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rainiishowers · 1 year

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Hello may I please ask for headcanons for poly demon bros reacting to mc’s friend saying this to them:

Friend 1: We need you to kill some demons

Friend 2: They made MC cry

Also, have this

A/N: Someone needs to check on the ideas guy at Reeses TW: Various types of torture and possibly ooc demonic brothers, not proofread ----

Lucifer

W h o ?

Is trying to keep calm inside but you can clearly tell he’s about to whoop some demons asses

When he finds them, he will be sure to give them a fright and hang them in the underground tomb so they become play toys for Cerberus

Honestly, what were those demons thinking? The brothers made it obvious that they loved this human and anyone who hurt or insult them probably won’t live another day

He’ll call MC to his room and if they are still noticeably sad (whether through the pact or their expression) he’ll offer words of comfort and whatever they feel comfortable with, whether that would be cuddling or watching some cheesy human movie

He just wants to see MC happy

If they are fine by then, he’ll still ask if they are okay and listen if it’s still bothering them

Lucifer will make some tea, give it to MC and send them back to their room

Perhaps he should check on Cerberus’ chew toys...

Mammon

Freaks the fuck out after hearing that his favourite human was probably hurt and crying

Is not having any demons shit when it comes to MC

First thing he does is asks for the demon’s descriptions and get his crows to keep and eye on them, while he goes to MC

He’ll spoil the shit out of them if they are still sad, be it with encouragement, jewels, money, affection, whatever they want

Mammon will ask in his own way if they are okay if they look fine, he needs to know just so they aren’t bottling shit up

After checking up on MC, he’ll play a little.. game with the demons

A game of cat and mouse

And well.. He isn’t the speediest of the brothers for nothing..

Leviathan

Mans is gonna probably waterboard these demons

How dare those idiots offend his Henry?!

I wouldn’t say his rage matched Satan’s rage but whoo boy was it up there

And that says a lot for a normally anxious as fuck otaku

Oh yea, when I said “probably waterboard these demons” I meant he commands Lotan to go search for them and does actually waterboard them

After he had calmed down enough, he goes to MC to check on them

Levi isn’t the best at comforting people, but if they are still visibly sad or even crying, he’ll start to rant about the various games he wants them to play, secretly hoping it’s enough to get their mind off those demons who hurt them

If they look okay, he will drag them to his room to play games and shyly ask if they are okay

Levi doesn’t want to put them on the spot but he just wants to make sure they are 100% okay

Satan

He’s literally the Avatar of Wrath, do you not expect him to go apeshit?

It’s more like a tea kettle filled with scorching hot water boiling over all over the floor

First thing he does is go to make sure MC is okay, they are his priority

If he stumbles across them still crying, he will muster up the collectiveness he had lost and goes to comfort them

If he sees them calm and not crying their eyes out, he leaves, trusting that they are okay but planning on checking in on them later

Much like Mammon, his way of.. torture is a cat and mouse game, just a lot more psychologically and physically damaging..

Once he finds these unfortunate demons and he’s tired of the game, he rips them apart.

He later goes to clean himself off and read a book with the human

Asmodeus

Oh they just royally screwed up

Of course, he is dearly worried for MC so he goes to check on them first

It doesn’t matter if they are crying or not, he is giving them a spa day and affection

Once Asmo is done drowning MC in attention, he finds the demons through Devilgram It just makes it so easy to~

He casually approaches them and without much issues, lures them into an alleyway and jabs them both with his poisonous tail

All that is heard is his laughter as they fall to the ground and slowly succumb to the venom

He happily walks away after a job well done and goes to MC again

The Twins

The both of them are dearly worried, so while Belphie suggests they go straight to murdering, Beel suggests they go check on MC

The younger agrees and they both go to make sure MC is alright

If they happen to bottling it up, they probably won’t get away with it for long with these two giving them puppy dog eyes

Other than that, they both give MC affection

Belphie lulls MC to sleep with peaceful dreams and while he was tempted to sleep as well, he was fueled with pure vengeance

And so, they both go out and fairly easily find them with the help of the friends who reported this at first

Beel stops them in an alley with his imposing appearance while Belphie seeps into their minds and gives them realistic torture nightmares

..Which soon become real as Beel crushes their limbs with ease

After that whole fiasco, the twins go back home after a job well done

#obey me shall we date #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! twins #obey me! mc #cw: torture #demonic brothers #request #not proofread

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animecinnamonroll99 · 2 months

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Octane x FEM! Reader part 17

So sorry about the long delay. Life kinda got in the way after a bout of writer's block. Should I start a tag list for those who are really invested in this?

A bit angsty but it resolves itself!

Masterlist

After about three hours of helping Ramya I headed back to the compound. The weather was nice and cool after the rain the night prior and I used it as an opportunity to think things over a little more clearly. Tavi has always been a man of action over words and seeing as he’s not the biggest fan of any emotion unless it's the joy from his adrenaline rushes, it could have been his way of telling me that things were over.

As I walked into the compound everyone’s attention fell onto me and it started to make me feel a little uncomfortable. “What’s up?” I hesitantly asked. There was a collective pause as everyone looked at each other and seemed to come to the same conclusion. After a few more moments of silence there was a general murmur of 'nothing' before everyone went back to what they were doing before I walked in. Giving my head a shake I head off to my room in the complex for a quick shower and a change of clothes.

As hours, days and several games passed, Tavi seemed to have been avoiding me as much as possible. When we're placed on the same team he only talked to me when he needed to and without any of his normal banter. The drastic change didn't go unnoticed by fans and media alike and they were all asking the same question, 'what happened to Apex's speediest couple.'

There happened to be a duo game today and I was hoping and praying that I got anyone, but Tavi. At this point I'd gladly trade him for Caustic if I could, or listen to Revenant talk about how many different ways he would kill me if I failed to help him win a game, but alas the odds weren't in my favor as the list of partners popped up.

Today's game also happened to be a charity game where everyone got to pay to pick a theme. Which just so happened to be 'beach day'. Walking over to my dresser I start digging through the bathing suits I have when a knock sounds at my door before it opens. I turn to come face to face with Loba in a striking red bikini and a matching sheer tied cover across her hips.

"Hello beautiful, I decided you need my help getting back at lover boy after what happened." She stated as she walked over and hip checked me away from the drawer I was previously digging through. "Me, I need to get back at Tavi? Are we sure this isn't to take your mind off your failing relationship with Valk?" I question as Loba pulls out bikinis and one piece alike shaking her head at each one before chucking it to a random corner. Instead of answering me she finishes going through the drawer and produces a pair of black side corset bikini bottoms with a scrunched but and a black bikini top with green fishnet on the cups and extra long strings that wrap around the torso. "Wear this with some strappy black sandals." Is all she says before exiting my room, still avoiding my questions.

Getting on the dropship half an hour later I'm greeted by wolf whistles from the majority of the male population. I just roll my eyes and head over to Fuse and Bloodhound. "Think you can run in those flip flops Walter?" I question, to which he replies with a full bellied laugh. "If I need ta run I'll ditch the shoes." He replies and Hound shakes their head in dismay. Giving them a once over I realized that they decided to sport a full body surf suit.

Drop ship reached its destination: 'King's Canyon'. The metallic female voice announced above us as a holographic map appeared in the center of the drop ship. My wrist gear lights up as my earpiece buzzes to life with Octane's voice "let's land over here." I glanced down to see that he decided on the Market. "Sure, just don't die too quick," I ok and walk towards one of the pads that'll lower for the jump.

Seconds later I'm soaring down to the building and taking notice of the 6 other teams that land nearby. Hitting the ground running I'm quick to grab the first gun I see. A Mozambique and a CAR thinking fast, I rush up the steps in front of me and into the room on my left. In the room I find a set of syringes and a shield battery. Walking in a bit further I spot a Sentinel which I'm quick to swap for the Mozambique. Just as I get ready to leave the room Tavi’s voice is in my ears again, "enemy trap here." A quick glance tells me it's right outside the corner of my room, just before the stairs. "Thanks." I say before the line goes dead.

Sighing I walk out the other door and right into an enemy. The guy is stalky at best with no real discernible features due to the strange mask he wore. "Enemy attacking." I just barely shout into my coms before the guy lifts me off the ground by my neck. I grapple around trying to get my hands on one of my guns while simultaneously trying to land a kick on the male so he'll drop me. A rapid succession of fire and the guy drops me and falls down to shield himself with the knock down.

Before I can register what happened I'm dragged back into the room I just left so I can regain my breath. I stand up just in time to see Tavi’s green trunks and bare back as he ducks out the door and back into the fights happening all around us. It's been months and he's still this cold to me? I don't think there's a chance to save any of this. I think to myself as I head back into the fray just in time to save him from getting a Mastiff shot to the back from Caustic.

After the fighting finished off in Market we quickly moved to rotate to Pit in a quick succession of fights and little to no talking. Taking cover in the building near Pit we take a moment to breathe as I look at the feed. "Four squads left." I inform Octane, only to be met yet again with silence. At this point I can't hold it anymore.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, causing Tavi to jolt and spin so he was facing me. "We have one little fucking fight and you just up and leave me. No explanation, no chances to make things right, nothing. You left me in the damn rain to find my own way back all because you couldn't take what I was saying. Pathetic for the man who chooses to risk his life for people's entertainment-" Octane held up his hands and started to try and speak up "-no you've had your chance to speak, to try and make things right. This is my time to speak and you're going to stand there and fucking listen-" my rant gets cut off by a siren and bombs. Needing to get the anger out in a more constructive way (and to hide my frustrated tears) I rushed out of the building and into the fray.

I open fire at Gibraltar, my vision red and blood list rushing through my veins, I failed to hear Octane's warning or notice Rampart approaching with Sheila at the ready. The next thing I knew everything was black.

Waking up I find myself in the medbay on the ship. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the pillow just as the door to the room opened. “Chica?” his familiar voice called out to me. I know that he knows I’m awake, but I honestly don’t feel like talking to him at the moment. “Go away Octavio.” I state as I turn onto my side facing away from the door. “Back to the first name, damn you must be really hurt.” in that sentence something inside me just snaps. Sitting up I turn and glare at the green haired devil “Hurt?” I questioned, “Hurt you say, I must be hurt?” I rhetorically asked again. “It’s not like my boyfriend had left me in a park absolutely confused as to if he broke up with me or not, all because he couldn’t stand what I was saying. Or could it be that AFTER all of that he gave me the cold shoulder for MONTHS with no reason, nothing, not even telling me if he just needed space for a while to sort things out. So, yeah, maybe just maybe I AM HURTING LIKE HELL.” I ranted. During the outburst I had unknowingly gotten up from the bed and stalked Tavi into a corner. Before either one of us could say something further, Ajay walked into the room. “I was just coming in to check up on (y/n), but since you’re here O we also need ta talk.” Ajay interjected into the tensed silence.

As Ajay talked to Tavi, she checked out my injuries that were having some difficulties healing after the match. I just tuned them out wondering if the woman wrapping my torso with clean dressings will still be talking to the guy I’m avoiding for me to run back to my room or take him away with her so, I didn’t have to continue the inevitable conversation pertaining to the current strain in whatever relationship we have. I was silently praying to Bloodhound's old gods all the while. Once Ajay was finished with me, she stated that I had to stay in medbay until we got back to the compound.

Once Ajay was gone I kept my eyes pointedly on my lap. “We really need to talk this out since you seem to be all in your head about it.” Before I could snap back Octane pushed forward not giving me an opportunity, “I know I stranded you there, but it was only momentarily. You were gone before I came back for you. Yes i didn't like what you were saying, was it the truth,” he shrugs noncommittally “maybe, I don't know for sure. Pops hasn't been answering any questions I ask about that night. When I got back to the compound everyone was telling me to give you space and that you'd come to me when you were ready. I wanted to apologize, completely out of character I know. I've been trying to figure out who I can trust and how much I can give back in return. What I learned is that I don't like fighting with you, nor do I like being able to talk to you or hold you. Do you think you could forgive me for my foolishness?” I decided to sit there and truly think over what Tavi said before replying, “I think it'll take more than just this and that we'll have to reestablish our trust in each other, eventually yes i think i can.”

#octane x reader #apex legends #octavio silva #love story #octane #gibraltar #ajay che #bloodhound #bathing suit

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metalheadmickey · 2 years

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Jessie Jessie Jessie Jessie what if Ian like. Finds Mickey's band shirts. Right. And Mickey totally has some super obscure band shirts that he found in the garbage in thrift stores and Ian is like I should listen to these my husband must like them and they're not Ian's style at ALL but he makes the effort, maybe throws on some eyeliner and flirts bc clearly his husband likes a darker edge and Mickey does Not Know how to tell Ian that he doesn't really like The Bloody Death Sabers he just thought the t shirt looked cool.

(also afterwards when Ian is relieved that Mickey doesn't like all these crazy metal bands he says something along the lines of "I mean Jesus who actually listens to insane clown posse" and mickey's like "uhhhh sure that's totally not a band I legitimately like")

Oooh okay interesting scenario!

I could absolutely picture teenage Mickey plucking clothes out of dumpsters if they seemed like they were in decent enough shape. That feels super plausible. The thing is, I fully headcanon him as liking all kinds of stuff, but specifically being a metalhead on top of everything else. He likes heavy shit! I'm not gonna touch juggalo mickey with a ten foot pole, that is just not something I could even begin to entertain, but the rest of it? Yeah he's got a couple obscure band tees, and when they're unpacking in the apartment Ian's like ooooh what's this. Interesting. And this is how he becomes more acquainted with Mickey's appreciation for the doomiest, sluuudgiest stoner metal, and the speediest thrash, and the silliest industrial shit. And he's like huh alright this isn't my favorite thing. But he knew Mickey was into that good good heavy shit and he listens to a couple of these bands out of curiosity and he feels like he's being crushed by the weight of the sound and is like OKAY. Well if he likes this then maybe I should lean into it a little. And he tries the eyeliner thing and Mickey has no idea what's happening, doesn't make the connection at all because why would he, Ian's making the effort but he's a little lost okay? One thing does not lead to the other. Enjoying getting fucked up while listening to Monolord and Electric Wizard and grooving in the car to Power Trip and being a fifteen year old in his bedroom jamming on his guitar to Rammstein does not mean he desires makeup on his husband. That said, he's weirdly into it. He'd seen Ian in makeup before but those circumstances were waaayyy different. This, though? This is actually pretty hot. Obviously he jumps on his dick.

Also, gonna introduce this idea real quick: remember Ian's Ozzy t shirt from season one? Mickey finds it. Similar situation, unpacking boxes in the apartment and he's like "whose is this?!" And Ian confirms it's his and Mickey is STUNNED. He's like oh man I liked ozzy when I was a kid too! And he makes Ian listen to the shit he appreciates more now as an adult, 70s-era Sabbath and modern-day Sabbath worship bands blaring in the rig while they make runs all the time now. Ian doesn't know how to tell him he liked one bad ozzy osbourne album from 2007 when he was a tiny bean and he bought the shirt to be edgy and cool and the super riffy heavy stuff is a little much for him.

#metalhead mickey my absolute beloved #in which jessie is projecting onto mickey again #only sort of though like i headcanon him as reeeally loving like suuuuper sludgy stuff that i can only fuck with in smallish doses #asks

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sphericaldice · 1 year

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Slow and Steady

Loosely Inspired by an ancient Pkm Kink Meme prompt:'Dawn/Barry, premature ejaculation and Barry being embarrassed/guilty because this time he wanted to finish last.'

Written during my JunHika fixation in January. This fic is a lemon.

Or read it on Ao3

“Oh did you..?” Hikari began, between hard breathes.

“Uh yea.” Jun answered the half asked question. The straw-blond teen then rolled over and swung his legs over the side of Hikari’s small bed. “I’m Sorry.” He added, in barely a whisper, and shrunk away from her, hanging his head. "I thought I could do this right but I was wrong. It’s okay if you uh. Don’t want to do anything with me ever again.”

Hikari sat up and met him, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend from behind, her bare breasts were pressed against his back.

“Jun,” She sighed the name lovingly , “I’d never want that, being with you is wonderful. Even if you are a bit…”

“Fast?” He finished the observation for her. It was less ignominious when he didn't have to hear her say it out loud. “I know. I feel really crummy about it. Thought third time would be the charm.” All his life Jun had always bragged about being “The Fastest Kid in Twinleaf Town”. The quickest eater, the speediest runner, the most efficient trainer, the nimblest bather . But things were different when it came to being with Hikari, making the girl he loved feel good. For once he wanted to finish last, and he just couldn't seem to pull it off. But maybe there was something he could do to at least make her finish at all.

“‘The Fastest in Twinleaf Town’” Hikari teased.

Jun couldn’t help but laugh along too, “That’s me" he sighed.

Hikari nuzzled his neck like a needy Glameow, tickling the boy’s skin with her messy, prussian blue hair that had come loose of it’s scrunchie. “You know, I still want you.” she hinted.

“Well if you’ll have me, there is something I’ve been wanting to try, something I saw in a video once.”

Hikari straightened up, intrigued. “A video?” She replied, raising an eyebrow, “Was it that crazy girl from Goldenrod? I don't know if I’m ready for any of that stuff-”

“Hikari.” Jun interrupted, looking the girl of his dreams straight in the eyes, “I want to eat your pussy.”

“Oh!” The girl exclaimed, almost falling off the bed. “A-Are you sure?”

“Oh definitely. Would you let me? I hear it feels dynomite.”

Hikari played with a lock of hair anxiously, before answering, “I’m open to it…Yes.” “Jackpot!” Jun exclaimed, “I won't let you down.”

“Oh Jun…” Hikari pulled her boyfriend close in a hug and allowed him to lay her down gently on her back. Her legs were bent and her hands rested on either side of her head in semi-fists.

Jun positioned himself between her legs and leaned over his beloved. He started with a kiss on the mouth, thyen one on the neck. He crept down to her slight breasts, planting a kiss on each of them before making his way to her stomach and finally her smooth thighs. He picked the left one, planting kiss after kiss, descending until-

“Wait!” Without warning Hikari clamped her knees together, squeezing Jun’s neck with her legs.

“Whoa, man, you’re gonna choke me!”

“Sorry, sorry” she appologised, “It’s just…Doesn't it smell?”

“It’s nothing too bad, I kinda like it.” The boy admitted.

“Okay, okay. Continue.”

Jun prepared to lick her neglected lower right thigh when Hikari yelled again.

“Wait!”

“Yea?”

“Is it…too hairy?” She asked bashfully.

“No, it’s beautiful.”

“Eek!” Hikari shrieked like a startled Cleffa. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“Just being honest. You want me to stop?”

“Ah, no. I’m nervous and a little embarrassed but so far it feels nice…” She confessed sheepishly, her cheeks flushed. “Please keep going.”

“As you wish, princess.”

He kissed her slit gently, then again. Hikari exhaled softly and closed her eyes. ‘I think she likes it’, Jun thought, ‘Maybe I should go faster.’ He darted his tongue in to her opening.

“Ow!” Yelped Hikari.

“Ow?”

“You’re doing good but you need to slow down, it’s pretty sensitive down there.”

“Slow and steady, huh.” He briefly imagined his great, lumbering Torterra, then shook the image away. Not exactly what he wanted to be thinking about while he did this, but the right idea was there. Slowly, gingerly, he began to lap at her opening before gradually inserting his eager tongue.

Hikari squealed and groaned as Jun performed, consumed with pleasure. “Jun…Jun…” She sounded like an angel to him, when she moaned his name. He ate her greedily, exploring her every fold with his mouth, taking his time, savouring her taste and her sweet song.

“Jun…” Hikari spoke pleadingly now, “I think…I’m about to…Eek!”

Once his girlfriend had finished, he sprung up and kissed her mouth excitedly. “Good girl” he moaned into her mouth.

“Oh wow,” Hikari laughed, after they’d separated, a string of fluid still between their lips “I sure taste weird.”

“Nah, it’s cool,” Jun chuckled, “You were so wonderful.”

Hikari threw her arms around him “No you!”

“I may not have been last this time, but I’d say The Fastest Kid in Twinleaf Town did pretty good at pleasing his girl”

“Yea,” replied Hikari, “And we didn’t wake my mom this time!”

#pokemon fanfiction #twinleafshipping #junhika #rival barry #trainer dawn #trainer hikari #rival jun #lemon #brilliant diamond #shining pearl #Pokemon Diamond And Pearl

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earthtooz · 7 months

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hi earth 👉👈 how are u hope u drink water and have a good day😌🫶

HELLO NOOS omfg i am so sorry i should have answered this earlier AHH SO NICE TO SEE YOU!!!

i am tired :,) so very tired :,) mentally and physically, but that's just me, how are you? i saw ur post about being sick :(( i hope you at least feel a little better by the time it's your birthday! + HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! i hope you have an amazing year spoiled with love and lots of abundance <33

you drink water too, and take care of yourself :(( wishing you the speediest recovery known to man 💪

#noosayog #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ moots: noos noos!!#earf's inbox hours ✌️

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worddocsandsoftsocks · 7 months

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From Oak to Steel

Happy cozy Sunday, friends. It's overcast and just a little chilly in my neck of the woods today, perfect weather for warm tea, soft socks, and a snippet or two from this story I have previously mentioned in my WIP post.

Warmth from the high noon sun gently kissed at his closed eyelids, enveloping the young man in a sense of calm. The wind blew softly, just enough to keep him cool but not enough to mess with his short, curly hair, dark as the shadows cast to the side from the great oak tree before him. He lay with his feet bare against the grass at the base of the tree, his flowy linen shirt and his sweet sun kissed face lazily facing the sky above. He opened his dark green eyes to look to the bright, blue sky flecked between the oak’s leafy branches. There was the sound of songbirds calling in the breezy sky accompanied by the soft huffs coming from the chestnut mare he had borrowed from the castle stables to help lull him to a state of ultimate relaxation. “Nothing could possibly take from this bliss”, he thought to himself, sighing contently, and closing his eyes once more. As he started to drift off into yet another uninterrupted, midafternoon nap, the sharp, nasally sound of “Xavier!” being called out brutally yanked the boy from his peace and quiet. Xavier turned his head toward the dreadful calling of his name to find the palace court courier, Devlin, waving frantically in his direction. “Oh, what now, Dev?” the boy mumbled under his breath as he sat up from his pleasant resting place in the soft grass. Xavier had worked with this obnoxious, nettlesome migraine for over two years now and somehow even after all this time, Devlin’s voice still gave him a painful ache in his neck and shoulders. “Hello, Devlin, what can I do for you?” He called out to the courier, trying his best not to sound completely bothered, though he most certainly was. “Come to bother me on my day off with something most unimportant, I’m certain?” Xavier chuckled to himself, ruffling his hair to release any loose blades of grass. “Oh, no, sir, certainly not, sir. I come bearing a message from the princess Jasminn herself, sir. She requests an audience with you back at Castle Darkpoint immediately and promised that I would be able to find you here, sir. She knows about all her subjects’ whereabouts, after all. So, I came as fast as I could on foot to find you, sir, and bring you back to Her Majesty, sir.” Devlin agitatedly continued to speak in the speediest of manners until Xavier finally held up a hand and made a gentle hushing sound with his lips. “Easy, Devlin, you’ll overwork your already excited heart, and we can’t have you dropping like a fly in my favorite napping spot. Did the princess say what it is she wanted to speak to me so urgently about?” Devlin began to open his mouth and Xavier raised a hand once more, “No, please don’t tell me, I’ll just figure it out on my own. Thank you for coming out here to find me, on foot no less. Why don’t you take the horse back as thanks for all of your hard work running out here by yourself and also so I won’t have to put the horse back myself. I will walk back to the castle – it isn’t all that far from this part of the countryside.” “Thank you, sir, I will take good care of the horse and make sure it finds a safe place back in the castle stables, sir.” “And stop calling me ‘sir’, Devlin! I just work in the stables!” Xavier yelled out to the courier who was finally riding off east toward the castle in the far distance, ending the headache interaction. Xavier sighed and laid his head back down for a moment. “What could the princess possibly want with me?” He whispered to himself, looking back up at the blue between the great oak’s branches.

#current wip #my writing #short story #female writers #fantasy writing #Spotify

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amethystpath-writes · 3 years

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You’re Not A Villain

“I didn’t expect to ever see you again,” Villain’s voice bounced off every wall, making it impossible to know where exactly he was.

Hero swallowed, daring a step further into what she often referred to in her own mind as ‘my lure to Hell.’ “You say that every time.”

The voice seemed to dash to the right, even as Villain emerged from a hole in the cave straight across from Hero. “Because it’s true every time.” This wasn’t the first week the hero had been making these little visits.

Why would Hero return to such a dingy place? One where a man appeared as a beast- a heathen sent from only the universe knew where- to her. Villain was burdened with cruel appearances, being seen- always- as the worst possible image the viewer could imagine. Hero always saw a demon-ish looking creature in Villain; it made him want to ask her what the story behind such hideous monsters was. Him asking her would probably only freak her out more, though.

“So, why are you here again? This is the second time just this week. And I won’t even mention how many times last week.” Villain lifted his hand, attempting to rake it through his hair. He met a pair of horns half-way through the task. Grunting, and dropping his hands uselessly to his sides, he continued. “You should be running for your life at a random sighting of me. Instead, you deliberately walk yourself into my dome of isolation. It’s hard to run away in a cave, you know?”

“I know,” Hero squeaked, “but I- I…”

She did this every time- strutted in like she was made purely of confidence. Hero posed with it as she entered the largest ‘room’ of the cave, but her posture always fell when Villain’s voice echoed around her, when she realized she would be trapped with her greatest nightmares.

Why, Villain had to question again. Why does she keep coming back? He was a horror, a creature which caused the most deeply rooted trembles and speediest beating hearts. There were enough times that he made his visitors pass out from fear. It took some getting used to- frightening people to their near deaths.

Villain was a man once- and he was one now…just not to everyone else.

When Villain was alone in his cave, he was the greatest version of himself- gloriously human. One with curly locks and straight teeth from those braces he wore back in junior high. One with the heaviest pocketed dimples and freckles on his nose. One who was average in height, but strong from all the lonely workouts. He was regular, normal, average…but it was better than anything he could ever wish for when his reality now was so…so cursed.

Hero flinched, undoubtedly seeing something new sprout from Villain as her nightmarish imagination ran untamed. The last time she visited the cave, Villain felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Wings. It had been leathery bat wings- like something from Hell. Villain would have liked to fly with those wings had they not disappeared as soon as Hero turned her back on him.

Now, however, Villain was presented with something different. “My horns are on fire?” he guessed, as his head had become warm, to which Hero confirmed with a fast nod. “Lovely. You might like to make me fire-proof in that mind of yours, then, yeah?”

“I don’t- I don’t know if I can.”

Heaving a sigh, Villain took a seat on a large rock on the ground- could it be considered a boulder if he were tall enough to sit on it without having to climb? “You’re afraid it would make me invincible? Afraid I’d attack you without pause?”

“No.”

But she was. Villain knew Hero was or else she would have cooperated the moment he asked.

“Give me lead feet if you’re that afraid. My scalp is burning.”

“You’re hard- hard to talk to,” Hero said. At least she was able to get a grip on herself enough that Villain’s head slowly began to cool off.

“And yet you keep returning.”

“Because I’m a hero.”

“I suppose that makes me a villain.”

Her response was to take the teeniest step forward. Villain could see her foot shaking even as it just barely left the ground.

He was the cause of that tremble, and many others.

He couldn’t help it, though, and that’s what killed him. Villain didn’t want to be like this. If he had any choice in the matter, he’d be as average as anyone- below average even- if only it meant being loved, cherished, and- and cared for. This…this demonic presence that he lived as around others…it was painful- not just physically, but mentally as well.

“You’re not a villain,” Hero said, inching forward another frightened step.

Villain sat nearly perched on his rock-boulder, watching with an inclined chin and squinted eyes. What was Hero doing? “If I weren’t, you wouldn’t be so scared, nor would anyone else be. I’m a monster.” His voice wasn’t broken- as much as he felt that trait on the inside. Villain trained himself long ago to remain numb on the outside, to encase himself in a shell that screamed ‘self-preserved.’

Hero said, “I’m showing you that you’re not a villain.”

She was getting closer. Oh. Oh, Villain didn’t like this. No one ever got this close to him- even if it were in as slow steps as Hero was taking now. This wasn’t- this- “What are you doing?” The numb Villain worked so hard to achieve was crumbling to pieces the closer Hero got. Was he…was he shaking? “Step back, Hero. This isn’t a game. I could- I could hurt you. You should run and you know it. You want to run. I’m- I’m scary and I’m a monster.”

“Who told you that?” Why was Hero’s voice gaining more courage whereas Villain’s might as well have been a holey rag in the rain above someone’s head?

This isn’t right. This isn’t right.

“Who told you that you were a monster, Villain?”

He squeezed his eyes shut. No. No, she shouldn’t be this close. I’m a monster. I’m a monster.

“Who?” Hero pressed again, and this time…she laid a hand on Villain’s shoulder- on Villain’s bare shoulder. Taking a deep breath, Hero told the man beneath her hand, “You’re no monster to me, Villain. You don’t have to be a monster to anyone.”

Ever-so-slowly, Villain’s eyes blinked open. The first thing he saw was the veiny arm extending out from Hero. She was still nervous, but…but- “You’re touching me.” His voice was an exasperated and disbelieving whisper. “You’re touching me,” Villain said again- this time with an astonished chuckle. “They said this would never happen. Said I’d be alone and starving- craving what I can never have.” His eyes met Hero’s. “Do I…do I still have horns?”

The question of ‘Who-dunnit’ no longer mattered. “No, Villain. The horns are gone.”

What happened in the next moment likely shocked them both, though Hero’s might have been in more fright than surprise…Villain pulled his saviour close, nose tucked into her neck, tears flowing freely down his cheek and onto Hero’s back.

See, Hero was still afraid- and she always would be. But the fear was worth it to make Villain human, to make him see that he wasn’t a monster, for it isn’t the skin of the man which makes him a beast, but the absence of morality. It is only when moral judgement is vacant that Man can be considered Animal.

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Part two here

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Arsenal’s player ratings for Arsenal vs Leicester City FAWSL Matchday 9 (4-0)

4 points clear at the top of the league is a massive way to be ending this week, after the glum results we were getting hit by. The team was more un-clinical than clinical today if we’re being honest, but Leicester did us a huge favour by keeping such a ridiculously high line throughout, they were basically saying “go ahead, attack the spaces behind our fullbacks with your speediest wingers” lol. Some big performances too which was nice to see.

Starting XI:

Lydia — 6/10. didn’t have a save to make all game, so it was good to see her get a feel for the grass again, but the important thing is that Manu finally got some rest after carrying the team on her back the last two games. Patsy — 6.5/10. pleasantly surprised to see her get a start (and Noelle getting rest), she did okay but she’s still raw so I can’t say I feel the most assured just yet. also likes to get forward aggressively, but doesn’t really do it in a measured way like Noelle does when she overlaps, and ends up caught out of position sometimes when the ball is lost, which is concerning. she got an entire 90 minutes under her belt though, so kudos to Jonas for that. Lotte — 6/10. good to see her back after an FA Cup final to forget, but still, giving the ball away too easily and too often. when is our defence going to get those sloppy mistakes out of their system? it’s good enough we aren’t being raided by a forward line like Barca’s or Chelsea’s, there is no reason to be making dangerous errors against a Leicester team that’s barely putting pressure on you. that CB situation is our glaring weak spot; Lotte is part of the future but even after Leah is back we need reinforcements in the next transfer window ASAP. Simone Boye — 6/10. i’ve said this before, but she is not convincing man. given that she’s a senior player with supposedly plenty of experience under her belt from Bayern and she’s a signing personally picked out by Jonas, i don’t see it. her ball control gave me mini-heart attacks at times and she isn’t an asset in terms of buildup because she doesn’t take risks with her passes into midfield or really know how to do anything except divert the ball to the sides. (and since the backline will inevitably be stuck with the most possession when playing against a congested low block aka most teams in the WSL, you can’t exactly be offering zero creativity as a CB when it comes to buildup play). edit: just re-watched the game, and she actually had a couple nice threaded passes to Parris so I was probably a little harsh on that buildup aspect. defensively still kinda suspect tho.

Katie — 6.5/10. meh, didn’t really affect the game but kept the left side pretty quiet for the time she was on so a rather ordinary, uneventful day at the office for her. someone needs to take her off free-kick duties though, what even was that mix-up with Jordan that they attempted? (after the red card.) Steph can take the leftie ones cause Katie’s set-pieces have been quite off for a little while now. Lia — 7.5/10. i thought all the midfielders had an awesome game today, and Lia was definitely taking advantage of Leicester’s set-up to spray long balls left and right. beautiful defence-splitting through balls and assured control of the midfield whenever the defenders looked a little shaky; great comeback from her performances in the last two matches. as the holding midfielder, I’m still divided between her and Frida, but if she can maintain the composure that she has in matches like today against good opponents as well, we should go with her. (especially since Frida displayed nice attacking prowess today)

Mana — 7.5/10. finally got her deserved minutes, and just like Lia, had a field day bopping passes in between and over Leicester’s high line, and especially came alive in the second half. robbed of a couple assists (looking at you Viv and Keets, lol) but still little moments of Mana Magic here and there as she turned defenders inside out and glided past them without breaking a sweat. although, she needs to get into more goal-scoring positions to offer more of a threat (she often plays too deep imo because she likes to receive the ball at her feet).

Jordan — 8/10. what a way to send a message, bravo Jordan. absolute standout player in the first half (have to say she faded a bit aside from the pinpoint assist in the second), and she completely made that midfield hers. every time she played a key pass or did something good i just chuckled to myself thinking how stupid it was making Jonas look for the way he disrespected her like that. hopefully that scene of her and Jonas having a shoulder hug is a sign of better things to come for Jords.

Beth — 6.5/10. had a quiet-ish game like Katie, but that was nothing unexpected, given how hard she’s worked over the past week and also was one of the few who put in a real shift like Manu did against Barca and Chelsea. just happy to see her withdrawn early so she can get some rest in those tired legs.

Viv — 7/10. was almost going to give her a 6.5 there because other than her goal (which was a tap-in from five yards out), the sheer amount of chances she fumbled today stood out more than anything. balls were served onto a plate for her (multiple chances from exactly the same positions), and she could’ve had a double hat-trick today if she was feeling like it. concerning if we’re looking at today’s game alone, but not so much in the grander picture of things because she probably just needs to kick on after barely getting any service / doing mostly ball-chasing for the past two games.

Keets — 8/10. i know Jordan got MOTM “officially”, but i just want to give it to Keets personally because she didn’t truly reap the rewards of the insane amount of work she got through today. this game was made for her; acres of space for her to run into, which she did tirelessly and never did she look like she was gearing down, even at the very end! would’ve been icing on the cake if she just managed to guide her shot on target after doing all the hard work to round the keeper at that very last chance. 50th WSL goal definitely not far away though. and the way she literally o-u-t-p-a-c-e-d that Leicester defender before she was toppled yet again in the second half was brilliant to watch. her speed is a major major asset, plus she has the stamina to keep the engine going full match.

Subs:

Steph — 7/10. great stuff from Steph today; one of the standouts of the subs and the lovely crosses she’s capable of delivering were showcased for everyone to see today. BUT! i hope this game was truly a prime example to Jonas of why exactly she and Katie should never play on the same flank together: they simply offer the same things. Steph does well and can get creative combinations going when she plays with a winger in front of her like Mana today (later in the second half) who can drift inwards and give her the space she needs to overlap along the touchline. when Steph and Katie play together they get in each other’s way and it’s just a congested stalemate on the left side because they tend to occupy the same spaces with their similar playing style and attributes (crossing).

Kim — 6.5/10. definitely injected some life and passing movement into the attack which was kind of tapering off until the triple subs were made. good that we got to rest her for the next game.

Viki — 5.5/10. re: the CB situation written about above. good to see her come back from injury after injury, but what was up with those misplaced passes gifted to the opponents right in the middle of the pitch? might sound harsh, but i still haven’t seen why she’s in this team (purely performance-wise, idk about her personality etc) and we probably have to move on from her if we can.

Frida — 7.5/10. the Norwegians and their headed goals this week! love to see it. the way she attacked those headers with venom, put ideas in my head that she could even be converted to a no. 9 one day and be a proper striker. nice bounce back from her too after two weak performances in a row.

Teyah — N/A. not on long enough but showed a glimpse of what’s in store with that sliding challenge she made right in front of Lydia at the very end. promising stuff.

sidenote: was Tobin there? even the pundits were wondering where on earth she was. i’d really love a concrete update on her injury situation and possible recovery timeline, it feels like we got her for the briefest of moments and she was snatched away from us. am also uber confused with the way NWSL and the player rights system works so i wonder how long we’re actually having her with us. hopefully for the entire season (and potentially more!); she hasn’t even gotten to play at the Emirates and all yet, which must defo be the ultimate Gooner experience for her.

Bonus:

Jonas Eidevall — 6.5/10. haven’t been impressed with him at all lately, but he did well with his selections today and pretty much all of them delivered too. can’t say anything on the tactics front, because even a child watching could immediately understand that all that was needed was to go long into the wide areas and you’re in on goal. i get why he didn’t rest Beth and Katie from the start, not wanting to leave it late then panic for the win and risk regretting it like Chelsea did, but surely Caitlin deserved some time today? not sure what’s up with that, given that she barely played much the past two games too.

Referee — 6/10. spot on with the red card and also the yellow cards dished out (why were the Leicester players unable to contain their tantrums and repeatedly kicking the ball away?). that was a red all day even if the shove on Keets didn’t have a lot in it (which it did anyway imo), if you send someone to the ground as the last player, out ya go. and sidetracking but now that i’m reminded we were playing against 10 players, 4-0 is quite underwhelming. double digits should have been hit easily, our finishing was poor. Overall: much more enjoyable watching this time for all of us, but it’s evident that fatigue and rustiness/off-pace tendencies are setting in. still, a professional job all in all that we didn’t look in doubt at securing that comfy top spot in the league, and we seem to be heading into a comfortable patch of fixtures until the end of the year. COYG

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Adoption (part 2)

A gift for @a-flower-lover! This wound up being more along the lines of vignettes... Little snapshots into Danny’s life after being adopted by Clockwork. I hope that’s ok! (PART 1)

Mr. Lancer had met Charles Worth before, albeit briefly. The man had fostered a number of Casper High students and with that responsibility came parent-teacher conferences. He had struck Mr. Lancer as being steady and reliable, if, perhaps, impersonal, despite his predilection for clocks and ominous announcements. A decent foster parent, if not... ideal.

Mr. Worth just didn't seem to connect with his fosters, although he certainly didn't neglect them. Then, too, were the persistent rumors that his home was haunted.

Alright. So, Mr. Lancer didn't think Charles Worth was really a children person. Oh, he was a good person! It took one to do well as a foster parent, but... yeah.

Which was why the scene in front of him surprised him so much. Not the who of it, but the what.

The who was Daniel Fenton and Charles Worth waiting outside the office. The what was smiling and having a conversation. True, Mr. Fenton's smile looked like it was pasted on over several layers of anxiety, but it was genuine.

"Mr. Worth, Mr. Fenton?" he said, tamping down his surprise. "Come on in."

"Hi," said Mr. Fenton, his voice hoarse.

Mr. Worth smiled and nodded, pushing him up with his cane.

But Mr. Fenton must have noticed the curious look Mr. Lancer was giving him. "I knew Cl- Uh. Mr. Worth before this." He winced and smiled widely to cover it up. "So, uh, make up work? Since I missed the past week?"

"Yes, well, circumstances being what they are," aka his parents trying to murder him in public, in broad daylight (and didn't that give Mr. Lancer a chill?), "your teachers have put together a few packets for you to look over this weekend. They should get you more or less up to speed with where your classes are. I'm also willing to stay after school, to help you with anything you've missed in my classes."

Jazz knocked on the door of the Worth house. She had been made aware, via various supernatural (she did not particularly appreciate writing suddenly appearing on her fogged-up bathroom mirror) and mundane (Danny did have her phone number) means, that the man known as Charles Worth was actually the ghost known as Clockwork.

How this had occurred was not entirely clear to her. She assumed ghost powers, specifically time travel, were involved somehow.

But, to be honest, that didn't really matter to her. It was secondary, less than.

What was important here was that she hadn't been legally allowed to see her little brother in over a month. To keep her parents from contacting him. To keep her from letting her parents near him. Because they were legally barred from seeing him.

Because they had tried to kill him.

Jazz planned on never seeing her parents again, as soon as she got all of her and Danny's things from their house.

But now that prohibition had been lifted, because Clockwork had forced through what had to be the speediest adoption in the history of adoptions, and Danny was now legally his son. In the eyes of both humans and ghosts. Which was... Well. Danny seemed to be excited about it, anyway. He'd looked up to Clockwork for a while, from what he told Jazz.

Internally, Jazz had more than a bit of trepidation. She didn't know what adoption meant to ghosts, didn't have any context for it. And ghosts, even the good ones, even Danny, tended to be... obsessive. Extreme. She wasn't sure how that would translate when it came to interpersonal relationships.

The door creaked open, ever so slowly, the squeak it made grating on her eardrums. At first, it appeared to have opened on its own, then a hand gripped the edge of the door, and Clockwork, in human guise, leaned out from behind it.

Jazz raised an eyebrow.

Clockwork raised one right back. "This house is haunted, you know," he said.

Okay, never mind. The only thing she had to worry about was the fact that her brother and his mentor both had terrible senses of humor.

"Hi, Jazz!"

Being used to having a half-ghost brother, Jazz only yelped a little bit at his unexpected appearance behind her. Then she sighed and ruffled his hair. He hugged her and then bounced over the lintel into the house.

"Come on! I want to show you my room! It's so cool!" His voice became fainter as he went farther into the house, until his last exclamation was an eerie whisper.

Jazz looked at Clockwork as she stepped inside. "Is he doing that on purpose?"

Clockwork smiled blandly. "I am very fond of the acoustics in this house."

She looked at her surroundings with a skeptical eye. "It seems... dark in here."

"We are ghosts," said Clockwork. "Daniel is very excited to show you his room, by the way."

"He's human, too, don't forget," said Jazz.

"I won't."

The house was creepy.

Really creepy.

This was coming from someone who had spent most of her life living under the same roof as two ghost-obsessed mad scientists.

But Danny seemed to enjoy it, and he was the one living here. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with the house. Or anything in the house. It was just... off.

Danny was half-ghost, however, so maybe this was something he needed. Perhaps not all of his peppiness could be attributed to being the heck away from his murderous former parents.

Even so. Jazz had a duty, both as a big sister and an aspiring psychologist.

"I already read it," said Clockwork, setting a cup of tea down in front of her.

"What?"

"The book you were about to give me. I've already read it. And a number of others. I am not the kind of person who goes into things unprepared."

Danny rolled into the kitchen on the ceiling. This was easy to ignore. After her life, an Exorcist reference made by her over-excited younger brother, was, well. Underwhelming.

(Okay, she was a little distracted, but only by his glee.)

"Well," she said. "That's good."

"I know this house is out of the way," said Clockwork, craning his neck to look up at his coworker, "but you are rather conspicuous."

"Hm. Am I?" asked Pandora, craning her neck down to look at her comparatively tiny colleague.

"Yes. At that size, humans with average eyesight will be able to see you from town."

Pandora looked out over the trees. "Interesting," she said, mildly. "Do you think the ghost hunters will come?"

"You've spoken to Daniel."

"Yes. He stopped by earlier today, on his way to visit Mattingly. Although, I suppose you knew that already."

"Indeed I did. May I ask, is it your intention to lure the ghost hunters here, fight them, defeat them, and then leave them just close enough to here to constitute a breach of their terms of bail and the restraining order against them?"

"I am not terribly well-versed in human law," said Pandora, "but, why, yes. That is exactly what I'm doing. Best to get it done while Daniel is visiting friends, isn't it?"

"Yes. If you had done this while he was here, I would be significantly more annoyed." Clockwork smiled the sanguine smile of a parental figure who would commit murder if their child was upset.

Pandora returned a matching grin, one that promised retribution against persons who had harmed said child in the past. "Please, Clockwork. You know me better than that. I wouldn't subject him to being in the presence of those fools."

"Good," said Clockwork, eyes glinting.

"Hey, Clockwork? Do you know why there were police cars driving down the- Oh. Hello?" He stopped at the sight of an unfamiliar woman sitting at the dinning room table, next to Clockwork. He blinked and tilted his head to the side. "Wait. Pandora?"

"Perceptive," said the superficially human olive-skinned woman. "You seemed so happy when you stopped by, earlier. I thought I would come check in on you."

"You didn't have to," said Danny, beaming.

"Pandora has been trying to convince me to set her up as one of my relatives," said Clockwork, rolling his eyes. "Would you care for a cup of tea, Daniel?"

"Umm," said Danny, dubiously. "I'll try one, I guess. Does that mean you'll be my aunt?"

Pandora smiled. "Why, yes, it does."

Clockwork groaned theatrically.

"Ah," said Mr. Lancer, at the next parent-teacher conference. "Are you Mr. Worth's wife?"

"No," said Pandora, grinning. "I'm his sister."

Mr. Lancer looked back and forth between the two very different-looking entities. "I... see."

"We're adopted," said Clockwork.

"Oh! Alright then. Now, about Daniel..."

It was a bit strange to see Danny with so much energy, Sam reflected. Strange, but good.

It just went to show how drained he had become over time, how much the constant ghost attacks and worry, all the lies and stress and impossible expectations had worn away at him over time. She hadn't seen her friend this happy since freshman year. If that.

On the other hand...

"Dude," said Tucker. "Your house is spooky. And this is coming from someone who's been inside a literal mad science lab."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Mad science labs are campy, not spooky. Besides, you knew coming in that this house was haunted." He draped himself over the back of the couch, rolling until he was 'sitting' upside-down. "Anyway, what kind of movie do you want to watch? We've got a bunch, because Clockwork apparently collects media from doomed timelines."

"He's got a hobby?" asked Sam.

"Yeah, three," said Danny. "Gardening- you should talk to him about that, by the way, I think he'd like it- baking, and alternate timeline movies. And some books, too, I think. He's got a huge library back in Long Now. I've read like. Two books from it."

Clockwork's voice floated in from the other room. "You've read significantly more than that, Daniel."

"I guess," said Danny, doubtfully. He flopped off the couch, picked himself up, and started prodding at a shelf of movies. "This is from a timeline where the Earth got beaned by a massive asteroid. It's, like, a romcom, but it was made when everyone knew the asteroid was coming. This one is, uh, this is actually a dramatization of real events, apparently, but their timeline split from ours in like the fifties, so the events are pretty wild." He waved the DVD at them. "It's surreal?"

"How'd they die?" asked Tucker.

"Wacky superscience. No, really. Irradiated the entire planet."

"How do you know?" asked Sam.

"Oh, Clockwork puts notes on the boxes. He thinks it's interesting. And there does seem to be some correlation between how cursed the movies are and how bad the timeline was. Which maybe shouldn't surprise me? I mean, if they were bad timelines..." He shrugged. "Oh, this is a CGI Lion King. I can tell you: very cursed. Absolutely soulless. And this is from a timeline where copyright laws weren't changed, so Mickey Mouse and a bunch of other stuff was in the public domain."

"Isn't that a good timeline?" joked Sam.

"You'd think so," agreed Danny. "But apartheid in South Africa apparently never stopped, and they got a nuclear bomb, and, well... World War Three."

"Is that like, a domino effect, or...?"

"I'm not sure... Anyway. Uh. Genre?" He clapped his hands together.

Tucker leaned forward. "I want the wildest version of the Matrix you have."

"Ooh, good choice. There are, like, six with Will Smith. I haven't watched them all yet, but I think the one where they've got another sequel and Zion is also a- Wait, I shouldn't spoil it."

"After that, can you see if there's a non-crappy version of Dracula?" asked Sam.

"Sure. I haven't seen one yet, but I will look."

"I have popcorn," said Clockwork, entering the room, "and various baked goods. No dairy."

"You're the best."

Clockwork selected a thick blanket from the chest, then teleported himself to the living room to drape it over the three teenagers passed out on the couch. Overall, he found pretending to be human oddly enjoyable, but it could be trying at times. Tedious. All the finicky little motions humans had to go through to do the simplest of things added up over the day.

So, Clockwork tended to ease off of them when no one was watching. It made life easier.

Heh. Life.

(He would say that Daniel's puns were rubbing off on him, but in truth Clockwork's sense of humor had been like that for, well. Eons.)

He put the kitchen in order with an absent wave of his hand, and double-checked the stove out of habit. It wasn't nearly as good as his actual oven, back in Long Now, but it was serviceable.

One of Daniel's friends mumbled in their sleep, and Clockwork looked in on them. Still peaceful. It was good for Daniel to have them here. Beneficial for both his human and ghost halves.

He hummed to himself and patted Daniel's head as he thought about their plans for the weekend. He had arranged for some truly aggravating evangelical missionaries to darken their doorstep. It would do Daniel good to inspire a touch of terror. In an entirely controlled and risk-free way, of course. No matter how unpleasant the people coming were, Clockwork had no intention of harming them, or suggesting anything of the sort.

But, well. They were ghosts. Being feared was soothing.

(Clockwork knew this wasn't what Jasmine meant when she suggested Clockwork engage in family bonding activities with Daniel. But what she didn't know...)

"I think my teeth are getting sharper," said Danny, pulling a face at the mirror. "Is that normal?" The last was shouted, to get Clockwork's attention. Intellectually, Danny knew he didn't need to do that, but a lifetime of habit was hard to shake.

"It is difficult to say what is normal for someone like you, but many ghosts do have fangs," said Clockwork. "Including myself."

"Hm," said Danny. "This isn't, like, a ghost puberty thing, is it? Because I already used up most of my evil puberty jokes."

"Oh, only most?" Clockwork slid behind him and started rubbing the tension out of his shoulders.

Danny shrugged. "Eh, give or take. But, seriously."

"No, it isn't a ghost puberty thing."

"Oh, good. Because dealing with one puberty is more than enough."

Clockwork was silent. Danny looked up and met troubled eyes in the mirror.

"Clockwork?"

"Daniel," started Clockwork, before giving Danny an uneasy smile. "Speaking of puberty..."

Danny blanched. "No."

"What?"

"No. Nope. Not doing the talk today, no sir. I got that at school."

"Daniel, as strange as Casper High may be at times, I highly doubt they taught you anything about immortality."

"What."

"It's why ghosts put so much forethought into relationships like this," explained Clockwork, careful not to look directly at Daniel's hiding place. "They might last forever. I certainly hope this one does."

"But I don't want to be a teenager forever!" wailed Danny. He had mastered the art of making his voice sound like it was coming from a completely different direction than it actually was.

Clockwork was older than human civilization and had been worshiped as a god by several civilizations. He did not wince at the heartbreak in his child's voice.

"Your shapeshifting abilities should come in after a few years," said Clockwork. "You'll be able to pass as older."

Daniel answered with a moan.

"I must confess, I'm not sure why you are so upset about this. I can see that you are, but could you explain why for me?"

"I don't knoooooowww..."

"I don't want everyone to die and leave me alone," admitted Danny, hunched over a carton of ice cream. "I don't want to see my- my people die." He sniffled.

"We don't have to stay in Amity Park if you don't want to," said Clockwork.

Danny shook his head. "No! That's worse," he said, hating how his voice tilted into a whine. "That's- I can't abandon them! I can't- can't miss their time. I just..." He let out a huff of air. "It's hard."

Clockwork wrapped an arm around Daniel's shoulders. "It may not help much," he said, "but people in Amity Park have a much higher chance of becoming ghosts. It's the ectoplasm in the air."

"Promise?" asked Danny.

"Promise. Although, who, exactly, becomes a ghost is outside of my control. All I can tell you is that the people here have a better chance."

Danny leaned against Clockwork. "Thanks," he mumbled. "Clockwork?"

"Yes?"

"You don't think I'm a freak, do you?"

"Of course not."

Mr. Lancer squinted down at Daniel Fenton's latest assignment with a mix of appreciation, disbelief, and shame. This was easily the best work he had ever received from Daniel. In fact, it rivaled papers he had received from Jasmine.

It made him wonder- How long had Daniel been suffering? What had Daniel been suffering? He was no expert when it came to abuse, but all teachers had some training, and he knew that abusers tended to escalate, starting with something relatively innocuous and ending with a travesty. For things to progress to attempted murder... What had it started as? When had it begun?

(Could Mr. Lancer have stopped it?)

(That question would haunt him more than any ghost.)

Well, there was a silver lining to this, Mr. Lancer supposed. He had rarely seen two people who got along as well as Daniel and Charles Worth. It was good, he thought, for the man to have someone in his life on a more permanent basis, rather than the revolving door of temporary foster children.

How rapidly the adoption went through was a little odd, but... Mr. Lancer shrugged. Undoubtedly, Mr. Worth had taken the time over his years as a foster parent to familiarize himself with the system, and with Daniel's former parents unfit to be anywhere near children...

He shrugged again and stamped Daniel's paper with an A+.

#danny phantom #gift #prize #winner #fic #phanfiction

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starstruckkittensweets · 3 years

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Hey Star! I have a random question for you. What sport do you think each of the main AOT characters would win the gold medal in at the Olympics?

Hi anon! This was so much fun to think about, and hopefully you enjoy my answers! But take them with a pinch of salt—I haven’t watched the Olympics since I was eight or nine years old (you can thank my beloved grandmother for that), so this took a bit of research! I’m not an expert on this stuff, but I hope these make sense! (And this includes both summer and winter sports, I just combined the two together!)

I can see Eren as someone who would compete in Judo, given his strength and history with close combat fighting. Also, I imagine Annie was the one who taught him, and she can be his personal trainer (and the girl who constantly kicks his ass lol). But don’t sell him short, he’s great at it!

Mikasa would probably go for weightlifting. I mean; have you seen those gorgeous Ackerman abs of hers?! And she’s always lifting things around and working out. She’d be perfect for it! Either that, or maybe boxing. I can see her getting all worked up in the ring and knocking opponents out one by one.

We all know Armin isn’t the most physical of the bunch, so it was hard to settle on a sport for him. But at the end of the day, I can see him as someone who works behind the scenes, as maybe a personal trainer for Eren or Mikasa. Maybe in his free time he would love to compete in swimming (our boy does love the ocean) but I’m not sure he would full-on compete in the Olympics with that. It’s ok Armin, we still love you!

Jean would probably be into a plethora of things. It’s hard to pinpoint one specific sport for him, but given his extensive combat experience and keen eye, I think he would go for the pentathlon sports. It takes a lot of strength and accuracy for those activities, so I think he would be perfect for them!

Connie is the speediest of the bunch, so he’d go for something centered around running or cycling. He’s the same case as Jean—it’s hard to put him down for one single sport. So I headcanon him to be interested in the triathlon sports. It gives him a variety of activities and a chance to show off his speed!

Sasha would definitely be into archery. A bit self explanatory if you know her character and her past haha! Her aim is awesome and she can be incredibly focused when she wants to be! I think she would excel in this sport!

Blame the fanart and fanfic, but I think Levi would be amazing at figure skating. He’s small but sturdy, able to move his body in such elegant ways. Watching him move on the ice would be such a treat to watch!

Leave the most dangerous sports to Hanji, our little thrill seeker. With that in mind, I’d say she would go for something like freestyle skiing, just to get that wild adrenaline rush. And of course, Levi would always be worried about her and warning her to be careful. (But can you imagine Moblit as her personal trainer on the side? The poor man would not stop fretting over her!) But does she ever listen to either Levi or Moblit? Of course not.

This might be personal bias, but I like to imagine Erwin as a professional equestrian in a Modern AU, so I’d like to think he’d compete in either dressage, jumping, or basic equestrian eventing. It takes a lot of leg work, sharp accuracy, and a great connection with your horse. But I think Erwin would pull it off. (And his white horse is so gorgeous. The real MVP of AoT is Erwin’s horse, I will not take criticism on this.)

I hope you enjoyed these little headcanons anon! And thanks for sending in an ask! This was a lot of fun to do! 😘❤️❤️❤️

#star answers #anon #random aot headcanons #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #connie springer #sasha blouse #levi ackerman #hanji zoe #erwin smith

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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Pizza Pals

This is based off of a request from @horriblehooter to have Harley and Killer Croc eating together. It sounds like a cute idea so I wanted to try it out.

“And that’s another reason why I love workin’ with ya, Croc! When I forget my baseball bat during a caper? You just waltz in’n threaten to eat the bank manager! Think the guy even peed himself a lil!” Harley rambled happily at a job well done while skipping through a damp, underground living quarters. It was dark and eerie, like a serial killers cavern. It didn’t stop Harley from humming a chipper and off key tune.

That was because the chamber was home to one Killer Croc, who was slowly stomping heavily behind Harley with his thick, scaly arms carrying dozens of duffel bags full of cash. The giant reptile dropped all of them onto the ground carelessly with a heavy thud then grunted contently. He scratched at his muscular stomach from under his dirty tanktop when it grumbled loudly.

“Should’a taken a bite outta the security guard. I’m starvin’,” Croc growled in his deep beastly voice.

“Yeah, but guys taste yucky! How do ya feel about pizza?” Harley asked as if Killer Croc wanting to eat people was as normal as someone talking about the weather.

Croc shrugged. “Pizza’s cool, I guess.”

“Yaaay! Pizza Party!!” Harley cheered which made Croc roll his eyes.

There wasn’t any good reception in Killer Croc’s lair, so the two decided to go order their food in-person. Croc’s presence alone was enough to ensure the speediest service money could buy. And money did actually buy the three dozen pizzas hastily cooked at Luigi’s Oven. After all, it was Harley’s favorite pizza joint in all of Gotham City. She couldn’t stand the idea of leaving such great chefs high and dry. Not if she wanted to keep being a frequent customer. Thankfully, they had quite a bit of spare change to satisfy Luigi and his crew, even if she had to remind Croc not to eat anyone while they were there.

They eventually returned to Croc’s lair and once again, Croc was left carrying every single pizza himself. Some may have gotten a little messed up during the trip back, but he didn’t mind. The reptile had an old couch in the middle of his compound which creaked under his enormously heavy frame. Harley just plopped her butt happily onto the couch next to her huge friend and practically started drooling when she saw so many pizza boxes just staring her in the face.

“Ooooohhhh so much Luigi’s, so little time...” Harley said like she was in a trance.

Killer Croc also licked his rows and rows of sharp fangs hungrily. Then he tore a box open and grabbed the entire extra large pizza. He folded the thing in half like a massive sandwich and shoved the whole thing right into his jaws. Harley whistled when she watched Croc sloppily chew on an entire pizza and giggled when his scaly cheeks bulged a little. Then, the reptile gulped heartily and sent that pizza rippling through his gullet. Croc smacked his chops contently and grabbed another pizza.

Harley was no slouch either. She cracked open her first box and greedily chomped into that extra cheesy, slightly messy slice of pizza with glee. She always loved that first warm, gooey bite of Luigi’s pizza. And even in a damp, underground cavern, today was no exception. Once that bite slid down her throat, she got to work scarfing the rest of it down and got to work chomping away on more slices.

Croc looked down to see his friend stuffing her face more than any human he’d ever known and grinned. It was just one of many reasons why he always enjoyed Harley Quinn’s company in ways few villains did. It helped that she wasn’t getting grossed out by seeing Croc wolf down entire pizzas all at once, just like he was in the middle of doing. Guess it was to be expected, she’d seen Killer Croc ravage a lot worse than pizza when on jobs together. When Croc swallowed that second pizza, his neck expanded when that incredibly thick glob of food big enough to satisfy a dozen people pushed down his throat and into his stomach with a slick ripple. Croc sighed and rubbed his stomach contently. Because he was so abnormally big, two entire pizzas barely put a dent on his gut.

But by the time Harley was done with her first pizza, her own stomach was looking a little bloated. She always wore a crop top under her leather costume, and that always showcased the extent her gorging impacted her constantly exposed midsection. With so many pizzas around her at once, she got a little overwhelmed and eagerly started tearing through her next Italian Pie. Harley was wolfing down one slice after another, taking impossibly big bites and swallowing sizable mouthfuls of pizza that her slender throat bobbed visibly with each gulp she took.

It was nothing compared to Killer Croc literally downing one entire pizza after another. He already had a little stack of empty pizza boxes forming near his side of the couch. And because he ate so many pizzas so quickly, it was starting to have an impact. Those rock hard scaly abs Killer Croc had were softening into a bit of a scaly beer belly the more Croc stuffed himself. He was eating so much that his scaly stomach was becoming visible from underneath his tanktop. But because Croc was a carnivorous reptile, he kept going without slowing down at all.

Harley kept eating too, even as her own belly grew larger and larger with every slice she horked down. She was getting so full that her belly was starting to gurgle loud enough that Croc could hear it. After swallowing another whole pizza, he slurped heavily and looked down at the bloated, petite young woman. “Gettin’ full there, Quinn?”

Her cheeks were bulging with pizza. She held up a finger and swallowed heavily, working a big mouthful down her slender throat and past her perky chest. She leaned back against the couch and rubbed her bulging stomach as it grumbled deeply. “Ungh, naw, just feels like I need to BUUUUUUUURRRRPPP!!!!”

Harley sat up suddenly when a large burp erupted from her unexpectedly. Not only that, but she literally burped out the word ‘burp’ itself.

Croc laughed. “Nice.”

Harley sighed with relief and pat her stomach before giggling. “Thanks! I can burp the alphabet too, if ya wanna see.” She sat up with concentration and subtly gulped down some air, which made her throat bob until she opened her mouth to push the air back up. “...AYY...b-BEEE......CEEEEE-URRRPP!! Gah...”

Croc laughed again when Harley burped out the first three letters. It was a gross but impressive stunt. Harley huffed then said, “What comes after C again?”

“D fer dumbass,” Croc replied.

Harley pouted then punched Croc’s arm, not wanting to admit it hurt her a lot more than it did him. “Jerk! I’ll have ya know I have a Ph-DEEEEEE!!!!”

At that unexpected belch, Croc laughed even harder while Harley smacked her lips and giggled herself.

She totally meant to do that.

The two continued stuffing their faces with pizza, steadily getting more and more bloated with every slice, or in Killer Croc’s case, every pizza pie. Harley ate an impressive amount of pizza in such a short outing, but her little pot belly wasn’t so little after a while. Even Croc’s own belly was getting so big that his shirt couldn’t even cover his scaly stomach anymore, now riding up around his belly button. And if Harley’s stomach was getting noisy, then Croc’s bloated gut was twice as loud the way it intensely churned and bubbled from so much greasy pizza eaten all at once. Like Harley, Killer Croc occasionally burped to ease some of the pressure in his gut; his being much louder than Harley’s, but with how much he was eating, it wasn’t doing a lot of good quieting his stomach down.

By the time they were done, both Harley and Croc were lazily slumped back against the couch, sporting enormously round bellies. Harley looked as if she were almost pregnant with how utterly full of pizza she was. And Killer Croc looked as if he had swallowed a giant medicine ball. Their bellies gurgled and churned intensely, Croc’s stomach far more so than Harley’s.

“Unnngh, m’so full...” Harley groaned wearily while she rubbed her achingly bloated belly all over.

Killer Croc let out a huge burp that echoed all throughout the underground then sighed as he patted his belly. “Guh, yer tellin’ me. I ain’t been this full since that job we did at Falcone’s construction site.”

Harley couldn’t help but let out a massive, incredibly unladylike burp of her own that didn’t come close to Croc’s, but would’ve easily won any contests against normal humans. She sighed with relief and patted her own round belly then hiccuped when the contents in her stomach sloshed from the pat. “Oooh, needed that,” Harley moaned then grinned lazily back at Croc with a nod. “I remember that one. Ya ate the foreman, didn’tcha?”

Croc belched deeply again and nodded. “Yup. He was a fat one too. Butterball took forever to digest properly.”

“Well, yer a growin’ lizard, ya need the calories!”

Killer Croc gave Harley a bored look then rolled his reptilian eyes. “Least ya ain’t callin’ me a gator.”

He reached down and fumbled with his belt, but it was a little hard with his enormously round belly getting in the way. But he eventually managed it and unbuckled the belt to his old pants. As soon as he did, his engorged stomach expanded even more which made Croc slump back and moan heavily.

“OoooooooOOOOooooh man, that’s better...” Killer Croc moaned in a near-daze.

“Smart thinkin’!” Harley said, fumbling with her own leather pants. She leaned back while her big belly stuck out even more, like a child fumbling to tie their shoelaces. It was actually funny to watch her struggle, making Killer Croc snicker a little childishly at her efforts. He was about to offer to help after a while, but she just barely managed to pull it off.

Like Croc, the second her belt and pants button were undone, her immensely bloated stomach expanded to fill the space, unzipping her pants in the process. Harley went cross-eyed and groaned blissfully when she spilled into the couch with dazed relief.

“Holy crap, that’s like Christmas and Hanukkah got busy’n had a Holiday Baby...”

Both villains eased with relief, weighed down by their bloated guts. And in unison, both Harley Quinn and Killer Croc threw their heads back and let out a pair of giant burps at the exact same time, with Croc’s easily dwarfing Harley’s and carrying on for even longer after hers ended. Then they sighed heartily.

“Oooohhh Mama Mia...if Red could see me now...” Harley moaned, slowly running her hands up and down her rounded belly. Croc raised a scaly brow and turned to his friend intrigued while massaging his own bloated belly lazily. Harley giggled wearily and explained. “She loves seein’ me get all super duper stuffed’n burpy, feeds me a bunch all the time. I don’t mind though. I love food and I love all the attention she gives my tummy.”

Croc snorted. “Kinky weirdos.”

“Hey! No kinkshamin’, ya big fat jerk!” Harley replied, punching Croc right in his belly, which, yet again, hurt like hell, since he ate so much that it felt like punching solid rock. But it was hard enough to make Croc burp loudly again in response.

Croc smacked his lips afterwards and shrugged. “So, how’re things goin’ fer you’n Ivy anyway?”

“They’ve been good! She’s always been a buncha fun t’hang out with, she’s got great taste in TV shows and she’s just so honest. Not like Mister Jay at all. What’cha see with Red is what’cha get,” Harley explained with a fondness in her voice.

Killer Croc grinned when he saw how content she seemed to be with her new girlfriend. He may have been a carnivorous reptilian monster, but when it came to his friends, he always wanted whatever was best for them; whatever made them genuinely happy.

Harley perked up and nudged Croc. “Ooh! How’ve things with blubber butt been goin’?”

Croc’s smile dropped instantly. “A; only I get to call her that. And B; they’re...they’re alright.” The giant scaly monster looked away almost timidly as he scratched his bulging gut. “Ain’t used to havin’ a girlfriend, but...she gets me.”

Harley beamed and hugged Croc’s arm. “Eeeeeey! That means we get to double date sometime!!”

Croc snorted. “Quinn, between you, me’n Orca, if we ever went to a restaurant, someone might literally die tryin’ to make all that food.”

“Maybe he was a jerk! And that way, you can eat him after fer dessert!”

Croc laughed and licked his lips. “I knew there was a reason we were friends...”

#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #killer croc #waylon jones #belly rub #stuffing #dc comics #burping

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lofty-immeasurable-sky · 3 years

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Dude, I am like so sick right now, and it's like 2:30 am in the goddam morning where I am, yet your art showing up brought some much joy to me even if it was just for a moment, their silliness, their ability to both have heartful confessions through angry outbursts, their hesitation and by God the dialogue is just so incredible. Kataras interruption is incredible, and I love how your invertidly added your own headcanons to your work. It works as an incredible ending to a wonderful story, and may I just say, for the first time, that your choice in backgrounds and how most of them are pictures you take, you have a real talent for this! I can't wait for what you bring in the future and how your progress. Its all so wonderful. 💞

BROO THANK YOU SO MUCH ASDKJALFH

I’m shook. Like, wow. I’m so grateful for your words. I’m just so, so touched that my art made you feel just a little bit better. However happy you are when you see my art frankly cannot compete with how happy your words make ME. I’m through the roof, man.

But thank you so much, again! I’m definitely learning with every piece I make 😂There’s just so much beauty around where I live that I feel like my own backgrounds wouldn’t do it justice! And I so appreciate what you said about the dialogue-- I try really hard to convey the emotions I want but to also make it believable and in character.

Anyway, GET BETTER SOON!! I wish you the speediest of recoveries!!! 💕😤💕 Have a wonderful day! (or night, depending, ahaha!)

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adammilligan · 3 years

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i ABSOLUTELY want to hear about the fantasy au!!!

OKAY! this is gonna be a ride so strap in. if it's incomprehensible and confusing then whatever let's do this anyway

so adam is from a town up in the far north, right. he lived there with kate until he was fourteen and kate (who worked as the town healer) passed away. kate was respected in the town because she was the best at her job but adam, as a bastard child, could never quite manage to win that same respect from the townspeople (and ofc it being a small town that same distrust generally gets passed down to children as well) so when his mom died adam was like yknow what? fuck it??? i'm leaving i'm out and if i'm gonna die of starvation sooner or later i'm at least gonna visit someplace beyond this icy wasteland for the first time in my life. so he takes what he knows about traveling through the snow and what little possessions he can carry with him and he just fucking. bails. if the town wants a healer they can do it themselves❤

so anyway he travels south and he damn near doesn't make it because he's fourteen and entirely unused to traveling because he's lived in the town his whole life and doesn't know what the fuck he's doing. but he's also stubborn as all fucking hell and doesn't let himself collapse until he starts seeing deciduous trees instead of coniferous and then he's like "wow. that's pretty" and just fucking faceplants. right in the grass.

so of course he doesn't die yet, right, he's found by somebody who drags his scrawny ass to some shelter and it turns out she's a sort of traveling healer??? and like...adam learned a lot from his mom but she was supposed to start REALLY teaching him when he was fifteen and obviously that didn't happen. so adam decides, since he has literally nowhere else to go and nothing else to live for basically, that he'll ask to be the woman's apprentice and (to his MAJOR fucking surprise) she accepts. so for the next six-ish years he basically spends time learning how to properly heal people and traveling along EVERYWHERE (he absolutely has a little summer fling with kristin in a seaside town. this is non-negotiable) and eventually all good things have to come to an end, right? so the woman isn't OLD old but she's certainly hitting an age and she decides that she's gonna settle down and just pass all her shit on to him and though he doesn't wanna leave the only person he's known for years he decides that he stills wants to Go Out and See Things and Help People and so they part ways.

meanwhile, in the world of royalty, there's a battle brewing because one kingdom just Will Not Fuck Off at the border between them and michael's acting as the prince regent right now because chuck is indisposed one way or another and he just sort of decides yknow what? fuck it? if these motherfuckers aren't going to leave then we're just gonna make them leave? and takes a party of knights down to the border to make them fuck off.

adam, who just so happened to be headed straight for the border, is not amused. but we'll get back to him in a moment.

anyway the fight starts, shit gets wild because there were more people down there than they thought, and michael's party is pretty much forced to in the midst of battle (like some "EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES" thing) but the PROBLEM is, michael gets hit and he gets hit BAD. like someone sliced him up and then a fleeing horse trampled him for good measure. the thing though is while michael's party was forced to flee, the opposing side was also forced to retreat because more of their numbers were taken out than he thought. so michael's essentially bleeding out on the forest floor, adam's been hiding up a tree this entire time because....what the FUCK just happened. and then he sees someone who's very obviously royalty just laying on the grass and decides to go up to him and poke him with a stick because if he's dead then HEY⁠—free stuff he can loot off his body to sell, right? give him a break he could always use the coin.

so, as it turns out, the dude's not dead! fan-fucking-tastic, right?

and adam TRIES to leave him behind. he really does. but then he thinks about how he would've died if the healer hadn't helped him and he thinks about what his mom would do and he bangs his head against a tree a couple times before finally turning around and performing the speediest emergency patch job on this man who might not even make it and all the while he's just like "don't wanna be here. people are gonna accuse me of murdering nobility. i have better things to do that be executed. cmon" and he's not even sure that the royal dude's gonna MAKE IT but he does his best anyway. he's using up supplies for this. royal dude better be fucking grateful.

once it finally seems like royal dude's not gonna die if adam moves him more than two inches, adam (veery slowly) drags him to a nearby cave system that he'd seen when he'd passed through the area before and decides to just look after him from there.

eventually, after adam has been looking after him for a While, royal dude wakes up. and he's Not Happy about it. so, naturally, he and adam get into an argument where he declares he's a prince and how dare adam lay his filthy hands on him yada yada yada and adam's like lol i'm not the one with the major fucking injury but alright. but also he's worried that michael's gonna kill him after he gets better but he doesn't want to leave him to die either and also he put too much work into this pretentious mf to just leave him now SO he might as well risk death.

and michael TRIES to do things independently at first. he REALLY does. he tries to the point where he keeps tearing his stitches and adam starts absolutely raising hell about it because his supplies are already wearing thin enough without angryfuck mcstubbornmeister fucking ruining them every chance he gets. and then he just fucking storms off for literally eight hours and michael's like "FINE. DIDN'T NEED HIM AROUND ANYWAY" but is also worried because he really can't move around all that much and he doesn't WANT to die and just as he's sort of accepting that he's been left adam storms back in with new supplies that he spent the last of his coin on and literally just starts raving about how if michael fucks these up too adam will LITERALLY smother him in his sleep. prince or not. and honestly adam's surprised michael didn't try to forcefully claw his way out of the cave but michael's just surprised that this commoner didn't just leave for good.

they both make an effort to get along a little better after that.

and then they actually get to talking and realize that they have more in common than they thought. which is odd, because they're also so different but they're similar in all the ways that matter and eventually they start trading stories while adam starts helping michael finally move around again and oftentimes the caves would echo with their laughter, so loudly would it reverberate around the stone walls. when michael is finally able to start walking (albeit REALLY stiffly) without assistance, he insists that he's going to go hunt because adam's been doing it for the both of them all this time and he hates just sitting around doing nothing. and when he ends up unable to catch anything because the pain flared up a bit too much, adam doesn't say a word, just flashes him a smile and shoots down a rabbit that they share without a word. and then adam lets him get water from the river instead, and somehow they end up laughing and soaking wet because they started a little splash fight even though adam starts fussing about the wounds afterwards.

but then the day comes; the day that michael can finally move around normally without too much strain, and at first neither of them acknowledge it. at first, they still sit by the riverbank and fish and tell each other whispered stories (whether fact or fiction) by the cooking fire, faces tanned from the heat and sitting a little too close than they'd like to mention. but michael brings it up one day, with hunched shoulders and a weary frown at the reminder, that he has a kingdom to rule. that his father was out of commission, and the longer he stayed hidden away the weaker the kingdom would seem, and adam sighs and concedes.

michael asks, a little hopeful, if adam would come with him. he could be appointed as the court physician, and he wouldn't ever have to worry about money or shelter or supplies ever again. but adam is used to small houses and worn paths and the ache of travel and the hard earth as his bed and his pillow, not downy mattresses and pampering. besides, constantly having to be in the presence of all those snobby nobles would be the absolute death of him, and he knows it.

so he says no, and very nearly changes his answer when michael's form deflates, the prince regent's face pulling into something downright sorrowful, and adam promises to accompany him to the border before they part ways.

they make it to the border, and it isn't even two moments of them awkwardly standing there shuffling their feet before adam thinks to hell with it and pulls the prince regent of one of the largest kingdoms in the land into a hug, except...they don't separate. they don't separate until adam pulls back, just enough to look michael in the eyes, before kissing him. it's soft and light and chaste, something that begins and brings with it the promise of never quite ending, even after they finally break apart, their foreheads gently meeting as they stare at each other.

michael asks if they'll ever meet again. adam doesn't know what to say, because life is tumultuous and messy and he might die before the year is at an end, so he only smiles. he smiles and he kisses michael once on the cheek and tells him that his kingdom is waiting for him, all while thinking (but never voicing) that it is his kingdom that needs him and michael has never been nor ever will be bound by the wants of a nameless travelling healer, and they finally unwind from each other and turn their separate ways, determined to not look back even as their minds scream for them to.

michael heads south, towards his kingdom, and adam heads west, always veering just the smallest bit north but never quite making it back to the town of his roots⁠—what holds him back, he's not sure yet. but there are people in need of help, and he'll be damned if he's going to let them suffer.

and so, it ends.

(until the unwritten sequel, where michael returns to his kingdom⁠—only to find it in utter shambles)

#ask and ye shall receive #this got really long sorry about that #if i ever was to write another multi-chap fic would yall be interested in something like this or would you let it flop #asks #thank you for asking!#midam #michael #adam milligan #story

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haknew · 3 years

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get to know me tag !

tagged by @woosohn (ty again june ! <3)

what day is your birthday?

one day i’m sure

what’s your favorite color?

not to be that person,,, but rose quartz, serenity, and lilac ! [official answer]

what’s your lucky number?

idk... tea bee hache

do you have any pets?

do house plants count ? ;//

how tall are you?

5′ 4 (i always forget this in cm sorry)

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

currently ... ? like 3 ???

favorite song?

oh i never have just one and it’s really about my mood :0 been playing thrill-ing a lot and other current releases so probably those at this moment in time

favorite movie?

can’t seem to pull up anything up from the dredges of my repressed memories of the time i used to watch movies but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... idk

what would be your ideal partner?

i did this on my other blog so i’ll try to give a real answer this time to this question ... mm i need someone with a lot of empathy and patience ! i’m definitely not the easiest person to deal with ever and i really hate being confrontational,,, so when there’s a problem, they have to be willing to talk through things with me and approach me first ;;;; think it’d be nice if they were strong in the points where i’m weaker ^^ to balance i suppose ... but who knows what’ll happen, funky question lol

do you want children?

lmao no

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

nooooo i’m boring that way <33

bath or shower?

shower !

what color socks are you wearing?

it’s summer so no sock season ~ but normally solid colors; gray, white, black ^^

favorite type of music?

i like a bunch of stuff but i’m a pop song person at heart :]] sometimes some r&b

how many pillows do you sleep with?

always at least two ! but rn at home i have 6 pillows haha

what position do you sleep in?

on my sides usually ;0 hugging a pillow sometimes

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping?

if it’s too hot, i can’t sleep ;;;; or when it’s too loud or too early in the morning to be woken up looool

what do you have for breakfast?

i’m never awake early enough for breakfast but during my 8ams i used to make a cup of instant coffee if that counts haha :]]

have you ever tried archery?

at science camp yeeeees ~

favorite fruit?

strawberries ! and watermelon ~~ mangoes too :p

favorite swear word?

i don’t really swear all that much so don’t really use any

do you have any scars?

i suppose, won’t elaborate tho

are you a good liar?

i’ve been told no i’m not but then again i lie often so

what’s your personality type?

choi soobin (he’s an isfp OKAY ?!?!)

what’s your favorite type of girl?

all of them of course u.u

innie or outie?

innie !

left or right-handed?

right-handed ^^

favorite food?

i really like pasta ! but there’s a canto tea cafe specialty rice dish that’s basically fried rice with tomato + beef that’s my all-time fav ^^

favorite foreign food?

hmm most everything i have is ‘foreign’ food ? that’s just my cultural cuisine stuff tho so maybe other eastern asian dishes too :0

are you clean or messy?

really depends on my mood ;;;; i like stuff to be clean ! but that’s easier said than done sometimes haha

most used phrase?

i use a lot of internet language so your typical acronyms ‘lol’, ‘lmao’, ‘like’, and then stuff like ‘so true’ etc. haha ahhh and of course ‘jfkdhgdkjfhgsk’

how long does it take for you to get ready?

this also depends on my mood, at speediest maybe 5 mins ! at longest maybe an hour ~ but only bc i’m staring at my phone or smth instead of actually getting ready

do you talk to yourself?

hhh yes and that’s bc it’s sometimes easier for me to vocalize thoughts than let them swirl in a confusing mess in my head, hard to sort through sometimes

do you sing to yourself?

yea ! choir kid things

are you a good singer?

hmm depends on ? your definition ... i have a good ear for pitch matching but that’s probably it ^^ (i have a small little byr cover on this blog too prob not that hard to find if people were curious but ://)

biggest fear?

[insert a long essay about ew gross feelings and insecurities no one asked for] idk bugs ?!? ig

are you a gossip?

depends on context ! i like being in the know but at the same time i don’t go out of my way looking for drama or any tea ;-; i keep to myself mostly !

do you like long or short hair?

on me, longer hair ! kinda a silly / unrelated remark but my old roomie said she thinks i would look nice with really long hair so i stopped trimming it even tho it’s summer ^^

favorite school subject?

haha probably bio and psych ! as i should certainly hope so as a bio major >.<

extrovert or introvert?

introvert !

what makes you nervous?

oh quite a few things hhh, social interactions do ;;;; i like talking to people but i tend to overthink just about everything so,,, i can easily misread neutral stimuli as negative haha... and going out and about now that the panoramendmic has crushed any and all my social skills / self confidence LOL

who was your first real crush?

haha he was in my honors english course and i think he and i argued about whether puppies are capable of real emotions jfksfjglds and during PE he’d run all the way across the gym to get our volleyball if we hit it out of the court ;;;; i ended up confessing the following year but uh .... things didn’t end well and it ended up following me all 4 years of high school lmao...

how many piercings do you have?

just the two ^^

how fast can you run?

at my peak i could run a mile in 8 minutes fdkjhgdfjg but nowadays running to my mailbox is difficult wtf.... listen i’ve been sitting stuck at home for almost two years now-

what color is your hair?

it’s a dark brown so dark it’s almost black around my roots but a lighter brown for the rest bc i dyed it ^^ i plan to redye it a reddish brown soon tho !

what color are your eyes?

dark brown as well ~

what makes you angry?

something jacob mentioned once i forget his exact wording but i have a lot of patience actually so rather than being angry it’s a bit more frustration, mostly at myself when smth i worked on really hard doesn’t work out, but also bc i constantly overthink and consider other people’s feelings it upsets me when other people are dismissive or plainly ignorant of the feelings of those around them... and also esp when people are unaware of how to deal with their own negative feelings so they take it out on others when they shouldn’t

do you like your own name?

not ? particularly ... tbh jess is not my full name but even so my name doesn’t really have any meaning of anything so it’s just :// a name i guess,,, i like it when people call me by name tho in the tags <333 lmao

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?

lmao no

what are your strengths?

this would never fly in a resume but ??? oh man wish i knew

what are your weaknesses?

the questions is what ISN’T

what’s the color of your bedspread?

white with blue ink drawings <333 it’s very pretty i like it a lot

color(s) of your room?

dark biege ! a lot of warm neutral tones with splashes of pastels here and there

tagging anyone who wants to do this again haha ^~^

#thank you so so much again june ! this was a lot of fun ^^#errr well i couldn't sleep anyway bc tbz has me running on kst when really #it's almost 4am here #but ! ty again for the tag feel free to read none of this <3 #didn't wanna leave it sitting in my drafts so i went ahead :]]#jess.text #tag games #not tbz #✨.moots #sorry for the personal posts btw i will go queue tbz things now lmao

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