went outside to prepare for the big day. A big smile on her face.

Mirabel and Dolores woke up feeling a little ill. It's not literal sickness, but they felt something was wrong. Even Bruno felt that, but he didn't mind. Maybe because it was just because he's still not used to interacting with people. But it's almost been a year now!

Both Mirabel and Dolores stand up. They’re not together, but they move in unison. Their faces have beads of sweat. If they were Pepa, they would probably have a thunderstorm right now. They decided to look outside, and it was a joyous day, and there was a rainbow, but it felt... wrong.

Casita gave Mirabel a hint by swinging her closet door loudly, but she didn't get it. Casita doesn't want to really say it—knowing that Mirabel might panic. The floors moved, causing both of the girls to move. In a snap, Mirable and Dolores faced each other.

Both of them see each other's faces sweating and panting.

"Dolores, you might think I'm crazy, but I felt strange. " Mirabel started. Dolores' eyes widen. She felt the same way.

"Mira, you might also think that I'm crazy, but I feel something... bad," she said, whispering the last words. Little did they know, Bruno passed by.

"Both of you did too? I thought I was the only one. " The girl's eyes widened at their tio’s confession. Their conversation was interrupted when Abuela shouted that it was time for breakfast.

"Maybe Julietas' food will make us all better," Bruno suggested, and his two primas nodded, but it was the opposite.

"Why isn't Y/N here?"Mirabel thought. Sometimes she didn't eat breakfast. It was all nothing.She tries to calm herself down.

After breakfast, the three gathered in one space.

"The food didn't make me feel better."

"There was really something going on. Maybe the miracle’s dying again. "They all looked at the candle, but it was still flaming. Mirable kept quiet while the two kept talking.

"I didn't see Y/N at breakfast," Mirabel whispered.

"She sometimes didn't go to breakfast. There's nothing wrong..."

This time it was Dolores' time to turn quiet. She was focused.

She looked at the both of them. "I cant hear Y/N."

At this point, they all panicked.

"Well, you basically hear everything. Maybe Y/N’s not talking right now. "

"You are right, but I heard Camilo and Y/N fought. It was kind of big. " Dolores said.

Little did they know you were in the middle of nowhere, not knowing where to go and the place was unfamiliar to you. You have been walking for hours. Good for you that you bought your tia’s food so you still have energy to go on an adventure.

Lunch time came and to say that the three were panicking was an understatement. They can't even sit still! The rest of the family also noticed that Y/N was not there and the three were acting weirdly.

"Is there something wrong?" Abuela asked. The three froze.

“NO!” Mirabel…

“NO!” Bruno…

"YES!!" shouted by Dolores. "Y/N’S not here AND I CAN NOT HEAR HER!" she cried out. A cloud formed in her mother's head. The rest of the family rushed into the casita, trying to find Y/N. Some of them are in town. When they found out that you were not in your room, they all went wild. They looked in places you might normally hang out, places you might have been, and finally places you might be able to hide.They even try to find you inside the walls.

Felix is able to calm down his wife.

There's a thunderstorm

Lastly, there's a lot going on in Camilo’s mind right now.

You are now too far from the town this time. The weather was not controlled by Pepa anymore, but you didn't know that. The sun was already setting and the weather was good, assuming that she was really happy when it was the opposite. You didn't cry this time, knowing that it was for their happiness and for the best.

Back in Encanto, they all scattered around. It was thundering, and there was a hurricane happening. No one tried to calm her down. Not even Felix.

"Y/N’S MISSING AND SHE’S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WILDS!!!" Antonio shouted. Tears flowing in his eyes. There's a big bird that's flying around. That bird is the one who saw you running away. He rushed into his parents and hugged them.

Camilo’s mouth opened widely as he shapeshifted uncontrollably. He can't comprehend anything. The previous fight kept running in his head and her older sister’s advice, which he probably did not listen to. Now he's afraid that it will come true. His hands started shaking. He knows that it was his fault. His knees tremble as tears escape his green eyes.

"It's my fault, it's my fault," he kept repeating to himself.

No one can move from their place after Antonio’s announcement. There are a lot of possibilities that can happen to you. It was already night time and they were worried about you. Where will you sleep? What did you eat today? Have you eaten yet? Is she safe? No one knows. Not even your own parents. They can't even eat peacefully knowing that you could have been starving to death right now.

Camilo wished he could have talked to you calmly. He’s very embarrassed and he’s afraid to admit that it was his fault. He let his pride ruin him. If he could only go back to the past, he would, but he can't.

To say that you are cold is an understatement. You hugged yourself, shaking in the cold. It was a nightmare. You're laying on the cold grass, hugging yourself and the bag that you've bought. The ruana you made wasn't enough to keep you from getting cold. It was already nighttime, and you couldn't see a single thing around you. You can see your breath in thin air as you breathe. At this moment, you can hug a tree, but was too scared that something might bite you considering that you felt blind right now.

You count every breath you release and slowly count how many seconds you have. Your whole body started to feel frozen. A cold wind surrounds your body and embraces you. But instead of feeling cold, you felt... peace. But instead of questioning it, you embrace your death like it's an old friend you've been waiting for your entire life. You felt comfort. For the last time, you took the ruana and touched the embroidered part. You smiled softly and brought it to kiss it. You hugged it for the last time. With that, you left the world with a smile.

Morning came, and the whole family felt empty. Bruno decided to go to his tower and make a vision of you. He brings Mirabel and Dolores with him to accompany him. They were all quiet and waiting.

Bruno began the ritual nervously. He let a deep sigh blink harshly before holding the hands of his primas. There they saw how you escaped from Encanto and your journey there. Their eyes widen as a silhouette of you gets hurt. Blood coursing through the Ruana you fashioned.They were thankful that they saw you eat an arepa and eventually get healed, but it all faded away as they saw you on the ground shaking, hardly containing yourself. With that, the vision ended. A green plate fell on Bruno’s hand. Both of the girls stared at the plain, empty plate.

"T-Tio, what happened to my sister? What happened to her? " Dolores quietly sobbed as he pleadingly looked at his tired eyes. Mirabel also gives him a pleading look. He can't look at the two, knowing the news will shock them.

"My visions show the possible future," he started. This time, he put his head up and looked at the two. "She doesn't have one."

After a few minutes of crying, they all go downstairs. Still does not accept the fact that Y/N died. They all decided to announce this to the family to end their worries and to pray for Y/N’s soul. The news made the Madrigal’s colors disappear. Their world was turned upside down, especially Camilo's, who's still blaming himself for her death. He decided to admit it to his family and expected them to also blame him. Instead, they had a group hug.

It was all interrupted when a big bird flew above them and landed on the ruana that Y/N made that had her dry blood in it. They could've been crying right now, but they can't. They have no more tears left to cry. At this time, they were all numb.

Camilo saw the ruana and stared at it. Reminiscing the moment you approached him to give it He kept thinking: what would happen if he just accepted her apologies? Mirabel saw him and walked towards him.

"Y/N actually asked me to help her build that," she pointed out, pointing at the piece of clothing that Camilo was holding. "Her hands bled while building that. Good thing mama had leftover arepas, so we ate those.She even made it a pattern! Look! "

Camilo smiled sadly and went to his room to clear his mind. He’s still holding the ruana that you made and has decided to look further into it. He saw what you embroidered there and let out a small laugh. That was the name you used to call him when you were little. He decided to wash it and keep it as a memory of his sister.

"I regret not giving her a chance to be a better sister. I guess you’re right. I'm your idiot brother. "

After Y/N's death, Pepa can't make rainbows.

Mirabel and Antonio can't see the nursery the same.

Isabela can't and will never make hyacinth and tulips, as she knows they’re your favorites.

Dolores is always nervous when she can't hear one of her family members.

Camilo couldn't look at the mirror because they have the same eyes, and those eyes watched his sister in pain.

#encanto #fanfic #alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo angst #regrets #loss #death mention #angst

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add1ss0n · 2 years

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As somebody who has been married to Spencer ""'Spyder'"" Patience for an agonizing four months in the past I am honestly fuckjng disgusted by all these sstupid fucking simps still going after that fucker just because he's an "OOH SEXYMAN CRIME SPIDER" because YEAH. I was one of those stupid fucking simps too one time and look where it got me! That man was the biggest mistake of my goddamb life. He'd just walk in and traumadump on me at random moments when I was trying to just get through my life (such as performing basic human functions) talking to me about his dead husband and daughter for a while excuse me sir can you please just let me finish taking my shit. That's not even the beginning of it, this motherfucker had this creepy-ass rainbow dash plushie. Weird shit. That he INSISTED "slept" in our bed with us every single night. Sure I never liked the thing but I wouldn't mind it so much if it weren't for the fact that it smelled like curdled fucking milk and every time I told him to wash it it turned into a WHOLE THING and eventually when I put my foot down and said that rainbow dash could NOT snuggle between us at night he ended up deciding he'd rather sleep on the couch than be separated from "his little dashie". I tried to give the man the benefit of the doubt since it seemed like it could've been some sort of trauma response or something but there comes a level of sheer fucking maidenless, fatherless, and childless behaviour where you really start to wonder whatever the fuck you saw in this man in the first place. Seriously what the FUCK was wrong with me. Whatever, half the dude's wardrobe is shitty ass divorce tee shirts alongside whatever that weird dashie shit is so it's not like he couldn't see it coming. Anyway I kinda realized that having a husband who wouldn't stop talking about his exes and absent father and would rather cuddle a nasty-ass milk-soaked my little pony plushie on a broken couch every night than stay in bed with me just wasn't fuckin worth it so I pried that gross milk-drippimg motherfucker right out of his arms one night and shot it point blank. Woulda shot him too if I got the chance, that piece of shit. Looks like that sttpuid ass motherfucker finally got what was coming to him at least. Anyway good job benrey we appreciate all your hard work

the rainbow dash ask

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spookyswhore · 4 years

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Happy Halloween (Oscar Diaz)

Summary: You convince Oscar to celebrate Halloween with you, which may end up with you being punished for your cheeky ways.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight smut and when I say slight, I mean slight.

(credit to @merakiaes for the gif ❤)

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“Bebita..no, I’m not going..” Oscar groaned.

It was a rather chilly night before Halloween in Freeridge. You and Oscar were snuggled up with a blanket and a movie at his place. For the past half hour, you were trying to convince him to come with you to an event the city was holding for Halloween and he was absolutely refusing to go. For the most part, everyone on the block had put up decorations in spirit and it was only right that you did the same. Traditionally, when you were younger, your mom would always take you Trick-or-Treating, with the feeling that that sort of celebration would be the safest route to go, especially with mama bear at your side at all times. Anything else would’ve been disastrous and unsafe, according to your mother. But now that you were a little bit older with a little bit of freedom, you went ahead and decided to book some tickets for a Halloween themed event going on in town. For as long as you’ve known Oscar, which was a good 7 years, you have never pegged him as the type to not like scary stuff, at least to your knowledge. You didn’t really feel like staying inside, especially with your excitement with all of the ghosts and goblins roaming the streets late at night and now at this point, it was just a matter of convincing Oscar to come with you to enjoy the night together.

“Oscar please…” Your hand rose to intertwine with that of his that was draped over your shoulder as your back laid against his chest. Knowing that whining and dragging out your words wasn’t going to convince him, you decided to tap into the protective side of him.

“It’s going to be cold and dark. Besides, who else is gonna be there to protect me from all the scary stuff?” You peered up at him to be met with his eyes already on you, his protectiveness and jealousy darkening his pupils. He let out a breath and mumbled out a low “fine.”

“But you owe me..” He said. There was a serious yet lustful tone with his voice. You lifted the covers over your head and lowered myself down to where the bulge was starting to grow in his pants.

"How about this?" You whispered as you freed his member from the restraints of his sweats and ran your tongue gue along the veiny underside of his member. “Is this okay?” You continued.

“Yeah..” He sighed and threw his head back in content. For the rest of the time, he picked you up and took you into his bedroom where you went on to ‘make it up’ to him in the best ways you knew you could.

Hours had gone by and you couldn’t be anymore excited. In fact, excited was an understatement and only downplayed the pure joy you felt for the day. Today was Halloween and you felt like a kid in a candy store. Halloween during the day was okay but the real stuff you came to love only happened at night. You were ecstatic to see everyone dressed up and practically begging people for candy. Excited to see decorations up and music blaring from the parties everywhere you went. Halloween was fun for you but, if anything, the one thing you were most excited to experience was the event being held tonight. You weren’t one to dress up for Halloween, especially after the over-the-top costumes your mom used to put you into, but still felt the emotions behind it nonetheless. After you put on the finishing touches on your outfit for the night, you found Oscar on the side of your bed sulking over the fact that he has to come with you to the annual event. Unbeknownst to you, Oscar was really scared of anything paranormal. Mortified, really. But he couldn’t tell you that. He was ‘Spooky’, leader of The Santos. Everyone feared him. He had to uphold his ‘Santo’ exterior and anything related to him being scared or afraid in the slightest served as a liability to his facade, just like this event you were so damn intent on attending.

You sat beside him on the bed and gently rested your hand on his shoulder and asked “You okay?”

“Yeah.." He trailed off. Something was off. You couldn't really pinpoint the exact cause of his quietness but a little inkling was telling you that his delay was because of what you guys were about to experience in a few minutes. You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling to prevent yourself from laughing, hoping that whatever your gut was telling you proved to be wrong. The big, bad Spooky can not be afraid of a ghost or two.

“Baby…” You started. “Are you scared?”

He whipped his head to look at you and raised an eyebrow. “Me? Scared? Nah..”

Not believing him and trusting the little inkling, you decided to put his words to the true test. “Alright well, c’mon. Let’s hop in the car. I don’t want to be late.”

“Huh?” He said, letting his fear take over and drain the color from his face.

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear me. Get in the car.” You demanded. You sported a smirk on your face as you walked to his bright, cherry red Impala and sat in the passenger seat. Starting to get goosebumps that indicated you were cold, you grabbed your sweater that you threw in the back seat one day and totally forgot to get it back out afterwards. Not too long, Oscar let out a deep breath as he sat down in the driver’s seat.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah babe I’m good.” He grumbled. Oscar started the car and drove as he put his hand on your thigh, squeezing occasionally. As the time went by, you felt yourself starting to grow more excited in anticipation of the night to come the closer you guys got, if it even was possible to surpass your initial excitement from the day. When you both finally arrived, you were in awe. Everything you loved about Halloween, from the atmosphere down to the detail and dedication put into every person’s costume, was thriving right before your eyes. Both you and Oscar stepped out of the car and you immediately pulled him towards all of the stuff you wanted to accomplish before you guys left for the night.

Your final stop was the Haunted House. This was the one thing you were waiting for as you explored the event with Oscar attached at your hip, complaining about wanting to go back to his place earlier than you would’ve liked. You stood in front of Oscar with his arms wrapped around you, practically jumping up and down while waiting in line. One by one, you saw people exiting with some of the most terrified expressions on their faces. Some even came out sobbing while being consoled by their loved ones, which only fueled your eagerness even more. But, Oscar’s tight grip on your waist tightened even further. Eventually, you looked up at him.

“Oscar, you’re hurting me.”

“Shit,” he loosened his arms around your waist while maintaining eye contact at the building in front of him. “I’m sorry mamita.”

“Is my Oscar scared?” You laughed. The way Oscar was acting at this very moment basically confirmed any hunches that supernatural things weren’t his cup of tea.

“No, your Oscar isn’t scared. He’s just...being alert. Besides, he doesn’t want to get a ghost.” Oscar mocked.

“Alert, right… you know Oscar it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay for your nickname to ‘Spooky’ but still be afraid of Casper the friendly ghost.” You turned and before Oscar was given a chance to give you a rebuttal, you heard the woman that was running the station yell out a ‘next’ and you held Oscar’s hand tightly and jogged your way inside. As you two began to make your way through each hallway, you felt a rush of adrenaline as one of the actors jumped out in your face with some of them opting to yell out expletives. Normally, in these kinds of scenarios, the female would be the one to hold on to their significant other in search of protection but instead, at least in your case, it was the complete opposite. The whole time, Oscar clung to you like a wet sock. You almost had to stop him a couple of times from punching a few of them in face and catching a lawsuit. As someone who's a gang leader with two strikes against them already, that wasn’t going to serve him well.

With you guys now finally out of the haunted house, you were just getting done catching your breath from laughing and a very tired Oscar sat down in a table that was set in front of you. With his head laid tiredly in his hands, you got the bright idea to spook him, just a little bit before you guys headed home. So, at a moment you felt where he was completely indulged into taking his break, you slowly crept up behind him and put your mouth to his ear.

“Boo.” You whispered.

“Fuck!” Oscar yelled. Noticing his hand rapidly coming up to swat away whatever was giving him a fright, you backed away and held your stomach with tears coming out of your eyes in gut wrenching laughter.

Feeling the embarrassment from onlookers, he simply said “That shit’s not funny. Let’s go.” He put some force into grabbing your arm and dragging you to the car, being careful not to hurt you too much but still wanting you to feel his embarrassment through his strength. He was a grown ass man and he did not need his lady compromising that by scaring him in front of a bunch of strangers. Once you both got in the car, he turned and gave you a stern look. All the words he wanted to say but didn’t were evident by the dark look in his eyes. You, putting your head down to prevent further laughter, let out a small “sorry.” You had also let him know that it was just an innocent prank.

“Yeah your ass gonna be sorry when we get home. You won’t be crying then…” He grumbled angrily, pulling the lever in front of him to start the car. You knew by the tone of his voice that when you both got home, you were probably going to bent over the bed or you may have your legs behind your head, begging for mercy as he pounded into you relentlessly. Whatever your upcoming punishment was for his embarrassment, you had a feeling that it wasn’t to be a "rainbows and lollipops" kind of moment, at least on your end.

#oscar diaz x reader #spookydiaz #spooky x reader #oscar diaz smut #halloween #spookygif #onmyblock #oscar diaz #oscar diaz imagine

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littleboy-logan · 3 years

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Little No More

Here, have a gigantic one shot lol, it’s my longest agere fic so far, and I hope you enjoy!!! 🖤🖤🖤

Summary: Logan decides to tell Roman, Patton, and Virgil about his age regression. It doesn’t go as planned and the consequences are unexpected

Characters: Logan, Virgil, Roman, Patton, Janus, Remus, C!Thomas

Pairing(s): intruloceit (platonic or romantic, you decide)

Warnings: Patton, Roman, and Virgil being judgmental about age regression (not exactly unsympathetic sides but read with caution i think), crying, hurt/comfort-ish, Logan angst, and i think that’s it but lemme know if I missed anything!!!

Word count: 5,857

Logan had to tell the others about his age regression.

They would find out on their own somehow eventually, he knew this. He would much rather be the one to tell them upfront. At least Remus and Janus knew already, so he only had Virgil, Roman, and Patton to tell.

Not an intimidating task at all.

He stood in his room staring at the door. He could do this. He glanced to his bed where his unicorn stuffie, Rainbow, sat. He picked her up and gave her a quick hug and set her back down.

For good luck.

He went out to find the others. Virgil and Roman were in the living room, Roman watching a movie while Virgil listened to something in his big headphones and scrolled through his phone. Where might Patton be?

"Oh, hey, Specs," Roman greeted. "Come to watch The Little Mermaid?"

"No, I actually needed to talk with all of you about something. Where's Patton?"

"Uh oh! My ears are burning!" Patton said cheerily as he entered the living room.

"Do you need some type of ointment for that?" Logan asked, Patton chuckling.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. What's up, kiddo?"

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but then turned to look at Virgil. He was still listening to music, seemingly unaware of Logan's presence. Logan sighed and gently tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped slightly before removing his headphones.

"What?" he asked.

"I needed to speak with the three of you about something important. Something that's... been on my mind."

"Oh, what is it?" Patton asked, and Logan noticed the hint of concern in his voice.

"Nothing's wrong, it's just... I wanted to... open up a bit."

"Oh, okay!" Patton sounded relieved. "Whatever it is, we'll be open minded! Right, you two?" He directed the last addition to Roman and Virgil.

"Absolutely!" Roman declared. "We're not here to judge, only to listen!"

"Yeah, how bad could it be, anyway?" Virgil agreed.

Logan swallowed. Their words of encouragement were helpful, though he was still wrought with anxiety. He noted humorously that it was ironic that it was him instead of Virgil facing anxiety.

Logan cleared his throat. "I'm sure it will be a shock to you, but I... I age regress."

There. It was out in the open. Logan couldn't stop glancing amongst everyone's faces, gauging their reactions. It seemed to be mostly confusion, which was valid and understandable.

"Uh... you mind explaining what that means?" Patton asked shyly, possibly nervous about upsetting him.

"Of course. Age regression is when someone mentally shifts to a younger headspace. It's a common reaction to stress or trauma, and helps the person cope with it. There is also voluntary regression, which I sometimes do. It's... basically a good way for me to unwind after a difficult day. Does that make sense?"

There was a pause until Roman spoke. "So... you act like... a kid?"

"It would be more accurate to say I am a kid, I suppose. Not physically, but mentally."

"How, though?" Virgil asked. "I don't... exactly get it."

Logan took a pause to gather his words. "It's a reaction that the mind has to certain stimuli, be it positive or negative. For instance, I... often find myself in a regressed state while watching certain movies or wearing certain clothes. Other times... it's due to... certain stressors. Sometimes it's easier to deal with the stress in a more childlike state, where everything is a bit simpler."

Roman chuckled. "So Mr I-Have-No-Feelings has stress?"

Logan took a deep breath. "Occasionally. My work can be... tiresome at times."

"It is a little weird that the embodiment of logic goes through enough stress to turn into a child," Virgil noted.

An ice cold spear went through Logan's heart. He had to convince himself that Virgil didn't mean it like that, but the phrasing was not particularly kind.

"And you do this... intentionally?" Patton asked.

"Y-yes. More often than not, it's voluntary. Although I have had a few moments of involuntary regression."

"I just don't get it," Roman murmured.

Logan was nervous, but continued on. "What don't you get, exactly?" he asked patiently.

"Any of it. I've never even heard of this before now. Are you sure you don't just... act childish sometimes?"

Logan's heart hurt. He looked down at the ground away from Roman. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but this wasn't it.

"I'm sure Roman doesn't mean to offend," Patton said with a nervous chuckle. "I mean, we all know I act childish sometimes! How do we know it's not the same thing?"

"There's a difference between acting like a child and actually being one," Logan stated firmly.

"But you're not one!" Virgil exclaimed. "You're Logic, you're the one who, like, knows what to do! You're probably the most mature one here! Maybe you like... kid stuff or whatever, but that doesn't mean you turn into a kid!"

Logan was on the verge of tears. He didn't want to be invalidated like this, but what if Virgil was right? What if he was wrong about his regression?

"Logan, I think Virgil's right," Patton spoke up. "While I don't know if age regression is a real thing, I doubt that's what you do. I mean, if you did that, Thomas probably would too! And the rest of us! It wouldn't make sense for it to just be you."

Logan's heart dropped when he realised they were right. He couldn't possibly age regress. This was something else entirely.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be sorry," Patton cooed. "I'm glad you told us so we could sort this whole thing out."

Logan nodded rather numbly. "I... I should go." With that, he sank out to his room.

He couldn't believe he'd been so foolish this whole time. He actually believed he was turning into a child when there was no evidence to support it.

Logic, an age regressor. What a silly idea.

***

He spent the next several days avoiding Remus and Janus. They would want to know how things went. They would want to care for their little regressed Logan.

Logan didn't have the heart to tell them it was all a lie.

He was surprised that Janus hadn't caught onto the deception. He could detect lies, everyone knew that. Even still, Logan knew the truth. He couldn't possibly be an age regressor.

He also repressed any possible feelings of childishness. Whenever he was tempted to snuggle a stuffie, he pushed the thought away. He occasionally wanted to suck on his pacifier, but refused. He knew repression was unhealthy and wouldn't do him any good, but what else could he do?

Though, of course, he couldn't avoid his former caregivers forever.

Janus and Remus had both been knocking on his door all week, but he never answered. This time, however, instead of knocking, they barged right in.

"Alright, what's going on?" Janus asked.

"Yeah, what gives, dude?" Remus exclaimed. "If you've been regressing alone—"

"I'm not regressing," Logan said firmly.

Janus's face twitched. "Half truth. What's going on?" he repeated more sternly.

"I'm not a regressor, it was never that. I simply... have more childish needs sometimes. And I'm putting a stop to it."

"You dumbhead, of course you regress!" Remus argued. "I've seen you regressed and you're adorable!"

"No! If I was a regressor, why isn't Thomas one as well? Or any of you?"

There was a pause before Janus spoke. "They didn't take it well, did they?"

Logan's stomach twisted into knots. "They helped me realise the truth. And the truth is I'm not a regressor."

"Janny, tell him he's lying," Remus said with a smirk. Janus said nothing and Remus looked over at him. "Jan?"

"He believes his words too much for me to say. They really broke him."

"No one broke me," Logan said. "If anything, they fixed me."

"Oh, Logan, there was nothing to fix," Janus said gently.

"I think maybe you should leave."

Remus whined. "But Logan—"

"Please."

Janus sighed. "Come on, Remus. It seems we're unwelcome here."

Remus pouted and crossed his arms. "Fine. I missed you, you dumb nerd."

They left, and Logan let his tears slip away.

Their presence made him feel like a child, and he had to push that away. So he pushed them away.

It was late, so he got ready for bed, silently crying all the while. He wiped away his tears and climbed into bed. He turned off his lamp and wept into his pillow.

He cried himself to sleep, and no one could have predicted what happened when he woke up.

***

Janus was rather upset with how things went. He decided to have a talk with Patton the next morning. He didn't tell Remus what he was doing, since he knew he would want to tag along.

He knocked on Patton's door, hearing Patton's ever cheery voice tell him to hold on. After a moment or two, the door opened, and there Patton was, though his smile faltered slightly upon seeing Janus there.

"Oh! Hi! This is unexpected! What's up?"

"Logan told you, didn't he?"

Patton seemed confused for a moment before realisation struck. "Oh, about... the kid thing."

Janus took a breath and restrained himself. "Yeah. That. The age regression. Did you tell him it wasn't real?"

"Oh, no! We helped him realise he doesn't do that! I never said it wasn't real!"

Janus wanted to punch a wall. "I see. I'm one of his caregivers, and I can assure you, he very much does. You hurt him. Quite a lot, actually. To the point where he seems to believe whatever lies you fed him. I've been with him when he's regressed. He's very different from the Logan you're familiar with."

Patton seemed rather uncomfortable, and if Janus was being honest, he considered that a win. "I just don't understand why Logan would do that when the rest of us don't, including Thomas."

"You don't have to understand. You just have to be respectful. Because he's not hurting anyone by being open and honest about who he is. But you hurt him when you invalidated a part of his identity."

Patton let out a breath and looked down at the ground. "Did I... did I really do that?"

"You did. And I'd like for you to make it right."

Patton nodded. "I will. Right now."

Janus went with Patton to Logan's room. He had to make sure things went well this time. Patton knocked on the door.

"Logan? You awake? I wanna talk about last week." There was no response, which Janus was expecting. "Please, Logan? I wanna make things right. What I said wasn't fair, I should've respected you and... understood that you... have your own experiences. Just because the rest of us don't do the age regression thing, that doesn't mean it's impossible for you to."

Janus forced back a smile. He was glad he was able to convince Patton that his words had hurt. He hoped Logan was willing to listen.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Patton apologised, and Janus knew he meant it. "Please... say something?" A pause, and Logan didn't respond. "If you don't say anything, I'm coming in."

Logan said nothing, and as promised, Patton opened the door. Logan was sitting on his bed with his covers pulled over his head. It looked almost as if he was hiding, and Janus hated that.

"Logan?" Patton murmured. No response.

He approached the sheeted figure and removed the blanket. He gasped at what was revealed underneath.

A very small child was on Logan's bed. Wearing his clothes?

Janus stared in awe at the child, who cowered away in fear. Patton's paternal instincts seemed to kick in at that moment.

"Oh, hey, it's okay," he soothed. "We're not gonna hurt you, kiddo, okay? What's your name?"

The child didn't respond immediately, but Janus had his suspicions. The curly brown hair, the crystal blue eyes, Logan's pyjamas, it was fairly obvious.

"Logic."

A chill ran down Janus's spine while Patton softly gasped. They exchanged a look, both of shock, before looking at the child once more. Logan was staring at Janus's scales it seemed, which only served to make him self conscious.

"Logan?" Patton asked. "You're... so young."

"Who are you?" Logan asked frightfully. "And who's Logan?"

There was a pause until Janus spoke up. "That will take some explaining, I would imagine. If you truly don't remember us."

"I don't. Should I?"

Patton put a hand over his mouth, likely to keep from crying. Janus had to admit, he was rather emotional as well. He wanted Logan to remember him.

"We're Thomas's Sides... all grown up," Janus explained.

Logan's eyes widened. "But that's impossible! Thomas is six!"

"I'm afraid not. He's currently thirty years old. You have... as it would seem, age regressed to the point of both physical transformation and amnesia."

Logan blinked. "I... shapeshifted? But... only the king can do that."

"Oh my gosh," Patton murmured, another chill going down Janus's spine.

"Yes... about that... we'll have to update you on everything that has happened since Thomas's youth. Uh... let's see, six years old. Thomas was... I believe seven or eight when the divide occurred. The king is... no longer the king. He became two separate Sides known as the prince and the duke. After that, we stopped going by our... functional names, and adopted human names. You chose the name Logan."

Janus gave him some time to process all of that before continuing. He seemed quite surprised, which was understandable. This must have been rather shocking information.

"The king is gone?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so."

"And my name is... Logan?"

"Yes. And this is Morality— no, wait, at six you were called Emotions. He now goes by Patton. Mine is Janus, but you know me as—"

"Deceit."

Janus paused for a moment. "The scales made that one obvious, didn't they?"

Logan grinned. "You're funny."

Janus smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest. He cleared his throat and decided to continue.

"Do you remember Fear?" he asked. Logan nodded, though he frowned. "Thomas knows him now. But he knows him as Anxiety, also known as Virgil."

Logan raised his brows. "Really? Does he know you too?"

"He does. He even knows my human name, which I was reluctant to give for some time. Though I suppose you wouldn't know anything about that."

"Why did the king change?"

Janus's heart hurt quite a bit hearing that question. As much as he enjoyed the company of Remus, and appreciated Roman when he wasn't attacking him, he truly missed the king.

"Uh... Thomas repressed the... darker creativity that... the king sometimes indulged in. When they separated, the prince took the... butterflies and rainbows, while the duke... he took the, uh... monsters and... scary storms."

"Oh. Interesting. So... why did I lose my memory and get so young?"

"That I'm afraid I don't know. This is... a new development. I know that last night you were upset, and you've been repressing your age regression, but I—"

"What's that?" Logan interrupted.

"Oh, it's when someone mentally becomes younger. It's a coping method."

"Then maybe I did that so hard that I shapeshifted. If I repressed it, it must've gone wrong."

Janus knew he made a good point. He just wished he knew how to undo it.

"If you repressed your regression so much that you mentally and physically regressed back to your six year old self, then how on earth do we rectify that?"

"We need the others," Patton spoke up, his voice thick and his eyes glossy. "They can help us fix this."

Janus gave a quick nod. He held out his hand towards Logan. "Come on, follow us. We'll introduce you to Virgil and the twins."

Logan blinked. He slowly got out of his bed and struggled to keep his now oversized pyjamas on. Janus realised he would need new clothes.

"Um, Patton, can you—"

"Of course," Patton waved a hand and Logan was in a short sleeve navy button up, a red bow tie, and blue jeans.

Janus smiled. "Better?"

Logan returned the expression. He looked up at Patton. "Thank you."

Patton smiled but Janus knew it was forced. "Of course, kiddo."

Logan took Janus's hand and they all walked to the living room. Janus had Logan sit on the couch next to Patton and he summoned the other three. Which, of course, meant that only the twins rose up. Typical.

"Who's the kid?" Remus asked in a delighted voice.

"Why is there a child here, exactly?" Roman asked, sounding more along the lines of confused.

"I'm Logic," Logan introduced. "Or, I guess Logan. Hm, I like that name. No wonder I chose it."

"What?" The twins both exclaimed, an equal amount of concern in their voices.

"Long story, but first, where's Virgil?" Janus asked rather impatiently.

Roman rolled his eyes. "Virgil, listen to the snake!" he said as he raised an arm, Virgil rising up and stumbling slightly.

"God, I hate doing that," he grumbled, freezing upon seeing Logan. "Who's the kid?"

"That's what I asked!" Remus said. "It's Logan!"

"No seriously, who's the kid?" Virgil asked.

"I really am Logan," Logan said. "I seem to be... smaller."

Virgil's eyebrows shot up. "What? That- what? How? Why? What?"

"When and who!" Remus added gleefully.

"Logan has been repressing his age regression to the point where it has caused him to not only shapeshift but to also lose his memory," Janus explained. "As far as he's concerned, Thomas is a six year old boy."

Remus approached Logan and knelt in front of him. "Hey, little guy! I'm Remus! You want a lollipop?"

Logan smiled and nodded. Remus summoned two identical lollipops, one in each hand.

"One of these tastes like butterscotch, and the other tastes like frog's breath!"

Janus sighed sharply. "Remus—"

"Choose carefully! Hope you like butterscotch!"

Logan giggled and looked between each lollipop. He put a finger to his chin in thought before picking the one in Remus's left hand. He put it in his mouth and smiled.

"I love butterscotch!" he spoke around the candy.

Remus ruffled Logan's hair and got to his feet. He glanced over at Janus. "Frog's breath lollipop?"

Janus rolled his eyes. "We need to focus. We have to find a way to reverse this."

"Wait, you said he's been repressing his age regression?" Virgil asked.

"Unfortunately."

"He doesn't age regress! We talked about that like a week ago."

"Makes you wonder why he might have been repressing it," Janus snapped.

Patton stepped in before Virgil could fire back. He got to his feet and held up his hands between the two of them.

"Hey, now, let's not argue. It's true, Virgil, we were wrong. Let's not debate on whether or not Logan regresses, now is not the time."

Virgil sighed and shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets. He said nothing, and neither did Janus.

"Didn't he say he does that when he's stressed?" Roman asked.

"He does, yes," Janus said softly.

"Maybe if he's relaxed enough, he'll go back to normal."

"It may not be that simple, Roman," Janus said. "This is more than just Logan being shapeshifted, this is also an amnesiac episode."

"Do you have any better suggestions?"

Janus sighed shortly. "Well, no."

"Then we might as well try, right?"

Janus paused before conceding. "Fine. What do you propose we do to relax?"

Roman snapped his fingers and the living room had suddenly changed. There was a blanket fort on the couch, there was a table with bags of popcorn, and with a flourish, Roman had changed into his Beauty and the Beast onesie.

Janus raised a brow. "A little extra, wouldn't you say?"

"Absolutely."

Logan giggled from inside the blanket fort. He poked his head out. "You gotta teach me how to do that!"

Roman smiled. "How does a Disney marathon sound?"

Logan clapped his hands. "Yay! Can we start with The Lion King? I haven't seen it since we saw it at the theatre!"

"Oh, but of course!" Roman snapped his fingers again, and Disney+ was on the screen ready to play The Lion King. "Everyone get changed into a onesie!"

"I don't have one," Logan said.

Roman waved his hand. "Of course you do."

Logan looked down at his fluffy Stitch onesie and gasped. "I don't know what this is, but I love it!"

"Oh, that's right, you wouldn't remember Lilo & Stitch. We shall watch that one next!"

Everyone changed into their onesies, though Janus was rather reluctant. He wasn't sure that this would help, but at least Logan was having fun.

"C'mon, snake eyes!" Remus said, wearing the rat onesie he wore when Logan was regressed. "Get into the spirit!"

"For once, I agree with my brother!" Roman teased. "What, don't you have a onesie?"

Janus waved his hand and changed into his snake onesie, the hands shaped like extra snake heads. "I still don't think this will work."

"Let's hope you're wrong."

They all got settled in to watch the movie. Janus sat with Logan in the blanket fort, holding him in his lap as he ate from one of the popcorn bags. He didn't like to admit how protective he was over little Logan, but he very much was. Now that he was this... size, that protective nature only doubled.

He kept an eye on Logan more than watched the movie. He seemed plenty relaxed, and yet still no change. Janus couldn't wait around much longer, he wanted to find a solution as soon as possible.

"I still don't understand why Scar sent the hyenas after him after sending him off," Roman complained. "They couldn't finish the job the first time, so why didn't he just buckle down and get his claws dirty?"

"You know, I'm beginning to suspect that watching a children's movie is no way to get Logan back to being in his adult form," Janus pointed out.

Roman paused. "Maybe so. But what do you suggest?"

Janus gave it some thought. He looked down at Logan, who was still watching the movie. He thought about everything he knew about Logan, and then it hit him.

"What does Logan do to unwind other than age regression? Puzzles. What if we all start putting together a puzzle? That might work."

"Ooh, good idea!" Patton exclaimed. "He's got plenty of puzzles in his room, let's get a big one!"

"I do?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, you wanna pick the one we do?" Janus asked, subconsciously putting on his caregiver voice. It seemed to delight Logan as he excitedly climbed out of the blanket fort.

Janus went with Logan to his room to pick out a puzzle. They were all kept on his bookshelf, and Logan immediately went with the one with a fox in a forest. They went back to the living room with it and Logan was quick to begin setting it up.

The Sides all gathered around to sort out the different pieces by colour, keeping the edge pieces in their own pile. It wasn't long before Roman began complaining.

"This will take far too long!" he whined.

"Nuh uh," Logan argued. "If we do this together, it'll be easy."

Roman groaned dramatically, but conceded. They all continued sorting through pieces and putting them together. It was a fairly large puzzle, so they had their work cut out for them, but they could easily have it done before the end of the day.

"Any memories coming back?" Virgil asked, connecting a couple edge pieces.

"No," Logan responded. "But I am enjoying the puzzle."

"You would," Roman teased, Logan giggling.

"Just so everyone is aware," Janus began. "Once we get Logan back to normal, we will be having a discussion about his age regression. All of us."

There was a pause before Virgil spoke up. "I still think it's weird."

Janus clenched his fists. "I will sucker punch you."

"Let's not get violent," Patton said calmly. "We all do weird things, let's not be judgmental."

"I don't think it's that weird," Logan stated matter of factly. "I can see why someone would want to be six. There's not as much stress as grown ups deal with. You can do pretty much whatever you want. Who wouldn't want to be six?"

There was silence amongst the group. They all exchanged a glance and continued working on the puzzle. It wasn't too much longer before it was completed.

"Still nothing?" Janus asked.

"No. Maybe we should get another puzzle."

"I don't think puzzles will help," Janus murmured. "There must be something else to try."

They spent all day exploring different solutions, all of which ultimately failing. Logan found it particularly exhausting. By the end of the day, he was dead tired.

Everyone went to bed, Janus helping Logan get ready. He got Logan changed into his Stitch onesie and summoned him a simple nightlight. Janus left, and Logan could finally sleep. Though just as he thought he was about to drift off, he felt the ever familiar internal tug from Thomas.

He was being summoned.

He rose up and saw who could only be the grown up Thomas sitting in bed. He thought seeing the Sides as grown ups could prepare him for what Thomas would look like, but he was quite wrong.

Though, of course, he did look just as shocked as he had imagined.

"Uh... okay, I know I summoned Logan," Thomas said.

"You did. I'm him."

Thomas raised his eyebrows. "Okay. Why do you look like that?"

"It's a long story."

"I've got time."

Logan sat down next to Thomas on the bed, realising he was still holding the unicorn stuffie he'd been snuggling in bed. He held it close and began explaining.

"Well, I'm not s'posed to be six. I do something called age regression. From what Janus said, it means I turn into a kid in my head. But for some reason, I turned into a kid physically too. I also lost my memory, so I don't know why this happened, but it did. Questions?"

Thomas blinked. "Uh, yeah. So... you age regress?"

"I guess. I don't know much about it, since I'm six, but it's a way to cope with stress. I think it makes the others uncomfortable."

"Why do you say that?" Thomas asked, sounding somewhat concerned.

"Virgil said it was weird. Remus and Janus are nice about it, though. Maybe it is weird. Maybe I'm weird."

"Logan, no," Thomas said firmly yet calmly. "You're not weird for coping with your stress however you need to. If that means... reverting back to being a kid, that's absolutely fine."

Logan smiled at the warm feeling in his chest. "So... you don't think it's weird?"

"No way, kid. It makes you special. I accept you for everything you are, including regressing."

"So Mr I-Have-No-Feelings has stress?"

"It is a little weird that the embodiment of logic goes through enough stress to turn into a child."

"I mean, we all know I act childish sometimes! How do we know it's not the same thing?"

Everything flooded into Logan's mind all at once. It was almost too much to bear.

"Oh, shut up nerdy Wolverine!"

"I'm gonna prohibit your breathing if you keep this up!"

"Logan, can you stop? Please?"

Tears filled Logan's eyes as he remembered it all. His head felt as though it was about to crack from the strain.

At least when he finally collapsed onto the floor, the last memory to flash through his mind was of Janus and Remus caring for him.

***

Logan awoke rather slowly. His head still hurt, but not as badly. He opened his eyes. He was back in his room.

His memory had returned, but at what cost? His precious innocence, his joyful youth. Every reason he regressed, the intangible things that he wanted to remember.

He looked to the side of his bed and saw Janus in a chair with his head in his hands. He seemed distraught.

"Janus?" Logan asked roughly.

Janus's head snapped up, eyes wide as they landed on him. "Logan. I was worried, we all were. How do you feel?"

"Headache. Were you really worried about me?"

"Of course. When Thomas called us in after you passed out, I... I didn't know what to do. I'm just glad you're okay."

Logan didn't know how to feel. He sighed and stared up at the ceiling. After everything that happened, he didn't like admitting how close to regression he was, but he knew he couldn't push the feelings away anymore.

"Papa Jay?" he asked in a small voice, Janus immediately taking his hand.

"Yes, my little starlight?"

"What if the others treat me different?"

"Well... I can't promise that they won't. But if they hurt you, you can always come to me, and I will never judge you."

Tears rose to Logan's eyes. He glanced around for Rainbow, and when he spotted her he immediately grabbed her and held her to his chest.

"I should talk to 'em. But... what do I say?"

"Explain that their words hurt you. I'm sure that, given recent events, they'll listen. Do you want me there with you when you talk to them?"

"Yes, p'ease."

Logan figured there was no time like the present, so even in his mostly regressed headspace, he decided to talk with them. He held Janus's hand and they walked through the mindscape in search of them. Patton and Virgil were in the kitchen, Patton doing dishes while Virgil sat on the counter scrolling through his phone.

"Hi," Logan murmured, getting both Sides' attention.

Patton dropped the cup in his hand and went over to give Logan a hug. He slowly reciprocated, fiddling with the fabric of Patton's shirt. He saw Virgil get down from the counter and put his phone away.

"Good to see you, L," he greeted.

Patton pulled away, holding Logan's face in his hands. "I'm so sorry that I made you feel bad, Logan! I didn't mean to! You - you can regress all you want! I support you, okay?"

Logan's tears returned, and this time they fell. Patton wiped them away with his thumbs.

Janus placed a hand on Logan's shoulder, which reminded him of what he came out here to say in the first place.

"Where's Roman?" he asked with a sniffle.

Patton raised a hand and summoned Roman. He seemed mildly annoyed until he saw Logan and a small smile graced his lips.

"Oh, thank god!" Roman suddenly lifted Logan in the air with ease, spinning the two of them around. Logan broke out into a fit of giggles, squealing with delight. He finally set Logan down, but continued to hug him. "You scared me a little."

Logan's heart jumped in his chest. "I did?"

"Yeah. I wasn't sure when you were gonna wake up."

"I thought princes weren't scared of anything."

Roman was about to speak until he pulled away and carefully scanned Logan's face. "Are you... regressed right now?"

Logan blushed and looked away. His stomach tied itself up in knots. He was suddenly very shy about speaking until Janus took his hand.

"Hey, it's okay," he whispered. "Tell them what's on your mind."

Logan took a deep breath. "When I said I regress... you said I was weird. You made me think I made it all up. It hurt. 'Cause I trusted you, and... I... I'm really mad at you! All of you!"

There was a long silence as they all took that in. Logan was on the verge of tears again but he didn't want to cry. He was done crying.

"You have every right to be mad at us," Patton said forlornly. "The way we reacted was... shameful. And I'm so sorry if we broke your trust in us."

"Yeah, I never should've said it was weird," Virgil spoke up. "I... I never meant that you were weird, I just meant the age regression itself... which I guess isn't much better. Still, I... I'm really sorry. We hurt you — I hurt you. If age regressing makes you feel good, then... I shouldn't have reacted the way I did."

"Oh, Logan," Roman murmured. "I'm so very sorry for invalidating you. I just... didn't understand. But that's no excuse. I... I did research last night, about age regression, and I understand now that it's a healthy way to cope, and... I never should have judged you."

Logan was overwhelmed by everything that was said. He hadn't expected such a warm response. Of course, it would still be difficult to trust them, but this was a good first step towards that.

Over time, Logan felt more and more comfortable regressing around Roman, Virgil, and Patton. It took some patience, but they managed.

Logan was mid-regression with Virgil in the living room, but he felt too awkward to say anything. Although Virgil must have picked up on it because he started showing Logan cat videos on his phone. It wasn't too long before he was fully regressed with Virgil there to watch him.

Not long after that, he was working with Roman on the next Sanders Sides script and became stressed, which led to an involuntary regression. He tried to hide it and get back to work, but Roman casually said they both needed a break to watch some Disney in onesies.

A week later, Logan was making dinner when he felt he was about to regress. He didn't want to, but it was inevitable. How would he be able to cook if he was regressed?

Patton walked in. "Hey, Lo! Ooh, smells good!"

Logan didn't respond, frozen on the spot. He couldn't figure out what he was supposed to do next, why couldn't he remember?

"You good, kiddo?"

The kiddo was what sent him spiralling.

Logan whined, on the verge of tears. He didn't know how to tell Patton he was too little to be cooking. Dinner was going to be ruined, all because he couldn't keep it together for ten minutes.

"Hey." Patton gently placed a hand on Logan's back, approaching his side. "You feeling little?"

Logan nodded. Patton led him to the kitchen table and sat him down. He went back to the stove and fiddled with a few things. Logan felt awful. He couldn't even do this one simple task.

Patton came back over. "You still wanna help?" he asked. Logan hesitantly nodded. "Okay, you get to be in charge of spices! I tell you what to sprinkle in, and you put it in. Think you can do it?"

Logan grinned and nodded again. He could do that, no problem.

He was so worried about being treated differently. Little did he know, being treated differently was just what he needed.

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sunseteyes · 3 years

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FLUFFVEMBER DAY 06: CHIKARA ENNOSHITA

prompt: love letter (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,064 words | theme/s: a your lie in april inspired letter. hints of angst. and yes, this is still fluffvember don’t trust me

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic (if you want to be added, please send a dm/ask!)

rv: i do admit that despite having a fluffvember it didn’t mean it would all have a happy ending... enjoy! (っ◕‿◕)っ

✒︎ our story in july

dear ennoshita-kun,

you don't know me, let's get that one thing right. but i do know you; you're quiet and reserved, you easily quit, you sometimes hold back what you wanted to say, you lack confidence, and you're also smart—to which i envy the most if i were to be honest. i could go on and on about you, but let me first tell you my story.

our story.

i first met you in a basketball court, but you and your friends were playing volleyball at that time. there was no volleyball court or even much as a space in our village that time that's why people who play other sports aside from basketball like you tend to use the court whenever there were no adults or teens officially playing in a game held by the village management. i never really paid much of an attention to you per se but i could remember you so much because you hit me on the face with the volleyball. it was the very first time i had a nosebleed, [no] thank you very much. but after that moment, i started noticing how good of a volleyball player you were, and wondered if i could do the same.

so i changed, and i've had no regrets ever since.

we were in the same middle school back then and i wanted to go and be friends with you, you know? but i was too shy, i guess. i never really got to decide how to approach you because, what was i supposed to say? "hey it's the one you got hit by the volleyball a year back, hope we can be friends?," no matter how much i played it on my mind, i couldn't think of a way to introduce myself to you.

but i haven't mentioned about my frequent visits to the hospital, have i? it's one of the reasons why i couldn't have the time to be friends with anyone, honestly. i first had a surgery when i banged my head once as a child while riding the bike, slamming on a tree after i lost control.

but i knew i never was well after that.

the occasional check-ups sooner became a full-on staying in the hospital eventually, not that i didn't expected it. for months, i thought i was getting better. well if that's until one day, i heard my mother's cry from outside the door of my hospital room, followed along with the muffled voices of my father and the doctor. that day, i knew something was wrong.

so i ran and made a choice.

and guess what? i never looked back!

i tried all kinds of food, i made friends and had sleepovers, i went to places i wanted to go visit, and lastly, i did the very thing that i dreamt of doing—joining the volleyball team.

i never knew that the training was hard! especially since i've been coped up inside the hospital walls before then. but all the hard work paid off when our team advanced and became champions by the end of junior high! it was one of my greatest achievements i'd probably boast off until i'm in heaven.

and then i made a mistake—a beautiful mistake. why? guess what.

because it led me to you.

it was like the rainbow after the rain, as they say.

it was around july. i could still remember how i tried asking one of the teachers for the way towards the volleyball team and ended up entering the gymnasium where you guys where practicing—i could still recall how embarrassed i was to have done so but i was offered to help your current manager—yachi. she was such a sweet girl. i liked her. i originally did not want to accept that offer, but when i saw how overwhelmed she still was, i thought i could give a helping hand.

that was before i realized i couldn't play anymore.

i was devastated, but i decided that i shouldn't waste any time grieving and instead made a point that maybe it was for me to have a chance to get to know you. so i did. i know i didn't told you everything about my life and this sounds like a way of coming out clean, but i won't say sorry, because i know you've had a lot of fun too, right?

those simple and fleeting glances for each other, the way you were waiting for me just to pass you a towel or a bottle of water, or when you tried to calmly ask me to pass the balls for you—which was honestly cute considering that kageyama insisted he could toss for you that time. and even that moment when you let your friends go just to lock the gym with me after hinata and kageyama practiced til late at night. you walked me home that time, remember? i love that moment so much that it was probably the time that i realized the feelings i have for you.

you were different from what i've imagined. sure, you still lacked confidence and were still sometimes quiet, but you could be bold, and you're such a great captain. you're persevering, tenacious, you never took things for granted.

and that's what i love about you, ennoshita-kun. oh scratch that. you wanted me to call you chikara, right? i'll take note of that.

you must be worried sick by now and you've probably already learned about my aneurysm from my parents as i get in the icu. but i want to say to you that i'll be fine. i know that you probably are irritated of me since i didn't told you the truth. i know it must be hard to take it all in chikara, but i need you to trust me on this. i will live.

we've been through so much together, and i know i owe you an explanation when i get back. i will be back, okay baby? don't worry about me too much. and i know mom and dad are too. can you hold mom's hand for me and tell her that i'll be okay? she loves how much you know me much more than she does sometimes. that will make her calm down a bit, i just know it.

please wait for me. i love you.

love, your fiancé.

#chikara ennoshita #ennoshita x reader #ennoshita fluff #haikyuu fluff #chikara x reader #hq #hq!!#haikyu!!#fluffvember 2020 #fluffvember

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bronyinabottle · 3 years

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In a recent post on I Dream of Twilight Sparkle I said that I noticed asks that were not in my inbox the last time I decided to read through my entire ask box. So I did the same for my mod blog. And while there were some also that I didn't see before. Most are questions I feel either I feel like I may have already sufficiently answered enough with my thoughts on an episode and/or it'd be weird at this point to answer something that's obviously years after the fact.

But there is two I found that I feel like I may want to respond to. The person who sent it was someone who used to discuss the show with me almost all the time, though obviously they must no longer be on Tumblr as all their blogs are deactivated. But I still want to answer since it is sort of relevant to recent stuff. Particularly in their 2nd ask.

By the way, I'm always open to questions on the show or even non-pony topics here on my modblog. I still do love talking about G4 ponies and I wouldn't mind some questions if any of you would like to know my opinion on anything. Now that the show has been over for nearly 2 years , I can have a perspective on many topics about Friendship is Magic that I wouldn't mind sharing. Maybe some things have changed here and there, though I think I still generally have a positive attitude towards most things for certain. I stuck with the show until the very end, and was satisfied with how it ended. And I still have interest in doing more in G4's world even as G5 approaches. (Though I'm sure perhaps once that movie has aired that may be the focus of any questions sent here)

((My answer and more after the break))

For the most part, I think I still generally agree with what I said in my initial thoughts about the Season 6 finale. It's a solid episode with some great interactions between Starlight, Trixie, Discord, and Thorax. Though the way the ending is executed is a bit of a headscratcher. Maybe somewhat less so since thinking about it now, like even if Chrysalis did keep some things loyal. What would stop them from eventually seeing what Thorax's changelings did shortly after.

But I suppose I wanted to answer this mostly about Starlight. Since while the Season 6 finale made HomerJ get over some remaining feelings about Starlight. I'll admit it took literally until writing Secrets of the Dragon's Tear (A year after the show was over) to realize the sort of potential that Starlight had. The baggage from the Season 5 finale always felt like a cloud above her for the entire rest of the show's run. And I consider Season 6's largest mistake is not trying harder to endear us to Starlight. That's what that season's entire job was, to try to make us feel a little better of how rather rushed Starlight's redemption was by giving us a more expanded look into Starlight's character. And unfortunately, I feel like it failed at that in my opinion. Thus I basically disagree (Though respect the opinion of) with those who would say the Season 6 finale was when Starlight finally won them over.

Don't get me wrong, I like how Starlight is portrayed in the episode. But it would of been stronger if say the season had explained more about Starlight's past. How did Starlight get her cutie mark, and given her opinion on Cutie Marks how did she feel at the time?

Instead, we mostly just got Starlight reuniting with Sunburst that didn't exactly give any more details to her rather vague reasons for turning to darkness from him moving away other then finding out Sunburst's personality and how his side of the story went. And from there we had Starlight befriend Trixie... in an episode I still don't really like to this day.

Ironically, the character in the Hearth's Warming episode that casts Starlight as the story's version of Scrooge (Snowfall Frost) is given more reason to sympathize with then Starlight herself.

Starlight then just about disappears up until the episode that introduces Thorax. Where she doesn't do much other then be among the crowd that Spike has to convince that Thorax is not evil.

The next time we see her is Every Little Thing She Does. Which is something of a controversial ep from what I hear, though ironically despite my skepticism of Starlight at the time. I actually sort of liked that episode since it was basically Starlight's own Lesson Zero. Though I get why Starlight deciding to hypnotize all the Mane 6 besides Twilight against their will would not be approved of. Though it does feel like at the very least Twilight and the rest give her enough of a piece of their mind at the end.

And that's how things stood before the Season 6 finale happened. Even though I do think Starlight has good moments in said finale, nothing earlier in the season really dispelled many of my feelings about the Season 5 finale's ending. So despite a good showing, I could hardly care for it. I wasn't convinced yet we were given a satisfactory answer about the many questions that Starlight's sudden redemption prompted.

Another part of my thoughts I feel still applies is when I mentioned that Starlight's a "Diet Sunset Shimmer" (Which considering what I did to link the two for SOTDT, is a bit funny in hindsight). It took just one movie (Rainbow Rocks) for the fanbase to turn a 180 on Sunset. While an entire season with Starlight as one of the good guys goes by and she remained just as divisive as before if not more so by the end of Season 6.

Come Season 7, and Starlight appears quite a bit more often though under the assumption that the Season 6 finale was enough to warm you up to her. There were many complaints during the first half of Season 7 that she was appearing more then she should (Even in an Equestria Girls special where she got to meet the character she was so often compared to). Though another thing about Starlight in Season 7 in hindsight is besides from her meeting a few more friends like Maud. Starlight isn't actually given much to actually work towards. They dropped the whole student aspect so it's not like she was doing friendship lessons under Twilight anymore (Though I suppose on the bright side for the detractors, it lessened worries about her becoming an Alicorn). Season 8 and 9 does somewhat fix that by having Starlight employed at the school, first as a counselor and ultimately ending with her as the school's Principal as Twilight herself got promoted to sole ruler. Which I'm still unsure about if fans of her character feel that was a proper ending for her. Though probably the best that could of been done in context of not much having been done with her over time.

Still, at least for me personally it felt there was alot missing about Starlight and as time went on it became obvious I wasn't going to get the satisfactory answers about her that I wanted. So as a result, I only had lukewarm reactions when a new Starlight episode was coming up. It also didn't help that there were two episodes that raised my hopes of at least one interesting aspect that would of been cool to see. The first being the episode "All Bottled Up" which I had hoped would mean it would be an episode that's somewhat genie related. And then there was Road to Friendship where Starlight and Trixie try to travel to Saddle Arabia (which is an important location in I Dream of Twilight Sparkle)... and yet never actually get there. So even on the few times that I was hoping to be excited about a Starlight episode, it dropped the ball. Partly my fault for getting so hyped about something that wasn't promised, but I would of loved to at least SEEN canon Saddle Arabia.

I'd never say that I hated Starlight back during the show's run. But she was a frustrating character for certain back then. I couldn't hate Starlight as much as some others did, but at the same time I couldn't like her as much as others. She was in likability limbo. For every fun and or good moment that included her, it's brought right back by either lingering problems that arised from the Season 5 finale or otherwise dropping the ball in some way.

In some ways, she's still a frustrating character. Though that's just how it'll always be with the canon Starlight. It's up entirely now to fanon to give their approach on Starlight that was never done in Canon. With SOTDT, I obviously did a bit of a "Fine, I'll do it myself" when it comes to making Starlight a more satisfactory character for me. Though I'm sure there are many interpretations that are vastly different from how I approached it that can satisfy others and probably be more popular and better written then mine. (My interpretation might be understandably controversial just for Starlight being put back on a path where she'll likely become an Alicorn eventually. Something Starlight detractors feared the most. Though I think I at least try to explain as best I could that makes sense with the story, her cutie mark moment being similar to Twilight's, and the identity of her mother. And I myself sort of feared Starlight becoming an Alicorn might happen, so for me to actually write it so that it might be inevitable. That's just how much of a 180 I've taken on Starlight because of writing SOTDT)

I think I mentioned this before, but I can pretty much say that in a way that I can actually say I like Starlight now. But sort of in a "FiM's biggest missed opportunity" sort of way that it becomes sort of sad to look at how canon Starlight was done. Rather then me simply shrugging her off back when I didn't care so much about her. I also understand it's a bit cheating to say I like Starlight now after doing my own sort of fanfic that had her in a major role since that might be me tooting my own horn a bit.

Though I will say as much as necessary that I am very aware alot of what happens in SOTDT would have been impossible to do in canon and I don't plan on pushing what I did to expand on Starlight's backstory as gospel. It only applies to what I'm doing on the blog, I will not be making a case that my interpretation is the only correct one. I'd actually welcome seeing some different interpretations on things such as who Starlight's mother is, what they feel her past was like outside of the Sunburst leaving incident, and/or especially how Starlight originally got her cutie mark. (I've even said my personal guess is different then how I did it in SOTDT, as my guess is she got it the first time she discovered the cutie mark removal spell). Cause if nothing else, I've realized Starlight is a very interesting character that I think would be fun to explore all the possibilities with. It certainly could be something for those still on the G4 train to talk with one another about.

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