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The Game is Afoot!
Photo by Ashni via Unsplash. Edited by edupunkn00b.
Rated: G - WC: 1036 - CW: None
Three weeks after Christmas and Logan is still working on his puzzle from Virgil.
Is it any wonder why?
"The game is afoot!"
“But I thought you said Virgil’s game is a puzzle, Logie!”
“Patton! It’s a—” The Moral Side’s head tilted far to the left, brow knit together in deep confusion. Breathing slowly through his mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he nearly missed the quiver at the corner of Patton's mouth. He groaned. “Okay, okay, you got me.”
“So can I play, too?” Patton bounced on the balls of his feet, Watson scarf already tied in a neat knot around his neck.
Logan groaned again. “No, not this time, Patton.”
“Yeah, Popstar, I get to play Watson and Moriarty for this one.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Remus purred from his spot behind the television. “You can help me air fry fish fingers.”
“Um, do fish have fingers?” Patton asked, his perplexed expression genuine this time.
“Doctor Who reference?” Logan asked, eyes darting up from the frayed newspaper in his hands. Christmas had been over two weeks ago and he was still working through the mystery puzzle Virgil had created for him.
The Anxious Side chuckled. “Focus, L…”
“I dunno!” the Creative Side laughed, either not hearing the other two Sides or simply ignoring them, and grabbed Patton’s hand, his new—well, formerly new air fryer tucked under one arm. The thing reeked of a mixture of pickle brine and peat, and its once pristine white plastic casing was charred and cracked on the sides. A neon green mold had begun to grow around the control panel, nearly obscuring a flashing ERR-80085. “Let’s go find out!”
Before Patton could say another word, the two had sunk out to the Imagination.
“And then there were four—err, well,” Logan cleared his throat and returned his attention to the newspaper.
“Yes,” Janus purred from the corner of the couch. “Don’t mind us, we don’t want to play your silly little scavenger hunt—”
“It’s not just a scavenger hunt, Jay! Ugh, why do you—” Virgil cut himself off and adjusted the ties on his hoodie. “Nope, not gonna engage. Not worth it.”
“That’s right, Tall, Dark, and Stormy,” Roman agreed from the staircase. He leapt over the side of the banister with a flourish, the new gold—was that real gold?—trim clinking gently with the impact. “I shall keep the living room safe from any of Janus’ dastardly plans.”
“Oh, no, you caught me drinking wine,” Janus slurred.
“Off you go,” Roman said to Virgil and Logan, pretending not to hear Janus’ mocking. Virgil and Logan exchanged a look. Selective hearing seemed to be a tool in each of the brother’s kits. “I’ve got everything under control here.”
“If you’re sure, Princey,” Virgil began, gaze trained on Janus’ oh-so-innocent expression.
“Wait, Virgil!” Logan grabbed his arm in a remarkable imitation of Remus dragging Patton to the Imagination. He held the newspaper to Virgil’s face. “Does this symbol represent the meter outside?”
Worry shifted into a wicked grin. “Only one way to find out, Detective Holmes.”
“Ha! I knew it!” Logan grinned and ran toward the door, Virgil at his heels.
They flung open the door together and stood on the sunny first step, just as Thomas’ neighbor walked by, well, more like was led by her noisy dog.
“Oh! Good morning, uh, Thomas?” she called as she jogged past, barely managing to slow the pace of her five pound monster of a chihuahua, Craig the Dragon.
“Good morning, Betty!” Logan called quickly, stepping to obscure her view of Virgil’s face. “You’ve met my brother Jake, have you not?”
“Yes, yes, of course…” she agreed, voice fading. She was already three doors down. “Nice to see you, Jake!” Betty called one more time before Craig spotted a lizard in another yard and dashed after it.
“That was close,” Virgil muttered, peering around Logan’s shoulder to watch Betty stamp her foot and shout, Leave it!
“Indeed,” Logan agreed, scanning the newspaper. “Is this the only outdoor clue?”
Virgil nodded, eyes fixed on the race between the lizard and the chihuaha. “Yeah.” The chihuaha won.
“Well, then…” Logan adjusted his deerstalker. “Shall we?”
Another neighbor ran out to help pry the lizard from Craig’s maw and Logan and Virgil used the distraction to swing around to the other side of Thomas’ house. Logan began counting the meters. The final meter in the row showed was lettered LUC.
“Is that meant to be ‘look?’” Logan asked, eyebrow raised.
“What do you want? I was outside and in a rush,” Virgil shrugged, keeping watch around the corner. “L, hurry up, she’s on her way back and I look nothing like Jake.”
Nodding brusquely, Logan examined every inch of the glass casing. Finally, he found a series of tiny scratches. Running his fingers over the markings, he grinned. “Morse code? T-h-e—space—n-e-x-t—space—g-l—Wait—” He rubbed his fingertip over another section. “Ha! You thought you could catch me with pre-1874 Morse code!”
He fell quiet, studying the scratches. “C’mon, L, we gotta get back inside now.”
“Ha!” Logan crowed, triumphantly. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and dashed around the back of the building. “Let’s go through the patio. ‘The next clue is in the kitchen.’”
Virgil was the first to smell smoke. The pair exchanged one last quick look and raced to the door.
Before either could reach it, the patio door slid open with a crash and Patton stumbled out. “They’re moving! The chicken fingers are moving!” he screeched, smacking at his own shoulders. Embers sparked in his hair and on the sleeves of his catigan. A wall of acrid smoke soon followed and they all stepped back.
“Come back, Daddy!” Remus called, his voice and the tromp of boots growing louder. The Creative Side emerged from he smoke, arms full of wriggling—and burnt—breaded somethings. “I think I got ‘em all this time!”
“Remus!” Roman shouted from inside. “They got in my crown!”
“Oops. Almost all of ‘em,” Remus winked and ran back inside. "Keep your pants on, Ro Bro! Believe me—you don't want those little stinkers getting in there!"
The trio shared a moment of confused silence before Janus sauntered out, an uncorked bottle in one hand and a tray of four glasses in the other. “Wine, anyone?”
#sanders sides#logan sanders#ts logan#virgil sanders#ts virgil#patton sanders#ts patton#roman sanders#ts roman#janus sanders#ts janus#remus sanders#canonverse#after the gift exchange#three weeks after‚ to be precise#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides fanfic
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Any writing with short!Alec? I can imagine Magnus introducing Alec to his friends and they’re like ‘is this a joke? Is he invisible? Have you finally lost it?’ And Alec just steps out from behind him and completely fucks them up while Magnus watches with adoration.
i really love show malec and so i headcanon them as that and don't have any plans to write alec smaller though i would considering and have writen magnus bigger due to his warlock mark?
i wrote alec super tall for a prompt for @saeths and i also wrote a giant megladon!magnus mer for them but i like keeping malec at least as tall as how they come across.
i know that in the books alec is shorter than magnus but personally, i just adore that alec is a bit taller and scowly and softens and submits so beautifully to magnus. all of that power and strength and training and he just melts for magnus and my brain goes a;ksjbaksdbjf;abf.
this is an absolutely fine ask btw! i appreciate asks like this because it helps me explain stuff and i'm also willing to work around stuff to try and incorporate things.
this is smol!dragon!alec because i just got some good news (a meeting cancelled which means i dont have to leave the house or see none-house people today! - i am an anxious introvert and @saeths is a non-anxious extrovert so i love cancelations! and they like that i am around for cuddles) dragon style. part of the 'taste of his magic' verse as a treat?
<3 lumine
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"I thought you said you had something impressive to show us?" Ragnor mocks as he steps in and plops in his chair, he stares over at where Alexander is pretending to nap and rolls his eyes.
Magnus stares at Ragnor and wonders just what is going on.
Alexander is curled up the size of a housecat on the windowseat and Magnus knows that he looks small, but he's still a dragon.
"Are you experimenting with reptiles again?" Ragnor asks, absently summoning himself a cuppa, "I thought you gave that up when you lost Baby to Camille?"
Magnus can feel the glow of jealous, accusatory eyes on his back and he blinks rapidly at Ragnor and wonders if he can get away with just summoning a scone into the other warlocks mouth. Anything to get him to stop talking.
"Ba-" he starts and there is a subtle hiss that only he seems to hear and he clears his throat. "The snake was merely an accessory, Ragnor. A security feature, hardly anything more than a sometimes useful pet." Magnus leaves out how cute the snake was, he doesn't think it would go well for him.
That seems to placate Alexander but Ragnor is sending him a confused, dubious look.
"Well then, what's with the lizard on your windowseat, hmm?"
"He's not a lizard." Magnus bites through gritted teeth because he can feel the force of Alexander's stare growing colder. "Ragnor, when was the last time you slept?"
"Oh a few days ago or so. Research and all that, you know how that is." Ragnor does look a bit peckish and the hollows under his eyes are a dark green rather than the normal shade.
"Ragnor-" Magnus starts and then he sees movement and he shifts, lunging forward to grab Alexander's nape with his maw. He instinctively growls and shakes and to his delighted surprise, Alexander goes limp.
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Alec glares at the tired old warlock who interrupted his nap and then sighs, content as Magnus holds him close.
It's exactly as he planned and he smirks, smug from his position of being held and rocked by Magnus' mouth.
Alec smirks and, with a flick of his tongue, freezes the old warlock's tea.
The man splutters and gives them both an accusatory stare before his skin pales to a soft, sage green with fear as their eyes meet.
"Ducky, please tell me you don't have a dragon in your mouth."
Alec smirks and gives the lightest of trills and the warlock shivers, hands up in surrender.
Magnus chuffs around where he's holding him and Alec rolls his eyes, finally taking the force of his gaze away.
It's hardly his fault if even as the size of say, a lizard, Alec is too powerful for warlocks to gaze upon without fear.
... well, all warlocks except for Magnus of course.
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What qualities do you like about Double D the most?
Soooo so many things I love about him - I often think about how soft his skin would be, like his cheeks are all soft and squishy, and his neck is probably so delicate and warm, his skin would probably be a bit clammy (he's so anxious and riled up all the time....) but not in an unpleasant way, it's just how he is lol. He's definitely one of those people with really cold hands and other extremities, but a warm enough torso
I love the way his face stretches when he smiles! I love seeing all the different shapes he takes but his smile is my favorite :3 how do I describe it- he isn't lumpy or anything, but he just has so many interesting moving parts, I love how his cheeks stick out and his chin sticks out and his jaw behind his ear sticks out, and his lil eye lines/eye bags, and of course his tooth gap! Big ol teeth...... He's just so wonderful to look at and I wish I could give him a big kiss on the forehead... boop his nose while I'm at it.... he's shaped all awkward like a newborn kitten or and I love it
I love how long he is! Lanky lil ferret creature, like a cat, or a weasel, or a salamander! I like the salamander comparison best, I've studied their anatomy before and it ready fits Double D the best..... They're all lanky and squiggly and flexible just like Double D ^w^
I really like Edds funky posture, he has such a cute lil belly and messed up scoliosis back lol..... like he's all tall and thin compared to everyone else but he's still fleshy and soft >u< like you can see his ribcage and spine poking out, but he still has a big kitten belly... I just wanna hold and squish him! his limbs are all lanky and awkward, but theyre more like that of a delicate baby bird than a bony human!
Also... cute butt........ squishy squishy 🤤🤤 LOL I know it's probably just his big ol shorts but it's still cute..... I love how all his clothes are so big on him! It's adorable!! I can imagine all the textures so vividly.... his outfits are def 10/10 comfy ^^ I love how he just wears knee/thigh high socks, it's very cute and funny, I also wear socks that go up to my shorts sometimes and it is VERY comfy when they fit well.
I also love his tiny lil legs and the way he walks/runs! They go pitter patter as he skitters around like a dachshund or a lizard a a funky lil bug!
And I really like the way he handles his energy... ill start with describing the other eds first!
With Ed, his energy is sort of consistently radiating out, he has an IMMENSE amount of power and imagination in there, but he's big enough to handle it. It seeps out like radiation from a 10 ton brick of uranium.
With Eddy, he has more explosive tendencies, he's short and stout, which makes it harder for him to hold everything in, but he tends to compress it all down into a little ball. He's extremely volatile and reactive, you set him off and BOOM it all explodes out! His little body just can't handle anything new, he's already backed up with so much repressed emotion that there just isn't room for anything new. His explosions are like dynamite, or a star that got too much mass and imploded on itself.
Now Edd is the Anxiety Creature™, his energy is also volatile in nature, but I guess he's more electric, or like plasma. It's the kind of heat that's so hot it starts to feel cold again, like coming inside from the snow, turning the bath faucet to the hottest temp and butting your feet right under it. The difference between him and eddy is that Double D isn't able to hold anything down, as soon as it's created it's let out into the world, however that may be. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, expresses any and all fear, excitement, disgust, and affection he feels because he just doesn't have the volume to hold any of it in. He creates huge amounts of energy, and there's nowhere for it to go but out into the world! His tiny body just can't hold it all in.... it's hard to find a comparison like the other two, something so small with so much energy.... his energy sorta functions like the sun, once you look at it up close.
Here's a diagram I made to visualize it better, (it looks better on computer than phone) I feel like Edds colors are different based on whatever emotion he's expressing, but theyre always bright, whipping out like pink and yellow and blue solar flares. Eddy's are definitely more firey and messy than what i drew, think dynamite mixed with a supernova.
I've been writing this post all morning, and I think im gonna call it here for now lol. I will add some stuff about Double D's personality later lol.
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Good Job, Pretty Thing
Fandom : One Piece
Rating : Teens and Up, SFW
Pairing : Sasaki/Reader
Tags : Gender Neutral Reader, No pronouns, lots of petnames, Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Touch Anxious Reader
Summary :
Touching was a whole thing. It was scary, it was anxiety inducing, sometimes it even felt gross. But you also craved it so much it was painful. Sasaki was patient with you.
Today he decided to take another approach.
Touching was a whole thing. It was scary, it was anxiety inducing, sometimes it even felt gross.
But you also craved it so much it was painful.
Sasaki was patient with you. He was so patient, and you were craving his touch like a pigeon following an empty junk food bag. You'd told him so, in other words and some. Since then he made sure to try and encourage you to indulge yourself, trying to push your comfort zone step by step.
Today he decided to take another approach.
The large man was sitting on the couch, dwarfing it, legs open and arms on the back of the seat. He was the epitome of looking hot while relaxed, effortlessly sexy and gorgeous.
And if you wanted your kiss, you had to climb him like a tree, without him moving or doing anything. It gave you the freedom to take and give exactly how much you wanted.
But it also meant you'd be doing all the work.
Fuck he looked so hot and pretty, your knees were shaking.
You took a breath.
Sasaki's smile grew a little more. "C'mon love. You can do it." He encouraged you.
You gulped, and took a few steps until your knees were touching his (gods was he big and tall). Your hands were shaking, and slowly, so slowly, gods Sasaki was patient with you, you placed them on his stomach. He was warm. He always was, and you wanted him to kill you with his natural heat.
Sasaki hummed, still unmoving past his head tilting lightly. You slowly, still so slowly, moved, getting closer, attempting to put up a shaking leg up to his. The moment your knee touched his thigh you stopped.
You weren't struggling because it felt bad. You were struggling because you wanted it so bad it was terrifying.
Eventually, you moved again, climbing on his lap with a noise in the back of your throat, hands sliding to a better spot.
"C'mon, almost there baby."
You exhaled, breath shaky, and raised on your knees resting on his thighs, lowering yourself against his upper body, his heat engulfing you as your face reached his.
"Thaaat's it, good job pretty thing," His breath fanned your face, lips moving against yours, "Get your reward sweetheart."
Still shaking, flustered to the point of no return, you leaned the last centimeter for your kiss, whimpering in his mouth. You felt a rasp, deep hum on yours, soft kisses pressed again and again, little praise in between them. "Good babe", "Pretty baby", "That's it sweetheart".
You felt like you were going to pass out when his lips trailed along your jawline.
"Color ?"
"Green green green-" His earnest chuckle cut you off, and he nuzzled the space where your jaw and neck met, breath tickling you pleasantly, liking the way his fangs felt on your skin.
"Think you can handle me holdin' you love ?" he murmured gently. You made a noise in the back of your throat, and thought for a few seconds, feeling the tiny brushes of his lips across your neck. You moved, making him stop, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him, your turn to nuzzle your head to his neck, hiding away. Once you settled, you nodded, and felt a gentle, large, warm hand brush one of your arms down to your shoulder, down your back, then back up onto your shoulder blades.
Sasaki took a deep breath, making you move into the air with the movement of his chest and stomach, exhaling slowly. He repeated his actions, just letting you soak his warmth like a lizard in the sun, helping you relax into the touches, effectively rendering your brain into mush.
At least if you fell asleep, you couldn't be too scared and have to stop.
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SPZ Intro Post
[ID: digital art of a green background with red trees on either side and ferns on the ground. On the left is a pale guy Dr. Meir in an open yellow shirt and grey slacks. Next is Pema with a pink hijab, purple shirt, and black skirt. She is side-hugging Shay who has her blue hair in a bun and is in green overalls with a blue left leg. Bennett is in a purple shirt. Jared is in a coat and has white streaks in his hair. Toi’ya is in a red dress and has many freckles. Ayesha is in a green uniform and has curly bangs. End ID]
Title: Saving Planet Zora
Genre: (new) adult sci fi
Form: Novel, 4th draft
Tropes/themes: protection of nature, found family, no gays get buried, are all laws just?, animal companions
Setting: The planet Zora is covered in lush forests. Atlas trees stretch a hundred meters tall while the understory is populated by trees, vines, and bushes in a variety of burgundys and purples. There are flying lizards, bioluminescent mushrooms, and skittering creatures with six limbs.
Blurb: Bennett is part of Expedition II, the group of scientists sent by the city of Iona into the forests of Zora to collect samples. Expedition I all died within their first few weeks. All Bennett wants to do is his little nerdy work and studying the alien plants and animals. That is, until he discovers a mortally injured, dangerous, panther-like creature and he has to make a choice between her life and the tenets telling him not to interfere. Even her existence could put everything out of balance. And the council who is supposed to uphold the tenets above all else are on a slippery slope. Cue political intrigue, lying to the people Bennett loves most, and basking in the sun.
Check out my tag, #saving zora
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Characters: picrews here and here and here
Bennett Warren: protagonist, alien plant and animal expert, anxious enby extraordinaire. Bennett overthinks a lot about choices. He loves his second, chosen family dearly. He grew up practically worshiping the council and the tenets.
Shay Dominguez: Bennett’s best friend, mechanical engineer, rule breaker, sarcastic and honest. Lesbian with the hots for the expeditionary director and their Ionan Guard escort. Her family comes from Argentina.
Jared Vaea: Bennett and Shay’s other best friend. Proteins and chemicals expert. Has a boyfriend back in Iona. Afro-polynesian/Somoan. ADHD haver
Pema Kouassi: Director of Expedition II. Atmospheric regulation expert. Hijabi sunni muslim with family from the Ivory Coast, Senegal, and Tibet.
Dr. Meir Korman: Medical expert with lots of anxiety and a stickler for rules, especially when it comes to the council
Ayesha Fredericks: Ionan Guard member and programmer
Toi’ya Myeong: Head Ionan Guard member for the expedition. Ayesha reports to her.
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Why I Don't Write Self-Insert Characters
Spaceship: A Ship In Space
The door chimed. I got out of my chair and checked the view screen. It was someone I didn't recognize, a tall, lizard-like creature. I opened the door, wondering if he was with the ship's security team. Was I in trouble?
"Hey," he said, "I'm T'Kar, the new captain assigned to this ship. They said you're the ship's AI? But you look Human..?"
I nodded. "Yeah, it's just the crew's idea of a joke. A.I. stands for Anxious Introvert."
He frowned. "That's not... that's not so useful. But you can read minds though, right?"
"Nope, just a guy."
"But the forehead. How do you get such a big forehead like that if your species doesn't have psychic powers?"
I sighed. "Just lucky, I guess."
He stroked his scaly chin. "We're having a movie night next week. Do you want to be the screen?"
"I hate you already."
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I've tried to write this so many ways. How do I say this.
I want this to be special. Unique. As if people don't fall in love with people they're not supposed to fall in love with all the time. My experience is, if anything, painfully universal. What I'm feeling right now has been felt by a million different people in a million different ways before me. It will continue to be felt for as long as people live after I'm gone. Anything I say here will feel familiar, because you've read this sort of thing many times before. But I feel the need to say this myself, anyway.
I like you. I liked you from the moment you walked into our aquaculture seminar, all bright and cheerful. Everyone was so awkward and didn't know how to speak up, but you were our glue. You broke the ice, lifted everyone's spirits. You called me smart for knowing how to use a refractometer, how to culture Artemia.
I didn't see you for awhile after that. We reunited at the lab kitchen, and you yelled my name and hugged me. Who does that? We barely knew each other. But you made me feel so welcomed. Do you do this for everybody?
You draw beautifully, but not in the normal way. You draw dumb, goofy cartoons of monsters getting their cupcakes stolen by skateboarding gremlins. You draw praying mantises atop skyscrapers. You draw whatever you want, fun blocky shapes packed with primary colours. You get contracts to draw native trees, dancing on the side of churches. You inspired me to create again.
Your voice is insane. You called your parents yesterday, asked if I minded. I didn't get any work done with you talking, even in the best circumstances I can't adjust my focus easily. But I didn't care. I almost wish I could record you, play your words back whenever I'm feeling anxious. You could say anything, your words still shine with a bright earnestness when you're emphatic. Your voice makes me shiver when it creaks low. You have a power to your words. A voice that fills rooms and makes the hairs on my neck stand up.
You'd kill yourself in a zombie apocalypse. You cried when we watched Life of Pi. You hate dark media. You eat dry cereal. You surf and own a pet lizard and wear sweater vests. You don't brush your teeth every night and you don't shower every day. You leave things until the last minute. You'd do everything and anything to make somebody's birthday the best they've ever had. You feel uncomfortable if you can't help. You can't bake because the recipes are too pedantic. You call your deaf ear your "naughty ear", because it "hears things it shouldn't".
I find it very difficult not to stare at you. You say you don't have eyelids to apply shadow to, that your lips are too thin. I haven't seen anything more beautiful. You're a perfect shape. Your eyes scrunch up when you get excited, which is often. When the light hits your irises just right, they glow like Kāuri gum. When you hug me, I feel enormous.
I met your boyfriend the other week. We get along well, he's very tall and soft-spoken. He looks at you the way I wish I could, openly. I can tell he adores you. He'd follow you to the ends of the Earth if you asked and I can't blame him. You don't call him often, worry that he wants to settle down too soon.
You've made my year. It'll be hard not to overemphasise you in my thesis acknowledgements. But I know you, you're tired. Your project is ambitious and academia isn't kind to anyone. You're going to leave soon, and I don't know when I'll see you again. You might leave for a long time. When you finally return, I worry that your eyes won't know me like I know you.
You seem to think we have a genuine connection, but very much as friends. That can't be helped. I have my own tethers, too. That's why this is even harder than it should be. All that guilt.
I linger on your words, the ones you put on your bedroom wall but have since taken down. "A lot is changing, it's the same old day", you wrote when you turned 26 this year. "They know this stuff. I'm an idiot kid. They know that". Written during our course. I hope I didn't hurt you.
You're right. A lot is changing. But it's the same old day.
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INTRO POST IN CONSTRUCTION
Hello! Welcome to my blog, you can call me Nihil or Raven, those are my common online nicknames.
I occasionally post gposes of my wols, and while I haven't really RPd with regard to ffxiv before I'm very willing to try.
If you see this, you probably follow me (or are wondering who I am because I liked something (it's probably in my queue btw)) most likely because of:
My main ffxiv wol - Ater Lucidus | Main jobs: Black Mage, Reaper, Astrologian | tag: my ocs - ater lucidus
He's an Au Ra Raen, about 217cm tall with his right eye being purple and the left being a darker purple. He has a lot of lore, but I won't go over that here. He is canonically in a relationship with my partner's wol!
Traits:
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured/In Between / Uncultured
Loyal/ In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
Elenwe Celebrindal | Main jobs: Paladin, Summoner | tag: my ocs - elenwe celebrindal | Pansexual
She is an elf from the First, not from the Source. She managed to travel from the First to find her adopted son, who is a shard of Ater's adopted sister, Veyja (yes there's a lot of adoption, found family is fun). Athodai, Veyja's shard, was called to the Source upon Veyja drinking a mysterious potion (which is just lore for Vey the player using a fantasia because she got jealous and wanted to play a tall, caked-up male lizard like Ater).
Elenwe is a very caring person, being one to always help those threatened by the light, be that in battle or driven from their homes. There was one person she could not protect, however. Ithildin, her first love and partner, was gravely wounded by sin eaters and on the verge of turning when she found them. She gave them the mercy of a proper death.
Traits:
Extroverted / In Between / Introverted
Disorganized / In Between / Organized
Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded
Calm / In Between / Anxious
Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable
Cautious / In Between / Reckless
Patient / In Between / Impatient
Outspoken / In Between / Reserved
Leader / In Between / Follower
Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic
Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic
Traditional / In Between / Modern
Hard-working / In Between / Lazy
Cultured/In Between / Uncultured
Loyal/ In Between / Disloyal
Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful
I have completed Shadowbringers so far, anything up to the start of Endwalker is free game for asks (main story wise, no promises about sidequests/non-job quests)
I'm also a completely vanilla player when it comes to mods, though I do love what the modding community is doing!
ASK RULES
- General DNI: no bigotry or hate towards marginalised/minority groups
- No politics. If I bring it up I don't want asks about it either, I'm probably just venting. (I don't expect to post about politics at all though)
- No asks about Miqo'te and Lalafell unless I bring them up, I'm just not much of a fan of them
- Might add more later
If anyone thinks I should add anything, feel free to DM me or send an ask, anon is on! I also have a Discord, feel free to ask for it.
#personal - other#☆ raven's blog tag ☆#im still getting the hang of using this accursed site. please bear with me.
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Sometimes it's funny to think how the youngest member of my Creatures Collective is also the tallest one
Because Marush is 19 but he's an Unusually Big Lizard.. but also he's baby boy, baby. Gets adopted by whoever talks with him for more than a minute, be it as a sibling or a child
Meanwhile the shortest is the Tiny Minty Kitty who's actually a brilliant conjurer and Cartenau veteran. And fits so much anxiety that even Marush can't compete (especially as the Baby Lizard becomes more confident with time!!! Y'nar only gets more anxious as the number of things and people to worry about grows). Bonus point! He is 34 and Estinien cannot cope with that. Fully goes "nope, illegal, I won't ever include that in my beliefs system"
And the two oldest are both buns (understandable), but in totally different categories. Khaer stopped counting his age at 250 and basically lives with the motto of "nothing has killed me yet, and I quite like it this way". But having lived that long, he grew so accustomed to Shit Just Happening, he has very unamused but not surprised kind of reaction whenever something goes terribly wrong. So he definitely comes off as unemotional
But Arisu is in an entirely different category! She might be like 87-88 but she had lived her life in her native forest all the time till she and her sisters found their aunt's letters from her travels, and caught the wanderlust bug! Everything is very new, impressive and exciting for her, and she's happy to experience it and share this joy with her sisters and friends!! And she's just naturally very open and cheerful, even if she has a Very Stoic face and presence when she just stands in place focusing on something
Tbh I never think much about how Y'nar would fit in with them, I only think about the interactions within the Originally Brynhildr Trio. But he is so shy he would never approach them on his own... But there is a great possibility of Arisu approaching him because Khaer, who delights in seeing Cute Cats, would comment about how cute he looks, and she'd be happy to deliver the message that they BOTH think Y'nar is cute, to him. Much to the kity's panic and Biggest Wettest Kitty Eyes because he can't take a compliment udygysugn
Also both Y'nar and Arisu are of the Twin Adders, so she'd have all the more chances of complimenting how exceedingly pretty and fluffy he is on any given day. And asking if he'd need any help (offering that as an accomplished warrior, crafts and gathering enjoyer, and just a 192 cm bunny with 12cm murder heels who can FOR SURE pick something off the tallest shelves if he needs it)
...Khaer probably does ask her to get stuff from really high up, to avoid the need to climb and/or jump up. Especially because Certain Extremely Tall Lizard does tend to put things he needs about eye level for himself. But his eye level is more than 2 metres off the ground!
Ah so in order of heights: Y'nar is about 160 cm tall, Khaer is 172 cm, Arisu Is 192 cm (+12 cm of Murder Heels that she wears a lot), and Marush is 244 cm
Yes you can almost fit a Lala between the kity and Marush!!
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Gargoyles X TMNT: The Shadows of New York
Chapter 3: As Above
“I’m just saying, our leader could stand to lighten up!” The red gargoyle said loudly. “We’ve been in this castle for almost two months, and he still hasn’t let us leave!”
The TV babbled in the background, some commercial for a new dish soap. Two of them were draped across the furniture in various poses of comfort. The red one hung upside down from a heavy stone rib in the arch of the ceiling. The green one cuddled against an enormous pillow nearly his size, chin propped up under his elbows. The blue one lay like a boulder in the midst of an entire forest of plates, bowls, cups, and takeout containers.
The TV room was once the armory, now converted into a surprisingly plush living room, with a three-seater couch and a rocking chair that creaked just the right amount.
The red one surveyed the room, his tail curled tightly around the rock, his talon feet buried like hooks in the stone. So expensive. So well-made. None of this was supposed to be here. And neither were they.
He released his grip on the ceiling, flipping over and landing on his feet with the grace of a cat. The TV hopped on its stand as his weight shook the floor. The commercial rattled on, the human in the box more enthralled by how magically her dishes were wiped clean than the gargoyle that shook her tiny home.
There was surprisingly little response to his outburst. “To be fair,” The smallest one bobbed his bald green head. “It took us a month to even understand Modern English, let alone stop trying to kill the TV. We haven’t even found out a fraction of the things that have happened since the Spell was cast. I’m just as anxious as you, brother!” He put a hand, wide and lizard-like in the spread of his fingers, just on the folded wing of his white-haired rookery brother. “But how do we expect to be safe if we don’t know what’s out there? Come on. Sit down, we’ll finish watching the History Channel, and see what else is on after.”
The young gargoyle looked at his usual place on the couch next to his brothers, heart tempted for a moment. But he snarled, yanking his shoulder away with a sound deep in his throat that would make most men cower. “Will you even listen to yourself? You’re supposed to be the smart one, and that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!” He roared, fury building in his throat as he loomed over his smaller brother, wings spread wide. “We aren’t safe! We never were, never are, and never will be! Safety isn’t real anymore!” He flapped his wings open, the cinnabar lips of his grotesque beak curled back to reveal his long, sharp fangs.
The smaller gargoyle shrank back. But not by much. His huge, round eyes narrowed at his larger brother. Eventually, he spoke. “You woke up at sunset like usual tonight, and not in a pile of rubble.” He said with ponderous measurement. “I think that means, at the very least, we can trust that we’re safe for now. ”
All three of them let that single ‘for now’ hang in the silent lull of the conversation. The smallest one had a point. It was an idea that had been swimming in their heads every single night since they first awoke in 2001. The feeling of inevitability, the weight of the knowledge that it wasn’t an ‘if’, but a ‘when’ that underscored their relationship to this King in a Kingless World, Xanatos. When he would betray them. When they would wake up as mixings for concrete. Their very own tower wasn’t safe, not after they watched the one across the horizon fall in a ball of flame and smoke.
“Oh, come on.” The blue one, about half as wide at the shoulder and the gut as he was tall, threw up his claws with exasperation. “This isn’t helping us. Any of us, least of all our leader or our mentor. Besides, humans can’t have changed that much! They’re still small, pink, and wingless.” He thumped his fist into his dense, barrel-like chest, eyes alight with a gentle and encouraging cheer. “I say we do what gargoyles are supposed to do at night, and fly! Forget about what the humans will think, and just… live again.”
“You’re right. Gargoyles may protect the castle like they breathe air. But we still owe it to ourselves to live and thrive. We can’t go back.” The red one pulled a piece of string from out of his belt-pouch and tied back his long, white hair. His beak set in a grim line, he sat up straight. “We can only go forward. Are you with me?”
“Yeah!” The blue one replied. The green one sighed. “Fine. But only if I can bring my notebook. I want to be able to show Goliath what we’ve seen and learned while we’re out. You know, for… reconnaissance.”
“Reconn…?” The red one scratched his head.
“Like that movie we saw last night! James Bond! It means spying!” The blue one answered.
The eldest of the three rubbed his chin. “Yeah, good thinking! Xanatos must have a spyglass in this place somewhere, we can say we’re scanning the horizon for more… Vikings?”
“The Vikings are a football team now.” The broad one pointed out. “Unless we wanna go see a real live football game! Oh boy, I’ve always wanted to see one of those!”
The cunning one smiled. “Easy enough excuse. I think I saw on the news that there’s a New York Jets game going on. If we’re lucky, we can catch it before the game ends! See it for real this time instead of on TV!”
“Yeah!” The blue gargoyle’s small eyes lit up, his earfins perking up with his smile. “They’re supposed to be fighting the… Saint Francis Foreigners?”
“Yeah, the Jets have a skirmish against the Foreigners!” The green one hopped up, toe and claw in the wall, and kicked off. He glided away over the rabbit ears of the TV and over the back of the couch. He landed lightly at the table on the other side of the old armory. “I mean, we’re supposed to defend our home against foreign invaders. Right? We’re just finding out what we’re defending against!” He began shuffling through drawers, hunting for his notebook and a pencil.
“It’s not ‘Foreigners', it’s ‘49ers’, guys.” The ruddy one rolled his eyes. “The New York Jets versus the San Francisco 49ers, at the Giants Stadium. It’ll be their first home game since… since the Twin Towers.”
The green one belted on a small fanny pack, weaving it through his pierced underarm wings. “Don’t worry. We’re only going to a football game, it’s not like we’ll run into trouble.”
“Do you have to say that?” The blue gargoyle moaned.
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he still has dimples
#star trek ds9#julian bashir#elim garak#garashir#kira nerys#miles o’brien#keiko o'brien#ohhh i’m hooked now#he’s just a tall anxious lizard#the new relationship dynamics!!!!!! so cool!!!!!!!#new arc w kira and chu’lian confronting their trauma together and becoming buds#miles & chu’lien learn to understand and even like each other w keiko as instigator#yes julian’s kardasi name is chu’lien bassir executive decision#and ofc emil garak the s31 spy tasked w keeping an eye on the wormhole/bajor/the cardassian exile….. :0000#falling in love w ur target trope 🙏🙏🙏#idk what the bond program would be.. probably iloja of prim’s poetry somehow#chu’lien still shoots him to save the ops crew#it’s still VERY gay#also they’re both trans that’s very important#ok wait his name might be emil garrick or something funny like that#i am so tempted to write a million oneshots for this#who wants to join me 👀👀
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jean kirstein x reader; the seeds of fear.
NOTE: Hello, beloved ones, and happy Women’s History Month! Today I saw many people strolling through the city with arms full of flowers and I think that’s extraordinary. That aside, I am here to express my newfound love for Jean, and you are all welcome to join me. We are going to the moon! It also seems that my works are becoming lengthier. I think I went through all five stages of grief while writing this, though. I wonder if I had made a mistake by unleashing myself upon the world of writing. Anyway, I’m feeling very lizard-esque tonight. I am psyched to transfer mystical and reptile-like vibes to you all through this digital lifeform.
pairing: jean kirstein x gn!reader;
content warnings: angst to fluff, awkwardly executed romance, brief usage of religious terms, abundant mentions of heavy topics (death, fear, violence), reader is anxious through and through, possible spelling errors;
content synopsis: you didn’t know why someone as emotionally fragile as you had a place in the survey corps, in the claws of death itself. despite feeling like a prisoner of your own life, jean helps you realize that you had a way out this entire time; beside him.
word count: 1,988.
currently playing: susumu yokota — shinsen.
pinned blog post.
You were an observer.
But today, for the first time in a while, you ceased to mentally cruise in places where you felt invincible and came to profusely acknowledge that death has never been busier and it keeps finding strings to pull.
Strings on which your loved ones were attached.
Thus, the sound of tragedy pulsated all around you like reverberating demons, shedding blood like a hollow drumming of wings, regardless if you were listening or not. And you were finally coming to terms with the fact that death is dangerously close, staring you right in the face.
Whether you stared back at it or not.
But, much to your chagrin, you were very aware.
By no means could you wrap your head around the thought of the friends you've lost along the way of this deteriorating journey, every one of the meeting tragic ends.
Head spinning and eyelids closing to the artificial lights that lit up the cramped room, your spasming body leans against the backrest of an old, rusty and barely stable wooden chair behind a table just as fragile, all while your mind processes the incessant ramblings of soldiers moving left and right in rush hour. They were laughing, dull statements leaving their mouths as they load their heavy guns constructed for war with diligence.
None of which keeps your attention captured like the distinctive footsteps that smack the wooden floorboards with soundly creaks that appeared to vibrate under your almost defeated silhouette, pushing your body into an automatic state of awareness as you straighten your spine to look at least halfway presentable. Not that it mattered much, but the way Jean's eyes intensely searched for yours in the crowd, looking, looking and looking up and away and pressuring his tip-toes despite already being too tall wasn't something you should brush off as unimportant.
Else, you wouldn't hear the end of it.
And boy, does everything fly out the door as soon as Jean Kirstein enter a room.
"There you are. What have you been doing?"
You hear the words that escape Jean's supple lips, picking at your thoughts to find an excuse to cover up the fact that you have indeed been slacking.
You sigh, getting up from the chair to be on par with Jean.
Walking up to him, you find the courage to speak, "I slept in. It would've been embarrassing to just walk up to you and say it like that, so I strayed behind."
The tone of your voice was innocent, weak, almost like a child that feared being chastised.
"That's unlike you. What's wrong?" Jean asks attentively, his silhouette closing in on yours, and the way he gazed from above was almost of an overbearing intensity, "You should've come."
"You wouldn't have needed me in that state." You affirmed, dusting off your military overcoat.
You hated wearing that thing, but nevertheless, you had to serve someone. Or something. You didn’t quite know what, nor did you have the courage to question authority. You were a scout, yet you behaved like anything but.
Your own fear stood in the way of being able to break this vicious cycle that you were a prisoner of. And the thought of being so easily subdued kept you crawling on your knees.
Jean seems to have a meticulous mental structure of your penchant to hiding, yet he speaks in a manner that lacks any sort of judgement directed towards you, "Of course I would've needed you. I need you all the time."
Your eyes widen upon the words being delivered, and it becomes obvious that Jean had no measurement of what he had just let out.
Nevertheless, you wish you could believe him, but the lack of confidence in both his eyes and voice betrayed that desire.
Such a liar, you muse in your mind.
"Yeah, right," You scoff lightly; you ended up not placing trust in a word Jean said, but you didn't want him to feel insulted by your disbelief.
He's a commanding officer, isn't he? You didn't want to bruise the pride of that beyond repair.
You inhale, "Jean, I'm just not meant..."
"You're afraid."
And you exhale.
Eyes squinting, you struggled to grasp the oxygen that evaded your grip.
You were so abruptly exposed, with no chance to explain yourself.
All you do is grunt for a response, feeling far too emotionally cornered to be able to do more.
Despite that, you catch the power to talk by its tail, as incoherent as you felt like your words sounded, "I don't think there was a time when I wasn't."
There’s no end to the fall.
In the eye of the storm, you could only do as much as become stillness. And the rest of them?
And Jean?
They were all blessed with the strength to become one with the storm.
They were the ones to take grasp of everything you wondered of the sea, howling at the waves that should have howled back at you instead.
Lest you be forgotten.
And no matter how tightly Jean held your hand as your blood spilled in the water, no amount of lukewarm affection could fill the fear that thundered upon you in this cruel world.
You wanted it to burn.
Jean was aware of the risk his words will pose, but nevertheless, he spoke.
"You don't have to succumb into your fear."
And when your bloodshot eyes widened in opposition with your lethargic posture, you spat, "Tch."
Jean means well, you know that; but his almost naive lack of knowledge was just enough to strike a nerve.
Your eyes quiver in hidden anger, "My fear?"
Jean's eyebrows furrow upon witnessing your heavy yet awfully quiet question.
It's unlike you to show such passive-aggressiveness.
"You know nothing about my fear!"
And neither did you.
You scoff out your statement with a surprising raise of volume, already beginning to wonder what has gotten into you. You were convinced it was the same for Jean, and you asked yourself if you accidentally threw yourself into a race of how quickly you can make him hate you.
You would never want him to hate you.
But it all went by too fast.
You stop yourself from gesturing any more, overanalyzing every word said and action performed in the conversation. Instead, you looked around, only to realize that you might be the problem when meeting the parted lips, curious eyes and raised eyebrows of the scouts overhearing your outburst.
And you mentally cursed yourself above and beyond. But it was too late to back down, and the seeds of your rage have been already planted. Much like the seeds of your fear, its products already growing violently through dirt, shadows and unseen cracks, all over your heart.
All while Jean observes from above. It didn’t take long for you to feel like an exhibit.
You draw out a forceful breath, convinced there's no way in hell you could decently remove yourself from the situation now.
But luckily, Jean is an attentive man, and he walks out through the gradually swallowing darkness with your hand clasped in his, leaving the members of the audience question his movements as much as they've questioned yours.
Strolling through the hallway of a funerary silence and struggling to keep up with Jean, you followed obediently from behind, wondering why.
Why is he still here?
You thought you've made your point.
"Listen," Jean breathes out through his parted lips, "When I said that you don't have to succumb into your fear, I meant that you didn't have to battle it alone."
Listening carefully as he had requested, you eyebrows knit together, failing to understand what he was on about.
But part of you was wishful, and whatever his words meant, you wanted him to shout them out, to make you understand.
To save you from the depths your fearful heart has fallen into.
"We're all afraid. Hell, I'm scared to death. I have fears that outweigh me," Said Jean, the hoarse tone of his voice clashing with the echoes of your footsteps in the deathly empty hallway, "You said I know nothing about your fear. And you're probably right."
Jean goes on and on, and once again, you reminisced the words you shouted into his face as you spat out your hopeless rage; everything overlapped with your current thoughts, and it was difficult to tell them apart now.
Now it was just you, Jean Kirstein, and a war against all emotions.
"So help me understand."
Shout it out, you wanted to audibly beg.
"Because, if I'm going to do this thing..."
Shout it louder.
"I need to learn everything there is to be learned about you."
With a childish curiosity, you stared at him from below with big, doomed eyes.
"What thing?" You dared to ask.
Oh, wouldn't you love to know?
"Pursuing my love for you." And he dared to answer.
Love, is it?
Such an unfamiliar word, and an even more unfamiliar feeling.
But you began to progressively learn about it four years ago, when the stubborn man protecting your hand into his much sturdier one headbutted you.
And, out of retribution, you screamed into his face, who died and made you king?
That was also how you began to condemn the creator for giving you a heart you didn't understand. Though, you were convinced you were given your love before there was made a God.
"Your love... for me?" You speak in disbelief, softly, making yourself small under his warm touch.
Jean scoffs, wondering, won't you get it?
"Yes, stupid. Four damned years, and you couldn't tell?" He affirmed, the confidence in his tone taking you way back in time.
Obviously, you could tell.
But the primary question is, could he tell?
"So, kiss me, then."
Yes, four years of patience.
While it was not the time or the place for him to steal a kiss while you're lost in the mist, Jean sees your proposal as a challenge.
And if love truly is a game, he'll win every time he'll play it.
Jean stops abruptly and your body crashes against his own. Your sight cruises into his, pairs of eyes gazing into each other so profoundly, almost caught up in a ritual of sweet lovemaking. You begin to wonder when will your bodies catch up; you dreamt of a touch of love like the warmth of sun rays entering through glassed windows on its tippy-toes. Like an endless reminder of him, the man who, in your vision, was all about strolls through the forest, nights by the fire and deadpan stares from across the table.
And Jean kisses you, unannounced, unafraid, untamed.
The manner in which his lips clashed against yours showed no sign of reluctance or remorse. It was like he has done it a million times before and like he'll do it a billion more after. He seems to absorb you with each slight partition and anticipated reconnection of your lips, and you felt like the arrival of tomorrow won't rain upon you ever again. Time was no longer real where you had landed, and even less when Jean's hands found place somewhere, anywhere on your body. He was so goddamned close, and you'd beg for him to come closer, to drill that love into you like he had claimed he will. Someday.
But it was still too early, and you had only accepted the thought when his lips separate from your own for the night. However, when his forehead presses against yours, basking in the rising temperature you had bestowed upon his body, you realized he wasn't going anywhere away from you.
No way in hell and never again.
And he'll dig the seeds of fear out of your blooming garden with his bare hands if he'd learned that it will put you at ease.
Because, in his vision, you deserved no less and infinitely more.
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Winter Winds
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: (Y/N) had a nasty habit of waiting by the window. How could she not? If your boyfriend was out fighting crime late into the night, you would too.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, few swear words
A/N: my first real Peter fic! You can read it as any Peter, it’s pretty open for interpretation.
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Winters in the city always felt too long for (Y/N)’s liking. The days were shorter, the air grew bitterly cold and the nights dragged on for hours on end. What (Y/N) now hated most about the winter was the wait by the window. The wait never grew easier, but at least she had the smells of spring or summer breeze to calm her nerves. Now all she had to greet her anxious state was the winter wind and the occasional snowfall to greet her bedside. Could she just simply close the window? Of course she could, but knowing that he was out there and needed to come home, having one less obstacle in the way of his path to warmth and love was worth her own discomfort.
She never signed up for this, living each night with the fear of losing the one person that made her life even worth living. Her person. She’d continue on, of course, it’s what he would want. She knew that and would just try to live day by day until the grief became smaller and smaller. Thankfully, each night she was relieved to know that she didn’t have to plan for such a day. He would finally slip into their shared apartment, as quietly as he could, littered with the injuries that the city they both loved so dear had given him.
“Peter,” (Y/N) breathed out, eyeing the bleeding man climbing in from their window. He had a sizable gash decorating his chest, tore right through the spider emblem on the front. She’d have to repair his suit, but that could wait. “Let me grab the kit.”
“S’okay,” Peter mumbled as he fumbled into their bedroom. He tripped over his tennis shoes and steadied himself as best he could. Peter Parker wasn’t the most graceful being on the planet, if anyone didn’t know any better, they’d say he had two left feet. “You really don’t need to, I can do it myself…”
“Nope,” (Y/N) replied, popping the ‘p’. She sat back down on their bed, med-kit in hand. Peter tore his mask off, flinging it onto their dresser. “Get your suit off, you know the drill.”
“Trynna get me naked, huh?” Peter mused. “Naughty, naughty.”
“You make the same joke every night, Parker,” (Y/N) said, fighting back the smile she so desperately wanted to make. “Seriously, get it off, I need to get to that—Jesus, Pete, what’s it even from?”
“Oh, this?” Peter asked, motioning to the gash on his chest, he had successfully pulled the suit off the top half of his body. The injuries on the lower half would heal up on their own overnight—thank you super healing. The slash was about six inches across, the bleeding mostly under control, he made a point to try his best to get it stopped before crawling in. His webbing usually did the trick. “Ah, honestly, it’s from the bear man. He got a few good licks in.”
“Bear man?”
“I dunno,” Peter shrugged, wincing at the antiseptic (Y/N) gingerly dabbed on the wound. “We never really got around to swapping business cards, maybe his name’s Paul?”
“Paul seems fitting for a bear,” (Y/N) said as she finally broke a smile. Peter’s mood lit up ever so slightly, he tried to make her smile, tried to make this living hell she endured just that much better with all the jokes or humor he could provide. “Is this the same guy that you tried to take down on Monday?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Peter nodded, leaning back onto the clean pillows on their bed. He’d have to do a load of laundry after this, if (Y/N) even let him out of her sight. It’s the least he could do. “He matches the description of what the witnesses saw—tall man wearing a fur costume, it checks out.”
“You fight a lot of animal-related villains,” (Y/N) noted, finishing up her initial cleaning of his chest. Now she could finally see what she was working with. “Lizard, Scorpion, Bear Man—”
“I think he actually goes by Grizzly—”
“And here you said you didn’t swap business cards,” (Y/N) quirked an eyebrow up at her boyfriend. He sheepishly smiled, a signature look from Peter Parker. “You’re gonna need stitches,” she said plainly, digging through her kit again.
“Man…” Peter groaned, a hand flying to his face in contest. “I hate stitches.”
“It’ll only be a few,” (Y/N) assured him. It was a lie, they both knew it, it always was. She threaded the needle carefully and prepped the skin. The first time she stitched him up, the stitches were shaky and sloppily done. Now, unfortunately, she’s stitched him up enough times that this has become routine. (Y/N) was close to calling herself a pro at it. “Stop fighting bears and maybe you wouldn’t need any.”
“You and I both know I won’t do that,” Peter said, taking a deep breath as (Y/N) placed the needle on the outside of his wound. A small grunt of pain escaped his lips as she began to carefully close the gash up.
“I would never ask that of you,” (Y/N) said, tying the first stitch up. “Not anymore, at least.” Her words held some truth to them, when she had first found out about Peter’s double life, she wanted him desperately to stop, to stay safe. It took the better part of a year to come to terms with the fact that Spider-Man would be the third wheel in their relationship, whether she liked it or not. “I’ve come to terms with all this.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” Peter sighed, tilting his head closer to his shoulder. He stared at (Y/N)’s profile as she expertly started on the next stitch, tongue sticking slightly out in concentration. “This isn’t something a girlfriend should have to do.”
“No, probably not,” (Y/N) nodded, eyes glued to the now slightly smaller gash—not even halfway done. “But this is something your girlfriend has to do.” Peter looked down, almost in disappointment, his face tinted with anguish. It was his ‘martyr look’, as (Y/N) had called it, knowing this look all too well. “This is something your girlfriend wants to do,” she quickly corrected herself.
“You shouldn’t want to stitch up your bruised and bleeding boyfriend, babe,” Peter said, his voice low. His thumbs brushed against the edge of his pillowcase, focusing on the silky texture beneath it.
“Oh, trust that I don’t really want to be doing this,” (Y/N) motioned to the array of medical supplies she laid out beside her. They’d acquired quite the collection over the span of Spider-Man taking on the city. “You know how I feel about blood,” she shuddered, “but I want to take care of you, and if this is how I have to do it? So be it.”
Silence overcame the two, the sounds of the city drowning out their thoughts. (Y/N) continued to stitch Peter up, it was taking an increasingly large amount of stitches to close the slash up, much to Peter’s disapproval. He sat through it like a champ, barely flinching as the needle continuously pierced his skin. “I know,” Peter finally admitted, eyes falling back onto (Y/N). “Just felt like throwing a pity party, I guess.”
“You’re more than welcome to throw pity parties, Pete,” (Y/N) said as she finished up her last stitch. It took a total of thirty-odd sutures to close up the wound, a new record for the pair. She placed butterfly bandages on the smaller cuts near the big one, they’d heal without any stitches. “Seeing as they’re the only parties you’re invited to…”
“Hey!” Peter quipped, poking (Y/N) in the side. She let out a strained giggle, fighting to get away from his touch. “You just lost your invite, ma’am.”
“Oh no, what ever will I do?”
“Cry,” Peter nodded and crossed his arms. He winced at the burning pain coming from the movement—wounds still too fresh. “Maybe scream?”
“I’m sure I’ll find a way in to the party somehow,” (Y/N) mused as she packed up the medical supplies. The bottle of antiseptic spilled onto their comforter, the strong smell bleeding into the room. “I always find a way.”
“It helps that you’re cute,” Peter agreed as his lips curled into a smile while watched his girlfriend place the med-kit on their nightstand. She had to move some empty cups out of the way, but she made do. “Cute girls always find their way into parties.”
“So you’re letting any cute girl into your party?” (Y/N) teased, crawling next to Peter, his arm expertly lifting to accommodate her by his side. She fit perfectly next to him, as if she were made to lay there.
“No, just you,” he looked down at the girl, watching her play with the edge of his suit.
“Thought you said I wasn’t invited?”
“I changed my mind.”
“It was my tits, wasn’t it?” (Y/N) said. Her face was serious as stone.
“Your tits played a part in it, yeah,” Peter nodded, fighting back a grin. “They’re pretty perfect. Everything about you is pretty perfect.”
“Nice save,” (Y/N) poked Peter’s side gently, avoiding a nasty splotch of bruising. “Seriously though, Pete, you need to know that I’m in it for the long-haul, yeah?”
“Of course I know that,” Peter replied. “It’s just—you know how I am. I’m a textbook over thinker.”
“You? Peter Parker? An over thinker?” (Y/N) pressed a hand to her chest. “I’m shocked.”
“I know, I know,” Peter chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down her arm lovingly. She was wearing one of his sweaters, he noticed, it was her favorite thing to steal from his closet. “Weren’t you cold?”
“Hmm?”
“Weren’t you cold?” Peter pointed his thumb towards the window. “Sitting by the window? That you left wide open? It’s like, twenty degrees outside.”
“I’m wearing a sweater, it’s fine.”
“My sweater—”
“Our sweater.”
“You could get sick,” Peter pressed. “I’d hate for you to get sick over waiting for me. You know I’ll come back, right? I always do.”
“I wait by the window regardless of the weather,” (Y/N) said, taking a glance up at Peter. He had the beginnings of a black eye forming under his right eye, the purpling just faint enough to mistake for dark circles. “Rain or shine, I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Your health aside, you’re gonna let snow into our apartment because you’re stubborn?”
“It’ll melt,” she shrugged.
“You could shut the window?”
“But what if it froze shut? You’d have no way in.”
Peter sighed, admitting he had no fight in this battle. She’d win regardless of what he said. He was okay with that, more than okay. “At least wear your parka, please?”
“I think I can manage that,” (Y/N) nodded, glancing at their closet, eyeing up the brilliant white coat sticking out like a sore thumb. Her eyes lit up like stars, jolting to life in sudden realization. “Oh! I made you something!” (Y/N) quickly jumped out of their bed, Peter whining at the lack of warmth. She quickly ran to their living room, her footsteps hurried and loud, stopping right before she reentered their bedroom. “Close your eyes, Pete.”
Peter obliged. “They’re closed.” He suddenly felt something drape across his lap, the noisy fabric almost giving the surprise away. “Can I open them?”
“Go for it.”
His eyes fluttered open to the sight of his blue winter coat—one of Uncle Ben’s old ones—now adorned with a stitched on red spider gracing the back. The cuffs of the sleeves were now accented with red as well, two red stripes above each cuff. “Sweetheart, this is…” He grew silent, the words to articulate his thoughts growing blank.
“I figured that even superheroes need to stay warm,” (Y/N) shrugged bashfully. “Your suit isn’t super insulated—you’ve complained about it enough for me to know that—so I added a bit of your branding to your old coat. I wouldn’t want you to be swinging around the city like a fashion disaster.”
Peter laughed freely, feeling his eyes prick with tears. “Thank you for this,” he looked back at her, “it’s incredible, you’re incredible.”
“I’ll wear mine if you wear yours,” (Y/N) said, holding her hand out in front of him, pinky extended. Peter laughed again, intertwining his pinky with hers as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Deal.”
“I did buy you a new coat though,” (Y/N) slid back into Peter’s side, coat now laying on both of their laps. “I didn’t think that wearing this one out in public was going to help you keep that double life, web-head.”
“No? I think it’s subtle,” Peter’s fingers traced over the stitching on the coat. It wasn’t perfect, but Peter swore he could practically feel the love emanating from every messy stitch across the spider’s outline. “What color’s the new one?”
“Red.”
He let out a laugh. “Of course it is.”
“I could go grab it if you want?” (Y/N) began to remove herself from the bed once more, only to be stopped by Peter’s vice-grip.
“I can imagine it,” he loosened his grip just a bit, realizing (Y/N) wasn’t going anywhere, “but if you think for even a second that you’re leaving this bed again, you’d be mistaken.”
“Even to get you painkillers?”
Peter winced at the mention, lifting his arm and aiming it towards their dresser. With a thwip of his wrist, the bottle of painkillers flew through the air and into his hand. “No need, got it handled.”
“Show off,” (Y/N) mumbled into his side.
Peter quickly swallowed a few of the pills, foregoing any drink with it. (Y/N) gagged slightly at the sight. “I appreciate you, you know? What you do for me?”
“You could manage to mention it more,” (Y/N) rolled fully on her side, her arm draping across Peter’s stomach. “I’m pretty amazing.”
“The Amazing Spider-Man and his Amazing Girlfriend,” Peter mused, his hand moving through the air. “I can picture it now, it’ll fly off the shelves in no time.”
“You think people want to write books about you?”
“Books are too long-winded for me,” Peter wriggled under the covers. So much for throwing them in the laundry. “But comics? I think the red and blue would look pretty cool in a comic.”
“I think your head’s gotten a bit big,” (Y/N) poked his temple playfully. “You save the city one time and think you’re some big hotshot—”
“I’ve saved the city at least five times by now,” Peter corrected, poking (Y/N) back. “They sell mugs with my face on it in Times Square!”
“I dunno, Pete,” (Y/N) sighed, “They’re pretty cheaply made…”
“Oh fuck off,” Peter laughed, “Everything they sell in Times Square is cheaply made.” (Y/N) laughed back, their chuckles filling the room. “Though, I think if there were a comic about me, you’d steal the show.”
“You think?”
“Fan-boys would fall in love with you so quickly, it’s not even funny,” Peter nodded. “Wait, on second thought—no comic.”
“Spidey doesn’t want to share?”
“Spidey doesn’t want to share,” he parroted back. He nuzzled his face into her hair—she’d just washed it earlier today so the faint smell of her shampoo lingered. With a small movement, he cautiously pressed his lips down to hers, kissing her lightly. It was sweet, chaste, entirely feeling like home. It was then he suddenly felt a chill breeze across his chest, the wind ice-cold. “I left the window open?”
“I guess you did,” (Y/N) repositioned herself to look at the window. Sure enough, the window was still as wide open as she left it. “How did you manage that?”
“I guess I was more worried about you,” Peter shrugged as he webbed the window and tried to pull it shut. No way was he about to get out of bed.
“Hey, that’s my line,” (Y/N) whispered. Peter was struggling for a moment, pulling his arm down harder. “Can you not get it?” Peter stayed silent, his movements stopping hesitantly. “It’s frozen, isn’t it?”
“…shut up.”
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... I just love OTPs, I can't help it.
OTP HEADCANONS: 2020 Edition
These will include the series of Red Queen, Dorothy Must Die, SGE, The Folk of The Air, and Nightmare Before Christmas(I'll throw in the Skellington kids, too, because I love them💙)
MAJOR TW FOR ALL THE EVENTS THAT OCCURED IN 2020, AND THAT INCLUDES QUARANTINE.
RED QUEEN:
At the news of a Pandemic, Mare and Cal are equally confused and scared, but at least they're not on the battlefield.
They hold up in Paradise Valley until the quarantine is lifted.
It starts off fine with them doing puzzles, hiking, and doing some exercises to pass the time. Then 3 weeks pass and both are bored; Mare's bored enough to drink coffee onto of the fridge and Cal's sitting in a chair upside down because fuck court etiquette, he's so bored.
Cal contemplates luring wolves with dinner scraps again.
They had a mini argument that meant nothing because Cal's hair got long and he wanted Mare to cut it, she but only offered to shave his stubble, not cut his hair.
They both get a lot of sleep, and have a lot of nightmares, which they comfort each other from.
They also really enjoy the silence.
Cal gets into poetry and Mare paints. Both are surprised at how good the other is at their new hobbies.
They talk. A lot. It begins awkwardly and ends with the two in each other's arms.
Cal becomes more of a punner, and Mare loves and hates it.
There's tall of getting a dog, but there's one problem: Paradise Valley doesn't have any shelters, and they'll be arrested or forced ro turn back hime, regardless of rank.
Mare grows taller... by 2 inches. She almost killed Cal for how much he laughed.
When they're allowed to go out, Mare often forgets to bring her mask.
Cal's good at remembering their masks.
Mare REFUSES to leave when she hears about the murder hornets.
Cal gets repellent to calm her down.
They also recover some Old Era TV Shows.
ENDLESS quotes from The Office, Friends, and many more shows.
Cal visits Maven's grave more. Mare comes with every now and then, but usually lets him go alone.
They don't usually argue, but those arguments never last.
They tried a bit of ability training, and greed that they should be careful when Mare summoned a bolt of lightning from the sky and Cal almost set fire to everything around them.
They read a lot, too, but Cal reads more than Mare because she falls asleep, usually on him.
DOROTHY MUST DIE:
Nox had no clue what a Pandemic was, or what the big deal was about going outside and not being near people, until Amy explained it.
First day of online school crashed and burned because Nox had NO IDEA what he was doing, which led to Amy 'accompanying' him in classes.
Amy puts her college plans on hold for a little while.
Nox is more emotional and neither of them know how to handle it.
They have more nightmares, since there's nothing to keep their minds busy, but Amy is more reserved about it. Nox prefers to write about what he dreams, anyway.
Nox stays up, from all the nightmares, but Amy sits with him to keep him company.
When Amy heard about the murder hornets, Nox held up a fly swatter and opened all the windows.
Amy does fine, but Nox dies from boredom, when they're done with school. And I don't mean he just sits and groans, he lies face down on the couch as Amy tries to get him up.
They spend A LOT of time in Nox's apartment, and it's literally spotless because Nox is THAT bored.
They binge a lot of TV shows, and Nox falls in love with shows like Peaky Blinders.
They tried watching Game of Thrones. It didn't go well; negative past experiences.
Nox figured out the plot twist to The Umbrella Academy WAY before Amy did.
They watched Heathers and Amy asked Nox what he'd do if she was dealing with trash friends and guys who don't take 'no' for an answer. The look on his face when he asked who it was reminded Amy of who he was before meeting her.
Nox finds YouTube and discovers the guy that makes knives out of anything and makes it his mission to copy each and every video, come Hell or high water.
Amy walked in on him doing this and genuinely wondered if he was okay, and asked if she could help him.
They also binged musicals. Nox isn't a huge music person, but he still loves them; Kansas has its own magic that he finds intriguing.
Amy once found Nox crouching ontop of the fridge while drinking a mug of coffee.
Madison stopped by and dropped off some rhinestones, lash glue, and a tool to apply the stones. Amy spent a lot of time putting the stones on her face while Nox watched, with Madison and Dustin also watching via Facetime, sitting backwards in a chair and wondering what her plan was, even making very Julien Solomita-esque comments, mixed with very 'I used to be a fighter and a spy' comments that made Amy, Madison, and Dustin laugh. Some if those comments:
"I know Glamora told you to lighten up, but I don't she'd expect this."
"If those were real diamonds, you wouldn't need any armor or a weapon. Just headbutt them, and you're good."
"Don't be upset, but it's the beginning of summer, so I don't think winter's coming any time soon."
"Whichever chandelier you made out with, I will find them, damn it."
After a little while, Amy asked if Nox wanted a rhinestone face. He agreed, but only as long as she took out all the red stones. He could handle pink, but no red.
It took them an hour to get the stones off.
Their hair gets long and they agree to cut each other's hair. Nox cuts her hair chin length and Amy tries to be as style his hair. They don't look the best, but they at least look good.
They absolutely watch Unus Annus, and start quoting that.
When they get the news they can go out wearing a mask, Nox got confused and got 3 different masks: a masquerade mask, a normal face mask, and a gas mask, which he wears all the time to annoy Amy.
They do stay in shape as much as possible, but there is evidence that they could have been more active, with their muscles shrinking and both having lost a little weight.
Nox NEVER drops his guard, and quarantine didn't help.
They tried dying their hair, but it didn't work as well as they'd hoped.
SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL:
Tedros worries about Agatha and everyone else, but Agatha keeps him in check.
Crime drops big time, so that's a plus for Tedros and Agatha.
They have more time to breathe, with everyone being inside and avoiding each other.
Tedros hates the quiet at first, but Agatha helps him adjust.
They spend a lot of time wandering the castle and answering whatever call there is, if any.
The SGE is out for a little while, so they don't hear too much from there.
Tedros, without normal king business to distract him, has more nightmares and starts losing sleep because he doesn't want to dream about what's happened to him and his friends.
Agatha has nightmares, too, but she's better at hiding it.
They do talk about it and agree to be more open with what's going on in their heads.
They also agree that they'll help each other through these times.
Tedros helps Agatha with swordplay and Agatha both gets him into reading more and tries to help him with his magic.
Whenever there's something they need outside, Agatha gets it because she's not that afraid of getting sick; she grew up eating frog and lizard soup.
Tedros worries about her, but doesn't really stop her because she's taller, and having fun trying to stop Agatha once she's committed to doing something.
Tedros finds a new hobby: origami.
Agatha doesn't join in, per se, she more watches because she's never seen Tedros be so patient with something.
They play around with each other's hair, as it grows longer. Agatha ties Tedros's hair back and Tedros braids her hair.
They write to Sophie or anyone else, like people who have some sort of report of a crime or complaint duch as infertile soil, so their penmanship improves.
Tedros grows a bit of a stubble and, after some prickly kiss attacks, Agatha threatens to shave it off herself, if he doesn't. It's all in good fun, but she sort of did mean it because his face and cheeks were really scratchy.
Tedros REFUSES to let Agatha go out alone, even when she's masked up.
When they go out, Tedros always carries a sword.
Picnics in the woods.
Star gazing at night.
Agatha starts wearing pants, as an experiment, and her "dresser"/dress designer is APPALLED.
There are times they argue, but they stay together and communicate because relationship goals.
THE CRUEL PRINCE:
At the news of a Pandemic/plague, Cardan ordered all the human servants to get as healthy as they could so they'd be able to go outside. He would accompany them, but they could not let Jude go out.
She's not happy, when she finds out
Cardan asks if she can avoid going to the human world, so she doesn't get sick.
She goes anyway and returns unscathed.
Cardan considers glamoring the human servants to keeep Jude healthy, but Jude almost pincushions him for it.
Anxious? Worried? Psh! Don't be silly. Cardan becomes somethimg if a paranoid maniac because he's scared of Jude getting sick and dying because he's Fae and she's Mortal, so she's more susceptible to illnesses and he doesn't know wnoufh about mortals to get her healthy agaun were she to get sick, but there's nothing wroung with him, really.
Whenever they're not ruling, Jude practices her swordplay while Cardan reads, major plus being that he reads full series to not worry about Jude so much.
Jude helps Cardan with sword fighting, using wooden practice swords not metal, and Cardan helps her try to get into reading, reading to her as she rests her head on his chest when she doesn't want to read read.
Cardan discovers manga and graphic novels and is too confused for Jude NOT to laugh; "He's in armor made if IRON. How is he able to fly!?" "I've seen a lot people different people, and none of them have made this face." "... So is Spiderman THIS one or THIS one?"
Sword practice usually ends with Cardan on the ground exhausted while Jude simply stands and chuckles for him to get up.
Cardan doesn't get beat smd scarred, he gets poked and minorly bruised, which he was not ready for because of how he was treated by Balekin.
One day, while Cardan was reading some Sherlock Holmes, Jude slipped hoop bracelets on and tied ribbons to his tail, at least as many as she could before she got caught; she only realized as such when his tail started flicking out of her reach and curling around her wrist, and saw Cardan grinning at her.
They do visit Taryn and Vivi still, but Cardan only wears a mask to remind Jude, who does not forget ever.
Cardan thinks about his 'friendship' Nicasia, Locke, and Valerian and semi-realizes that Valerian and Locke may have been using him while Nicasia was at least a little genuine.
They talk about Locke and equally wish that they had helped Taryn in killing Locke. If not, then they wish that they at least watched. They agreed that if time travel was real, Jude could help Trayn kill Locke and Cardan could watch, as long as he helped dispose of the body.
They laughed at that a couple minutes later.
THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS(Featuring the Skellington kids(I'd say Skull Kids, but I feel like Skull Kid(s) was taken)):
Jack knows what a Pandemic is; he lived through one while he was alive.
Sally knew it would happen because she knows one happens about every two hundred years/whenever a year ends in 20.
The triplets know what a plague is, but have never seen one actually happen.
When they explored the human world at night and noticed there were absolutely no humans in sight, Luna reminded her brothers that the humans were told to stay inside to prevent any spreading.
Jacob takes the opportunity to MAKE SURE people actually stay inside.
Pro: he got Instagram famous. Con: Jack and Sally were not happy at all with how reckless he was.
Let's say, for the sake of the story, Halloween had to be cancelled worldwide because regulation and a need for things to get better.
Upon hearing the news of Halloween getting cancelled, Jack was very salty about it; "Why cancel Halloween, if the 4th of July was still allowed to be celebrated?"
All of Halloween Town was very upset; the living are so fragile, it ruins the fun of scaring them.
The Mayor was in deep, DEEP distress, but Jack made it up to him, and the rest of the town, by saying next year's Halloween would be ine no one would ever forget, and it's not because he's 'borrowing' a holiday again, it's because they'll all have a year of scaring shenanigans built up inside them all that will make up for what was missed.
Everyone rejoiced and Jack, once he got back inside his house with his wife and children, sighed and mentally kicked himself for saying no one would forget next year's Halloween; there was one Halloween in particular he sure as hell isn't forgetting any time soon.
Daemon's carving more intricate pumpkins and plans on giving the humans mini-scares so they keep quarantining, hiding a 'surprise' for any entitled Karens he finds.
Luna is the most obedient of the triplets by staying in Halloween Town and instead studying what she calls a 'counter-plague' so there's no need for a Pandemic; she refuses to call it a vaccine because that would imply sje wants to help the humans that shot down and could have killed her dad. She still has a bone to pick.
Jack doesn't spiral out like in the movie, he has Sally to help and the triplets to keep his mind busy.
While Jacob and Daemon keep the humans from leaving their houses, Luna researches the current events and learns of murder hornets that are large, sting like all hell, and cause death to anyone unfortunate enough to get stung.
Jack gets very intrigued and they collect as many as they can and keep them in a jar, but take one out to study it.
They were not impressed; murder hornets? Jack has seen worse.
Since there wasn't a Halloween, Jack decided to walk through the streets, seeing as how Daemon and Jacob already did a lot of the scaring for him(thise little shits). He had to admit, it was nice to walk in the night and only hear the animal sounds and not screams.
Luna did not find a 'counter-plague,' even with Sally's help, but she did discover some poisons she could use against her brothers. Sally made her promise not to do so.
On the Halloween night where nothing happened, Jack took his family out to a picnic/star gazing session. Genuinely one of his favorite Halloweens to date.
HENRY STICKMIM COLLECTION:
Henry and Ellie knew it was going to happen and were more than surprised to also see Charles planning ahead by making a list for what they needed, even admitting he'd been following the news and rumors and stocking up on ADD medicine so he wouldn't have to go out to get them.
The other soldiers weren't worried until they were told to go home and take a break for a little bit.
Triple Threat wasn't really effected until day 24.
On day 1, they just hung out and were relatively calm, working online, doing workouts to stay fit, and just being as normal as possible.
On day 24, all three are more than a little bored. Henry's bored enough to andwer calls from telemarketers and prank them, Ellie's contemplating bleaching her hair with peroxide, and Charles is playing with fidget toys he's bough and collected over the years, though he's doing it more because he's a little stressed than bored.
Henry and Ellie are surprised to this this, but Charles admits he used to bite his nails a lot, but stopped after a LONG while.
Speaking of names, Ellie paints hers and the boys', though while Henry paints his in clear coat, Charles paints one hand black and the other in red, mint, and glittery pink on one nail because try stopping him.
It makes Ellie laugh and pisses off Henry so much.
Ellie gets calls from her family saying they want her to come home, or closer to home, because they're worried and she instead blocks their numbers.
They watch a lot of horror movies as a reason to stay inside.
When they get bored of American horror and try Japanese, Asian, and more western horror movies.
Instant regret.
They watched the movie Audition and Henry looked at a very unimpressed Charles, who said the antagonist was being sloppy, and hid all the kitchen knives, saws, and sharp and blunt objects, including tools(must've remembered Human Piece).
He stopped after a week of Charles being himself and literally shaking at Hannibal Lecter as they watched the Silence of The Lambs series.
All three open up more about their lives. It's ugly, there's yelling, conflicting life philosophies, and even some insults thrown. Henry admits that gotten screwed over by the law enough times while fending for himself to have as little faith in it as possible, Ellie admits she ran away from home and would rather die than go back because of how tight of a leash they kept her on, and Charles admits that while he has thought about quitting on the government and turning to a life of crime, he never did because that would have been to easy of a choice. Training for the military was and still is hard as hell, which Henry and Ellie can tell because Charles can physically do more than them(if they ran a mile, Henry and Ellie would be exhausted and Charles wouldn't even be out of breath), but he's never given up on it because he knew his parents would skin him, if they were still alive.
There were tears at the end, and the team all needing to be alone for a little bit, but they were back together and agreed to be a little more open with each other, since they were a team now.
#red queen#henry stickmin#school for good and evil#the cruel prince#the nightmare before christmas#dorothy must die#mare barrow#tiberias calore vii#cal cal calore#marecal#agatha of woods beyond#tedros of camelot#sge agatha#sge tedros#tagatha#jude duarte#cardan greenbriar#jurdan#amy gumm#nox#namy#henry stickmin collection#ellie rose#charles calvin#triple threat#jack skellington#sally#jack x sally
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★ needy ★ a Frieza story
This is based on a request I got from an Anon - “ Do you think you can do a Frieza X Reader where Frieza feels more comfortable about being around the reader so much that he gets a bit clingy towards the reader?“
This will be a multi-part series. Oh how I do love Lord Frieza ♡
TW - mentions of anxiety, kidnapping
“Yo!” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. You spin on your heel to find none other than the tall and hunky saiyan himself, Goku.
“Hi Goku! How are you?” You smiled sweetly at him. He’s been your friend for quite some time now and you’ve gotten used to having him around. His face always lights up when he sees you, as you have a way with people, in this case saiyans. Both him and Vegeta had a soft spot for you and they never really understood why. They eventually just gave in and would do whatever you asked of them, being completely wrapped around your finger.
“I’m great! You ready to do this?” He smirked, making a hmph noise before cracking his knuckles and furrowing his eyebrows downward showing that he meant business. You had invited him over today because you were moving into capsule Corp. He was in charge of moving all your big, heavy furniture. Bulma requested you move in a few months ago but after the whole ‘Beerus almost destroying the world’ thing you decided it might be a good idea to go ahead and finally move in. That way you would always be kept in the loop. You were Bulma’s best friend and you were always babysitting the boys anyways so why not just move in?
“Where do you want this?” Goku questioned holding your whole couch under one arm.
“Um, you can just put it in the loft! Thanks, Goku!” You replied with a kind smile causing his cheeks to turn rosy. You knew that he would do anything for you so you decided to return the favor by always being sweet to him. Everyone around here always called him an idiot and you didn’t feel that he was deserving of that.
He had moved everything into your apartment so quickly without even breaking a sweat. Goku walked back down the stairs dusting off his hands as if it was the easiest task the saiyan has ever had to do. You were so thankful to have him in your life.
“Gosh, thanks Goku. What would I do without you?” You reached up to ruffle his hair causing him to chuckle while he scratched the back of his neck.
“Don’t mention it! I’ll see you at dinner then?” He waved goodbye and took off using instant transmission. You were so excited to have a new place within Capsule Corp. Now if you needed Bulma, you could just walk down the hall instead of having to call her up. You sat on your couch and decided to get a nap in before dinner that evening.
Later that evening, everyone gathered for dinner on the rooftop of Capsule Corp. It was honestly quite cute to have everyone sit together like a big family. You sat with Lord Beerus and Whis to your right and Trunks and Goten to your left. Lord Beerus also took a liking to you, which you figured it couldn’t hurt to have a destroyer on your side. He took the time to actually learn your name which didn’t seem to be a regular occurrence with him and mortals. After dinner you were playing hide and seek with Trunks and Goten, they always outsmarted you by flying or fusing together. You told them that if you were going to play, flying or fusing was against the rules. They weren't too excited about this but they would go along with it because they were always happy to just be playing with you. You were their favorite.
After a tiresome game of hide and seek and finding the boys stuck in a tree you decided to head back to get some sleep. You yawned walking back inside Capsule Corp, that's when you ran into Bulma roaming the halls. She looked a teensy bit nervous and you felt the need to ask her what was wrong.
“Everything ok Bulms?” You approached her slowly placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down a bit without spooking her.
“Oh! Hey, Y/N. Y-Yeah, I’ll be okay.” Her words came off a bit on edge and you couldn’t help but think she was trying to withhold information.
“You sure? You don’t seem okay, you seem a bit anxious..”
“O-okay fine, you got me.” She shakily put her hands up in surrender and you finally let go of her shoulder to cross your arms together. You raised your brow curious to what she was going to say next. “Both Goku and Vegeta left. They went to train with Whis on Beerus' planet..” she paused. You felt as though there was something else she was leaving out. Your brow remained raised, unsure of where this was going. “….we have no way of staying in contact with them, I-I feel a little… unprotected I guess.” she shrugged as if saying it aloud sounded silly. Your eyes widened. A skip in your heart, earth’s greatest protectors - gone? What does this mean? Is there even a threat to earth? Is there going to be a threat? Your head spun a bit when you realized Bulma was still staring at you, she clearly needed comfort from her friend and not a freak out session.
“Come here Bulms, it’s going to be okay” you grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. “We still have Piccolo and Gohan with us. Oh! And the boys. We’ll be fine if anything happens we’ll just call up Tien and 18.” You unconfidently replied, breaking off the hug you held her shoulders in place so that she could see your trying sincere smile. Her anxiety seemed to knock down a few clicks as you helped calm her down.
“You’re right, It’s going to be okay.” She inhaled and exhaled loudly calming her nerves, “Thanks Y/N. Well, I guess I’ll try to get some sleep now. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to come get me, after all I’m only down the hall now!” She winked as she removed your hands from her shoulders and gave you a swift smile and wave before turning back down the hall towards her place. Finally, you can go back to your new apartment and relax. It had been a long day.
You unlocked the door to your apartment and your living room was pitch black, the only light was emitting from your loft porch. Humming to yourself you walk around your dark room looking for the light switch, it was your first night in your new place and you cursed yourself for not knowing the layout of the room before it had gotten dark. You shuffled around reaching both arms out to feel around the walls for the light switch. At this point you were becoming annoyed, “Ugh” you grunted out loud. You pause for a moment to take a breather and that's when you see them. A pair of what looked like glowing red eyes in the far corner of your living room, they were locked on you and looked like they were coming from behind a lamp that Goku had placed there earlier in the day. You hesitate to scream, figuring maybe it was just an outlet or maybe the boys playing a prank on you. They started to move as if whomever they belonged to began standing up at their full height. That's when you started shaking and you could feel your palms becoming clammy with fear. Whatever it was was charging a ball of energy, the color matching their terrifying eyes. Now would be a good time to scream you thought to yourself, but you were frozen like a deer in headlights.
Shit, shit, shit.
Finally, you let out a gut wrenching scream hoping Goku or Vegeta would barge in and save you from whoever let themselves in your apartment. The being disappears from in front of you, in a frenzy you panic and look around not sure where it went.
“Ah, ah, ah puny earthling.” The unknown creature was now behind you and clapped its large scaly hand over your mouth forcing no more noise out of you. “We don’t want the big bad monkey’s to know that I am here.” It tsked. You were stuck. Trying to calm your breathing you gave in, there was no way you could fight it off. Okay, what now? Still shaking you bring your arms down to your sides not realizing you grasped the hand that was placed tightly over your mouth. “Try that again and I will not hesitate to eliminate you right where you stand, under any normal circumstances you would already be dead at my hands, but unfortunately for the both of us,” a pause, almost as if it was annoyed to say the next part, “I need you to stay alive… for now.”
An understanding, you nodded your head in acceptance and it freed your mouth. All of a sudden the lights came on, blinding you. You covered your eyes trying to get the burn to go away when you finally opened them and saw it, well him? For a lizard man, he was oddly beautiful. He stood taller than you and had ivory skin with amethyst like crystal domes on his head, shoulders, and chest. His figure was rather slender but muscular. Flicking behind him was a long, ivory tail to match. It appeared to be made of pure muscle. He stood with one foot in front of the other showing off his three toed limbs. Wow. You had seen alien creatures before but never one quite like this.
“Okay, what do you need me to do?” you cleared your throat and pulled at your shirt, fixing your appearance unconsciously.
“Rather compliant aren’t we?” he questioned while letting his head hang low, twisting his mouth to form a menacing and twisted smirk. “I will spare you the mechanics of my grand plan,” He raised his head to look you in the eyes while he spoke, “I have been watching you for quite some time, human.” This caused you to raise your brow in curiosity. Why was he watching you? “The monkeys left, and you see.. That will just not do, will it?” he started playing with his nails as if this conversation was boring him.
You decided it was best for you not speak unless he asked you to and so he continued on.
“For now, you will be my hostage. My pawn, if you will. I need those infuriating baboons to come back to earth, I will not continue chasing them around the galaxy just to get my revenge.” He clutched his hand into a fist, anger seething through his teeth.
It finally clicked, standing only a few feet away was the ruthless and power hungry emperor, Lord Frieza. You swallowed your fear, not sure how you got here or why but you weren’t going to fight back in any way risking him to deem you no longer worthy to be in his presence. Goku and Vegeta have told you war stories about him. How did he come back? A single tear began rolling down your cheek causing you to sniffle quietly. Frieza must’ve noticed because he reached out and grabbed your face almost crushing your jaw with the action.
“Oh, do not grow worried little one. I will not hurt you…” a beat. “Today.” He chuckled evilly releasing your face. Great, you remembered Bulma telling you that there would be no contact with Goku or Vegeta. How long would you be Frieza’s prisoner? A panic sweeping over you, your head spinning and just like that your world went dark. You were knocked unconscious, Frieza had forced you to sleep.
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“Mom! Mom, wake up!”
Bulma wiped the sleep away from her eyes. She sat up, yawning not sure if what was happening was a dream or not. Finally, fully awake, her eyes focus on Trunks who is hovering over her in a panic.
“It’s Y/N! I heard her scream, I went to check on her and her door was cracked open and there was no sign of her!” The worry in his voice caused Bulma to jump out of bed.
“Trunks, I need you to go get Piccolo and the others. I am afraid something bad is happening.” Bulma tried her best to hide the worry in her voice.
Trunks left and Bulma started pacing her dark room, she had an itch of who might be involved. “Frieza.” she said to herself sternly, slamming her fist into her other hand. She thought to herself, how the hell am I going to get a hold of Goku and Vegeta?
#frieza#lord frieza#dragon ball#dbz#dbs#dbs vegeta#dbs goku#bulma#whis#beerus#fan fiction#frieza imagine#bryannawrites#needy#friezaneedyfic
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Do you have any hcs about Magnus+animals👀. I just love that he likes them. Sorry if this is dumb
ITS SO NOT DUMB!!!!! like first of all i love every ask i get and never not once felt that they were dumb and second of all this is actually one of my fave ever asks which is why it took me months on end to answer it. rip. i'm so sorry
anyway like not to have a shallow stereotypical fan take but he is so soft and precious. like the way he talks to/about animals is everything to me. magnus gushing over his snake? beautiful. incredible. outstanding. tears in my eyes, thundering applause. i love him
i almost wrote tears in my ass god help me
as a whole here's what i think
magnus is the kind of guy who loves any kind of animal (except maybe like mosquitoes) and considers them all baby in his head. however he is respectful of wildlife and stuff because he was also raised in javanese society in a time where humans interacted with wild animals way more than they do today, so he's not stupid
but just like there's no animal he doesn't like? he's not really a dog person but it's less that he doesn't like dogs and more that he knows a dog isn't the most suitable kind of pet for him. doesn't mean he can't be happy and pet one when he sees it tho
he totally has a soft spot for reptiles. like again THE WAY HE TALKED TO THAT SNAKE. i think magnus totally does the thing many marginalized ppl do where he just loves pets that are usually considered weird and that are sort of "outcasts" in that sense. so like he loves snakes, iguanas, chameleons and other animals like that, even tho his favorites will of course always be cats
at first magnus felt kind of weird/guilty (?) about his connection to cats because, you know, cat eyes, it felt like he liked cats because of his demonic side and it made him anxious to think that it might be just asmodeus' heritage because he doesn't want that. but over time it just became clear to him that cats are amazing animals and there is nothing bad, evil, abusive, or demonic about them or the way magnus feels about them
magnus is totally the kind of guy who doesn't have, like.... Official Pets but has a lot of unofficial ones. i know this is basically canon since we've seen how he basically has a bunch of street cats that come and go through the loft but it's still a detail i like a lot. like he doesn't want to Own Them and force them to be with him, he wants them to come and go as they please but he also wants them to have a home and shelter, you know? i love that cuz thatd be my ideal way of having pets (but cats are an invasive species where i live so i cant rlly do that, rip). he just sees them as like creatures with agency and wants them to be able to make their own choices
related to that, i think magnus' magic means the way he perceives animals is different. like he can't Speak To Animals or anything of the sort but animals have like... energy and auras just like humans and i think the fact that he can perceive that physically means he sees them as people a lot more than other humans do. that is probably enhanced by the cultural differences, since the strict division between animals and humans is a VERY modern western thing, but idk the details about javanese culture's views on that (and it would depend a lot on his religion and stuff like that anyway since javanese society, especially in jakarta, was so diverse)
anyway my point is that he perceives animals as beings with agency, feelings, wants, dreams, anguishes and etc more than most because he can kind of feel that energy and knows it's just the same as a human's. so it's weird for him to have a kind of domestication relationship where he keeps an animal in his home and dictates where they go (and when) and stuff like that. they are people to him
however he does have names for them all and he most definitely knows which are which and how are they doing. he doesn't really keep tabs exactly but he pays attention, you know? also if he happens to come by a rescued animal who cant live in the streets/wild for whatever reason, he most definitely will adopt them. it helped him a lot through the times when he felt loneliest (like after he broke up with camille and in twi)
this is gratuitous and not rlly a headcanon but you know that scene in tgp where eleanor has a whole ass lizard on her head? that is my absolute dream and therefore i just want to take a moment to imagine magnus with a lizard a real one, not lorenzo on top of his head or shoulder. bonus points if hes acting like it's the most normal thing in the world and whenever someone is like "magnus... there is a lizard... on your head" hes just like "i know right! his name is Coldskin Warmheart and he likes to be tall" and thinks it's the coolest thing even if it messes up his hair
lmao magnus and coldskin warmheart dressed up in like matching outfits or in such a way that the lizard is a part of his outfit. walk walk fashion baby
oh he absolutely loves to give animals the most outrageous names and the most outrageous names ONLY. again that's essentially canon but like all of his animals are either named puns or something completely corny and absurd like Mr Snugglyface. he never repeats a name and his friends are kind of impressed with how many awful names he keeps coming up with
not animals but magnus also loves plants! so much! and he definitely loves to prune and water them and talks to them ya know
magnus isn't much of a biology nerd the way he is with physics but he loves animal facts
ok i think thats all ive got rifnfid thanks for the question aaaa ❤️❤️
#sh#magnus bane#shadowhunters#ask#anonymous#if ur a book stan and want to 'correct' me because his relationship w pets is dif in the books: Dont#i know and i dont care. im talking abt show magnus#magnus and pets
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