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espinosaurusrexex · 1 year

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Bucky keeps you company when everyone forgets your birthday

a/n: Happy Birthday, Skye (@loving-barnes)! I know no one forgot your birthday, but I hope this will cheer you up a little anyway💗

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warnings: angst, fluff, a little sad at first, but there's a happy ending

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 | 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑠 | 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Are you... okay?” Bucky stepped into the kitchen, he hadn’t really expected to see anybody. But there you were... crying, and he had no idea how to handle the situation. Bucky was pretty new to the team, and hence, didn’t know everybody by name yet. He had seen you before - not like this, though.

You sniffed and wiped your sleeves over your cheeks. “Just a little sad. Don’t worry about me.”

“Oh, ok.” So he went on to make himself a cup of coffee, but you were still sitting at the counter, and the light hiccups from your end of the kitchen made him feel bad. Though when he was about to turn around and ask you if you wanted a coffee, too, you cut him off.

“It’s not a big deal or anything. I mean, we’ve only known each other for years. Years. I know all of their birthdays. But I can’t just assume they all know mine.” Your hand hit the table, and Bucky flinched. “Last year, they remembered, why aren’t they now?!”

You looked at him expectantly, but Bucky just stayed silent. He was kind of startled, and after he had been still for a while, you just shook your head. “Oh god, I’m sorry. This is not your fault, I’m just... why... sorry.”

“Uhm, no, I’m sorry.” He had decided that he didn’t need coffee anymore. So he set the mug down quickly and headed for his room. Before he left, however, he turned one last time. “Happy birthday.” And then he was off.

- ❁ -

Bucky was pacing. He wasn’t able to do any of the things he had planned to do today. The thought of you in that kitchen all alone on your birthday was bothering him a lot. He didn’t even know why, but somehow the empathy flowing back into his body ever since he was ‘normal’ again, overwhelmed him. He had to do something, right? You didn’t deserve to be alone on your birthday. Well, he didn’t know a lot about you to be fair, but there weren’t a lot of people that deserved to be alone on their birthday, and Bucky was sure you wouldn’t be among them.

So he quickly made his way to your room, but as he stood before the door and heard your crying inside, he halted. Maybe he was overstepping. Who was he to decide what would cheer you up? Maybe you wanted to be alone. But you were so sad - and it made him feel so uneasy.

The super soldier shook his head and raised his hand to knock anyway. And when you opened the door, eyes all red and puffy, he felt something sting in his chest.

“Oh, do you need something?”

“No... I was just-" Bucky treaded from one foot to the other. “I thought maybe... you’d want to go on a walk with me?” He shot you a crooked smile once he finally formed the question, and when he saw something shift on your face, the tension slowly fell from his body.

“I- uhm... yeah, I guess a walk sounds nice.” And even though you sounded and looked a little unsure, you told Bucky to wait for a second until you were ready. Bucky just spent the time outside your door with a tiny celebration - he was happy that he cheered you up a little.

- ❁ -

It wasn’t long before you and Bucky were walking through a park. The sun was shining and warmed your faces as the two of you walked in silence for a while. Bucky didn’t really mind, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that you wanted to talk a little, so he tried his best to start a conversation, but much to his dismay, he realized, he hadn’t done it in a while.

“So... what did you do on your last birthday?” He cringed as soon as the world left his lips, but it was too late now. You looked at him a little startled, but when he sent you an awkward smile, you returned it. And then you began talking.

You told him all about the fun things you and your friends or family did on previous birthdays, and Bucky could watch the light return to your eyes again. He liked listening to you. Your stories made him feel cozy, and his heart did this funny thing where it sped up a little and made him feel fuzzy inside. He hadn’t felt that in a long time. You even encouraged him to talk about his birthdays a little, and it wasn’t half as scary as he thought.

- ❁ -

By the time you were finished, you and he had rounded the same paths twice, and as Bucky watched the horizon and saw the sun setting beyond the trees, he began to lead you back to the compound.

He was a little nervous now that you were about to enter the compound again, but he tried his best to conceal it.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as you stood before the door to the common room, his hands wringing beneath him.

“So much better,” you beamed up at him, your hand placed on his arm, and it tingled from the touch. “Thank you so much for cheering me up, I know you probably had other plans today. This means a lot.” A little sadness crept into your smile at the thought of the morning again, but Bucky was sure it would subside soon.

“I’m glad,” he mumbled as he moved to open the door and lead you into the dark room with his hand on your back.

“Happy Birthdayyyyyy!!!” Suddenly, the lights turned on and revealed a crowd of your friends huddled beneath balloons and garlands, all screaming your name in unison.

Your hands covered your mouth as you looked at them and then Bucky in shock, tears springing to your eyes - happy ones this time. And then you were off to greet everyone, and Bucky stood with a proud smile - glad to see you happy again.

*Bonus:

“Thank you for doing this, pal.” Steve’s hand padded Bucky’s shoulder as they watched you mingle with the crowd. “I know you don’t know her very well, but you saved the surprise.”

“I didn’t mind it so much, she’s very nice - easy to talk to.” Bucky shrugged.

Steve just chuckled. “Yes, she is... and pretty,” he added, and Bucky followed his gaze to see you laughing with Maria and Natasha.

Your eyes met his through the crowd, and Bucky smiled as you sent him a small wave that made his heart stutter again. “Yes... yes, she is.”

I wrote this very quickly, so I'm sorry if there are some errors - I'll rework it this weekend. But I really wanted to get it finished in time. I hope your birthday turned out better than you expected, Skye. Just know that there are people thinking of you today, and that there's always time to make up for a bad day. Much love, Meg 💓

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lizzardthing · 6 months

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uhm uhh i started talking about this and then i thought about it too much so i’m writing a post now about dethklok members and their childhood trauma and what it means to me yeah ok sorry it’s long, tw for basically like everything i guess

I really like how aside from animals and forces of evil and stuff each of the boys represent a very specific kind of childhood trauma that makes fucked up adults. And it’s not super explicit in the show but yeah we get into it.

First of all, Pickles is smart. And his entire problem is he’s too damn smart for his surroundings. He’s not book smart or school smart. His family has this plan lined up for him- you go to school, you get a job, you get married etc because that’s what NORMAL people do. But he’s not normal and that makes him not good enough. He’s not an addict because he’s stupid, he’s an addict because the kind of intelligence he has isn’t valued by his family or community, he’s a middle class midwestern average looking guy. He’s supposed to follow a set of rules. Being able to play basically any instrument? That’s not a VALUABLE skill. So he drinks. Cause that’s what you do in suburban hell, when there’s nothing left to do. And in Dethklok, the reason he finds true family is because they’re the ones that tell him in their stupid way, fuck that! We think you’re fucking smart! It doesn’t matter if you’re not good enough for those normie douchebags. You’re good enough for US. Fuck those assholes. You are valuable. I think Pickles represents people that were really devalued their whole lives because they were in the wrong place, with narrow-minded people. If you’re in his shoes, you need to remember, you do have value. You just need to find the family that sees that in you. You aren’t nothing. You matter.

Toki obviously has a lot of religious trauma, but also isolation. He’s made to believe from the beginning, it’s your job to serve. You will NEVER be important. You’re a worker. You lift heavy stuff. You organize. You pray. You lay down and take it because it’s what you deserve. You aren’t god, so you don’t deserve love. You should be seen and not heard. You should be invisible. And he’s so desperate to escape it that he never really gets to be a kid. He’s just a workhorse, and being childish or having fun is something that he can only do in secret, ashamed, his personality just stuffed down as small as possible. And when he finds Dethklok, this family that bullies him, yeah, but they LAUGH while they’re doing it, and they call him lazy, but yeah, they’re lazy too, he just. Wants to be a kid again. And then after he’s kidnapped he fully regresses because that experience fully threw him back in the hole he crawled out of, unexpectedly, back to the place where he feels he should be punished just for existing. He’s a good representation of how exhausting it is to be forced to be an adult before you’re ready. How much people don’t realize they should value their freedom to just PLAY and be SILLY, because not every kid does.

Skwisgaar has a couple things going on. He doesn’t have a dad, but that’s not really the issue. He thinks it is, but really, it’s more like he’s never experienced that people can care about each other without sex being involved. That’s why sex means nothing to him. He’s an endless void of sexual dissatisfaction, because he can’t actually connect with anyone he bangs. It’s just like playing his imagined frets- just energy he needs to get out, one way or another, anxiety and anger that needs any kind of release. Skwisgaar just loves music and being able to play whatever he wants, but also, I think Dethklok are the only people he can really care about, because they’re the only people he would absolutely NEVER have sex with. He’s forced to actually value them as people. He has no choice but to connect with them. He’s pretty narcissistic too, even more than the other members, and I think a lot of that comes from not being given enough attention as a kid. He has to put himself first because even his own mom was never going to. It wouldn’t really fit with the show, but I think Skwis is a good representation of people with sexual trauma, especially people who’s trauma makes them hyper sexual instead of the reverse. And Dethklok is a good family for him because they really don’t care how much he fucks, as long as he can play. His sexual prowess has zero value to them.

Nathan’s kind of fascinating because his trauma is just. One really messed up thing that he saw happen. That’s it. But that’s REAL, like it happens to a lot of people. You just experience one thing that was really horrible and it messed you up for life. You watch one accident or one train crash and it fills your mind so much, replaying over and over, it totally consumes you. He also has visions, which I think is a good metaphor for OCD or other disorders that mostly manifest internally. I think Nathan represents everyone that’s gotten sucked into darker stuff without really understanding why. Or people who are just born with depression or anxiety and there’s no “reason” behind it. And Dethklok LOVES that darkness in him. He’s the king, baby. He releases all that darkness into his lyrics, and because he has that release, in his regular day he’s able to be somewhat normal. He has an outlet that’s actually pretty healthy.

Murderface has my favorite backstory of all the boys, because his trauma is poverty. He lives in a trailer park in New Jersey with his grandparents (great-aunt-and-uncle? i don’t remember but it doesn’t matter.) He says that his big traumatizing event was his parents murder-suicide, but that’s not really what messed him up, he was an infant. He’s messed up because of how his life played out after that, totally out of his control. He had to with his geriatric family that completely didn’t want him. He was bullied in school because his grandma didn’t do laundry. He was gross and rude, because no one taught him proper hygiene or how to talk to people. He was a little shit because everyone treated him like shit. He never had a chance. He isolated himself because it’s easier to be alone, when you’re pretending that you chose to be alone. And he’s the best in regards to his found family arc, because he hates himself so much he fully didn’t realize until the very end of the story, that’s WHY Dethklok loves him. He sucks! He’s negative and bitchy and they need that! He has a home with them. They value his grossness, his whinyness, his bad attitude, how much he just hates everything. He’s such an annoying asshole that it’s actually really nice. He has a perspective that none of them have. He SUCKS. No one else in the world sucks the way he does.

Anyway. I just. Really like them. I really like that they’re all fucking messed up weirdos that found each other and love each other only the way that people who really can’t stand each other do.

#metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface #mtl

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harrywavycurly · 3 months

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Your post about the brother gc made my mind wonder about having all the Eddie’s in a gc that you could text and ask about boy problems 😂

Hiii lovey!! Idk why instead of a group chat my mind went “what if there was a 1-800 number for you to call for advice from the Eddies??”🙈 it would be like this:

“Thank you for calling the Life Advice Network this is Steve speaking how may I help you?” “Uhm…I just need to know if the guy I’m interested in is…also interested in me…” “Ah got it let me transfer you to Husband Eddie he is our go too guy when it comes to deciphering men’s intentions..one moment.” “Hi this is Husband Eddie Munson how can I be of service to you today?” “Hey Eddie uhm…the guy I’m interested in is kinda being weird lately and I’m not sure if-” “Describe weird.” “Oh uh he ended our text conversation by just saying later…when normally he says like bye gorgeous or something along those lines.” “Later? He said later as a form of goodbye?” “Yes…why did you just sigh? Is that…is that not a good sign?” “I’m gonna be honest with you sweetheart I think he’s no longer interested….have you hung out with him recently?” “Not this week he’s been really busy…” “right…yeah…I would just move on before you really get your feelings hurt.” “Okay…thanks Eddie.” “Anytime…oh you’re gonna be asked how this call was and if you don’t mind leaving me a good review that would be great but if not it’s fine…enjoy the rest of your day and don’t let this get you down there’s plenty of other dudes out there.” “Thank you I appreciate that.”

“You’ve reached the one and only Bestfriend Eddie how can I help you?” “Hey is it weird if your guy friend all of a sudden starts holding your hand and opening doors for you?” “Holding your hand? Dudes only hold hands with someone they like….unless you need help and our hand will make it to where you won’t like die or something but yeah that’s fucking weird.” “You think he likes me?” “I wouldn’t want you to assume he has feelings for you just because he’s holding your hand and opening doors but if he starts offering you rides everywhere and buying you shit then yeah he probably has feelings.” “He’s bought me lunch three times this week…” “oh yeah then he’s for sure got some feelings brewing and I’d say just ask him straight up if he’s into you or not.” “Really? That won’t freak him out?” “Only one way to find out…” “if he laughs at me I’m calling back and telling you how horrible you are at giving advice.” “Trust me you’ll only be calling back to tell me I was right.” “Whatever…that’s for the advice.” “Anytime.”

“Hello this is Vampire Eddie-” “did you just say Vampire?” “Yes…you got transferred to me because you’re having issues accepting the kind of respect and love you deserve is that right?” “I just don’t think I need to be treated this-” “You deserve to be treated as if you hung the moon and all the stars because to your significant other that’s exactly what you did for them.” “Oh…really?” “Yes…I know it’s hard to feel as though you deserve to be treated like a queen because for the most part you’ve let yourself get used to the subpar treatment from men because that’s all you thought you could get therefore making you think that’s also what you deserve but it’s not.” “Oh wow…okay so it’s not weird that he always wants to be around and is just…super nice and attentive?” “Weird? No it’s not weird…it’s how every man who wants to pursue you should be acting.” “He brought me flowers the other day because they reminded him of me with how pretty they are…” “and how did that make you feel?” “Like he’s too good for me…but I also really liked it.” “He’s not too good for you get that notion out of your head he’s just a gentlemen and you’re used to pardon my langue but you’re used to fuck boys.” “I guess that’s true…so I should keep him around then?” “If he makes you happy then yes.” “Okay…thank you Vampire Eddie this has been really interesting.” “You’re welcome…I’m here if you need me but I think you’ve got it figured out now.” “Have a good day.” “You as well.”

#1-800 Eddieverse #vampire!eddie munson #husband!eddie #bestfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson au #the life advice network #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader

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denaphoenix · 4 months

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Hazbin Hotel - the first two episodes, but only how it made me feel about the characters without spoiling any plot.

Angel - I’m still in love with Angel. He’s a living, breathing closed door, layers upon layers of not himself while also seemingly having no filter - and the subtlety of letting little tiny glimpses of what’s underneath show is awesome.

Vaggie - Vaggie is amazing. She’s got so much heart and cynicism, and it’s more well-balanced than I’ve ever seen it in fanfiction. Especially digging her vibes with Angel because she’s not really antagonising him, and I’ve got a feeling that underneath it all, she’s digging him just because he says the things she’s sometimes thinking, and then she doesn’t have to say it, and can instead tease Angel for having said it, because all in all she knows that whatever’s being said will fall on deaf ears anyways. (all of that mostly being conveyed in vibes) Also, who wouldn’t revel in annoying Angel Dust? He’s annoying after all!

Charlie - Still Charlie. I don’t think she’s entirely getting it. Any of the it. Another super layered performance that gives off major toxic positivity mixed in with the non-toxic normal positivity. I feel like she might be getting there, but not before something blows up in her face worse than it’s already blowing up in her face. I just really want to take her aside and slap her - in a good way. She’s just darling.

Alastor - literally screaming. He’s delicious. He’s just - a presence. Personified chaos, and just barely scraping that uncanny every second he’s there. Love how he just ignores everything he’s not interested in addressing, and seems to genuinely be standing above everything. Unphased, and easily agreeing when presented with arguments, while also never seeming like he’s losing in any exchange. Nothing’s personal for him, I feel like, and I dig that. He’s always either “ok fair”, “ok, fair, but” or “sorry to disappoint” - those are the three modes and I just want to be half as classy as him. Or at least half as unhinged.

Husk - he’s… there. The first two episodes gave me just enough of him to kinda get me settled with the new voice, and other than that, all he’s offering are Husk vibes - which are no-nonsense, and uninterested to the max. He’s doing things, sure, but it always has the vibe of him only doing them because walking away would have just been too much effort. Can’t wait for his no-nonsense to actually contribute to things.

Nifty - I am obsessed with Niffty. Loved her before, and now that we’re getting more actual character development, boy am I here for it. She’s got a character, and the character is single-minded, trope-based, obsession. And I’m here for it.

Sir Pentious - amazing voice acting, and Pent just continues to be so FUN. I’m pretty sure he’s got about one brain cell, and the results of that give me life.

Adam - ok, I feel like I need to be spoiling this, because he himself said it best. He’s quite literally “the original dick”, and I don’t mean it in the way he seems to see it. There, I said it. He’s making my skin crawl, and while I’m still on the fence with how he’s being voiced, the longer I think about it, the more I think that that was actually a smart move to balance out the ick with some ridiculousness so they can have him make his statements before everyone with a vagina switches off. So yeah, barely bearable, and I don’t know if I want him to be even that bearable, because he could otherwise be powerfully unbearable.

Lute - highly dislikeable girl, and in the best way possible. Heartless and uncaring, and deep in the rationalisation tunnel. I wanna hug her just to get the experience of getting pushed away.

Velvette - will take some serious getting used to, that one. Don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. I think what might have put me off was her voice being more… idk… cockney than expected? Or… deep? Or… assertive? Or…sane? Uhm, I don’t know what it is, really, if I’m being honest. Pretty sure I will get around to digging her eventually though. Because the potential is SO there. So yeah, kind of looking forward to getting that to click.

Valentino - currently unlocking a new tier of hating Valentino - the “I do not understand his vibes” tier, which is very much interlinked with the realisation that I do not see whatever the casting team must have seen in Valentino’s voice actor. Whatever they were going for, I don’t think they got there. I don’t even like to hate him… he’s just - taking me out of the story with his line delivery and fucking with my mind in a non-good way.

Vox - Vox is the complete opposite to Val in terms of my feelings - I love, love LOVE Vox. He’s absolutely awesome, and I just want MORE of him. The voice acting’s got so much depth. He’s bringing the sleazy, and the despicable, but also the deeply HUMAN underneath it all - which just makes his scenes with Val all the more jarring.

Katie Killjoy - yeah, she’s just Bryce Tankthrust in hell. A tad underwhelming, but the meta’s funny, so I’ll certainly be able to deal.

All in all, it was a solid two episodes, and the music was banging, so I'm still aboard the hype train.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #first two episodes #has it already been 7 years?

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go-to-the-mirror · 1 year

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i dont want to talk about scrutiny

WHATEVER, FINE, OKAY, WE'RE DOING SCRUTINY, OR SOMETHING, FINE, WHATEVER, WHAT EVER

i love scrutiny, i do, but in the way that i love threshold, and nothing beside remains, and seeing it through, and a guest for mr spider. meaning I really do, but I also hate it with vitriol. Not really? It's complicated. I have Some Feelings Towards it. Yep. Look this podcast makes me feel happiness and sadness and anger at the same bloody time, but it's all confused because it's overridden by being Very ADHD about it, so like, they're all rattling around in there. I hate it (affectionate), I love it (derogatory), you get it?

Anyway, y'all know how I feel about Jon already, and if you don't, it's love and only love, so uhm, yeah, let's just get on with it already, rambling and mostly rambling, attempts to set aside my undying love for the Jarchivist for like a day, etc.

@a-mag-a-day

Firstly, I'd like to draw attention to the posts I made on my instagram story about this when I was first listening to TMA, because I was Not Alright.

The first was highlighting the description of the episode: "Statement of an unknown bystander, regarding an encounter with The Archivist." "The Archivist." Not "Jonathan Sims," not "Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London," not even "Jonathan Sims, The Archivist."

Just... The Archivist.

The second was regarding the first, saying that I knew it was deserved but he should be allowed to eat a few fears. As a treat.

I didn't say anything to my partner (who you should follow by the way, they're scarandjoelenthusiast), cause I think I was still attempting to be spoiler free for vex at that point, lol. And I had no other... friends. At all. Um. Yeah.

So, onto the relisten! Oh boy.

MARTIN Ah, alright, did he... did he look like he hadn't slept in about a week?

I absolutely love that Jon's descriptors are looking like shit, and looking like Jesus. That's just amazing.

Also uh,,, why did Martin immediately go to Jon? Hm..

Everything, every bit of light or sound or, or anything that changed, that said time was passing. There was nothing. Before that I never really thought about time, you know? But now… Yeah.

that must have been terrifying

So, it, it took a long time to get over that. I mean, that’s not weird, right? I me— It was a bad time. You know, it, it stays with you. Was signed off, what, I think about six months with the injuries. Had pretty bad, uh, nightmares, claustrophobia, I mean, obviously, right? But, uh, but, but I did my physio, and, you know, talked, talked with the counsellor they gave me. Look, I did everything I was supposed to and, and yeah, I… I guess I was fine. You know, once the bruises were gone I— Well, it’s easy to blame memory, right? You know, ha-hallucination, coincidence, all the classic shite you tell yourself. Life went back to normal. I— I was fine. Until about two weeks ago.

Jesus fucking christ, Jon. She was fine, trying to get over it, Floyd was fine and that's just it, because they think they're safe, and-

She was fine, she was okay, and he took that from her, he took that from her, he made it so she couldn't be fine anymore, he made it so every god. damn. night she'd experience that again, the bastard.

There’s this creep in, in the corner. Your guy. He just… keeps staring at me, like, like properly staring. Like, it is super intense and, and real weird. Like he knows me, but I sure as hell do not know him. I— I try to ignore him, look, I just, I just read my book, and every time I look up there he is, watching me.

Girls when they realise oh yes, he's an avatar.

So… Look, I’m packing up, all done and, and I just, I just sorta turn, you know, just, just to check if he’s still there and he is standing right behind— Like, like a few inches from my face. Look, it’s messed up!

That's??? Terrifying?? I mean, look, like, my sisters jump whenever I quietly stand behind them and stare intently, and they're my sisters, they know me, they know I only joke about stabbing them with a knife, Jon, that's freaky, stop being freaky, you have trauma at home. Go eat a stale trauma for gods sake.

Like, okay Mr. "I don't think it's me doing it." Who sat at a bloody coffee shop for an hour.

I. Understand. That there is a certain. Need. To cause and feed on fear. As an Avatar/Monster/Whatever. And I mean like it's pretty hard. To admit you're in the wrong for something. Even if you think you're in the wrong for other things. But like. None of this matters to Jess, to Floyd, to the three other people whose lives he ruined. He can try be better, he can never do it again, but he can't go back and fix it.

And I start to ask him, you know, what the hell, man, you know? Like— But he just starts talking. Slowly. But real intense. He says, he works here, at the, the Magnus Institute, and I say, what even is that and he says, he wants my story. He says he needs to hear what happened to me. And I— I want to tell him to jj-just go away. I want to, to, to kick him and run. But I— (long sigh) I sit down. And I start to tell him everything. About the job, about the collapse, a-about the hand. More than I told you, even, and, and as I do— it’s like I’m there again. Like I can feel it grab my ankle, th-th-that cold, dead hand and I just… I just can’t stop talking. I cannot shut up.

[ID: A blurry photo of CC!GoodTimesWithScar with his head in his hands. /End ID]

And then it was over. And he looked— He looked at me like he’d just eaten, like a perfectly cooked steak. You know what he said? He said, “Thank you.” “Thank you.” Just like that. Like, like reliving the worst parts of my whole life were just a bit of a… a favour that I’d done him. And then he left and I— I just sat there and cried for a while.

i don't know what to say im just sitting here with my head in my hands.

And he’s there the whole time, just… watching me. Watching me scream and thrash and… He’s all eyes. He’s all eyes.

I kinda want to punch him right about now, because how dare he do that to her, how dare he ruin her life just because he wanted to. Whatever, avatar, feed your god or it'll feed on you, I don't care, that's his business, not hers. She wasn't involved, she didn't have to be involved, she was fine and he took that from her, the bastard!

How dare he sit there talking about choice, how dare he feel all guilty for ruining her life, how dare he! He doesn't deserve to feel bad about it. Christ, Jon, what the fuck.

But I feel like I’m seeing him when I’m awake as well. I’ve been… I’ve been having a lot of problems since he talked to me. Since I talked to him. Since I told my... story. The, the claustrophobia, it’s back, worse than it ever was and I can’t do my job. I have these, these screaming panic attacks every time I try and— What am I supposed to do? Like, feels like, like every time I’m even slightly underground I— Can’t even go into a shop basement more without feeling that… (sniffs) hand. Every time I do, every time I get that panic just rising up my throat, I see him. He’s there. Not when I look properly, but just at the edge. The corner of my eye. Then he’s gone.

(MAG 142 - Scrutiny)

Since then, she said she’d been seeing that woman everywhere she went.

(MAG 6 - Worm Sex Episode Squirm)

✨ becoming what you hated ✨

No, but I have a lot of feelings on becoming a fear entity Avatar and the cycle of violence. Of how Avatars often only became Avatars because of previous trauma, because they had no other options. Of how they often don't see themselves as victims, for example Annabelle Cane describing herself as manipulative, even as she was a child trying to cope in an abusive household. And I think that Jon being like Jane Prentiss, following his victims like her, starting to understand her... that ties into those themes. I love this podcast <3.

MARTIN No, no, it’s— Thank you. I just— [Agitated clatter] For god’s sake, can he not just stay safe for like, like ten minutes?! DAISY I don’t think that’s an option for him anymore. MARTIN Yeah, I mean, sure. But he just… he doesn’t think! He always just immediately charges straight off into danger with whatever, whatever half-arsed plan occurs to him at the time! I don’t get it! DAISY What’s to get? MARTIN What? DAISY I, I mean, it’s pretty standard stuff. MARTIN What? DAISY Used to see it all the time back in the force, especially with the sectioned. Not like there’s ‘normal’ trauma, you know, but it’s pretty common. The most important thing becomes control, engaging on your own terms. Even when it’s stupid or dangerous. Anything to not feel helpless. MARTIN Oh god… DAISY And of course for Jon’s there’s survivor’s guilt in there too. He thinks he’s not human. Makes him very… self-destructive.

PODDED CAST!!

Thank you, Jonny.

Like hgnhhrnhhnr <3 yep. mhhnm there's another post that talks about the meaning of putting that in with scrutiny, I'll tag a mag a day in that.

Like! Aa! Thank you. Don't really have much to add, I mean I said a bunch in other episodes rambles, specifically the MAG 131, 132, and 136 ones.

I mean you know, the whole spider thing, a bit of his self-blame about... the end of season 4... could come from... if he's not to blame, then he didn't have any control, then all of this was out of his control. If he couldn't stop it, if Jimmy Magma's plan was that good then... well, then he was helpless, and there's nothing worse than being helpless.

in conclusion, disregard the above Jon did nothing wrong- no, he's... he doesn't get to be forgiven by Jess, by Floyd, by the others, not unless they choose to forgive him. But he can work on doing better, you know? He's allowed to not wallow in guilt the whole time, he's not irredeemable, he just did bad things -- bad things he can't fix -- but he can work on never doing those bad things again, on mitigating the damage as much as he can. He's not a bad person, just a person who did bad things.

I dunno, I'm more interested in the metaphysics side of philosophy. You know there's a branch of philosophy called metametaphysics? I think it's so funny.

#tma #the magnus archives #mag 142 #jonathan sims #jess terrell #tma meta #a mag a day #landscaping-your-mind-chapter-one #podded cast <3

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Hi can you little Emma and cg Noah and kitty where she regresses during the ridonculous race. But luckily they have her little stuff

Regressor! Emma w/ Caregivers! Noah and Kitty

Today’s challenge was really stressful for Emma, so once they all got to a hotel for the night, she ended up regressing.

Kitty already knew about her sister’s regression, she had known about it for a while. Emma was normally pretty independent when she was little, but tonight she wasn’t. She ended up regressing really little tonight, she seemed to be around the age of two.

Kitty didn’t mind helping Emma out at all, she was super sweet whenever she’d regressed. Well, mostly. Right now she was really cranky and fussy, and Kitty wasn’t exactly sure what to do. She didn’t know what Emma wanted or needed.

While Emma kept on with her fussing, Kitty began to search her bag. She was trying to find Emma’s blanket or something else that would calm her down.

“Look, Emma!” Kitty said, in her usual happy tone. “I got your blankie!” Kitty showed Emma her blanket, but the girl only whined and pushed it away. Kitty sighed softly.

“Can you at least tell me what you want? It’ll make everything so much easier.” Emma looked at Kitty with teary eyes, sniffling a little before speaking.

“Want No-No..” She mumbled quietly. “You want No-No? Noah?” Emma nodded. “Mmhmm..” She hummed.

Kitty wasn’t sure if it was the best idea to tell Noah about Emma’s regression. What if he didn’t know what it was, or he thought it was weird, or something negative.

“I’m not sure that’s the best-”

“I want No-No!” Emma shouted, going back to crying. “Alright! Alright!” Kitty said in a panicked voice.

“I’ll go get Noah and you stay here, okay?” Emma stopped her crying, nodding a little. “Okay, I’ll be right back. And I’ll put your blankie and paci right here.” Kitty set the comfort items down in front of Emma, before leaving the room.

Kitty still didn’t want to tell Noah. She wasn’t sure how he’d react.

When Kitty got to Noah and Owen’s room, she sighed before knocking on the door. In a matter of seconds, the door opened, revealing Owen.

“Hey, Kitty!” Owen smiled. “Hi, Owen! Is Noah here?” Owen nodded, and called for Noah. “What?” Noah asked Owen, looking at him before looking at Kitty.

“Hey, Noah. Uhm..Emma really wants you right now..but there’s something you should know..” Noah raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” He asked.

“Uh..do you know what..age regression is?” Much to Kitty’s surprise, Noah nodded. “Oh! Alright, so-” “Is Emma regressed?” Noah interrupted.

“Yeah, and she’s asking for you. Are you okay with coming over for a little while?” Kitty questioned. “I don’t mind at all.” Noah told her.

Noah said his goodbyes to Owen, before going to Emma and Kitty’s room.

“I think she’s still stressed out from today’s challenge, so she’s pretty cranky. But she’ll calm down once she sees you.” Kitty said. Noah couldn’t help but smile, Emma must really like him if she’s fine with him seeing her regressed.

Kitty slowly opened the door once they got to the room. She peaked in, only to see that Emma had fully calmed down and had her blankie wrapped around her with her pacifier in her mouth while she watched cartoons.

“Emma, look who’s here.” Emma looked over, gasping with excitement as she quickly toddled over to Noah.

“No-No!” Emma exclaimed, giving Noah a hug. “Hey, Emma. Are you alright?” Noah felt the girl nod against his shoulder, making him smile.

“That’s good. Is there anything you want to do?” Noah asked. Emma pointed at the tv. “Watch tv? Me and you and sissy?” Emma asked, looking at the two. They both agreed to it, and went over to go sit down.

Kitty laid down on the bed while Noah sat beside her, with Emma in his lap since the girl insisted that she sat there.

Noah didn’t plan on taking care of someone who was regressed tonight, especially not Emma. But he didn’t mind. Not at all.

#total drama agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere fic #age regression

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women-are-hot · 2 years

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High Hopes (Leah Williamson)

Summary: y/n getting ghosted by her date, but leah steps in and the two of them end up having a good night together.

Warnings: kinda angst, but mostly fluff.

Today was just one of the few perfect days in my life.

I woke up, took a run around the city. Got to work and now I have a date with a pretty lady.

Her name is Rebecca. She is super sweet and funny!

I work at a small cafe in London and normally nothing happens during my day, but then she came into my cafe and we talked for like 2 hours.

"Y/N?" Jason, my coworker yelled.

"Uhm, yeah what is it?" I asked him.

"Are you not listening?" he asked.

"I just zoomed out. I'm sorry" I answered.

"Of course you were zooming out. The hottest girl just asked you out. Of course you were daydreaming about her" Jason teased me.

I blushed while taking my head in my hands.

"Aww. You're having gay panic" he said.

"Shut up" I replied as I had to take care of a customer.

As I was taking the order from the customer, Jason was that idiot and decided to yell at me.

"GAY ASS" he yelled.

"Uhm. What was that?" the customer asked.

"Oh nothing. Just my coworker making fun of me" I answered with a fake smile.

"So, you’re gay?" the customer asked.

"Yep. Here is your coffee. Bye" I answered.

"Oh yeah. Bye" the customer said and got out of the cafe.

Now I have to find Jason...

—

I texted Rebecca saying that I was at the dinner place. It's a little annoying, cause we had to meet up 20 minutes ago.

I could see that Rebecca had seen my message, but she didn't answer it.

20 minutes got to 1 hour, then I didn't want to wait for her anymore.

As I was about to message her, I saw that she had blocked me.

Did she literally just do that?..

I stood up from the chair and walked out of the restaurant.

Then, of course, I bumped into someone.

Could this day go worse...

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going" a British accent said.

As the woman looked up at me, my breath got taken away.

Gay panic number 2 today.

"Oh I-It's totally okay. Nothing to worry about" I said.

Then she looked weird at me, like she was trying to find out about something.

"Aren't you the one I got my coffee from earlier today?" she asked.

I then could see that she actually was the woman from earlier today.

"Are you the one that asked me if I was gay?" I answered.

The woman in front of me blushed a bit.

"Yep. That's me. I'm Leah" the beauty called Leah said.

"I'm Y/n" I replied while shaking her hand.

"Are you alone?" Leah asked.

"Yeah. I actually had a date, but she ghosted me" I answered.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Leah said.

Then there was awkward silence.

"Wanna go grab dinner together?" Leah asked me.

"Yeah. That would be great" I answered with a smile.

Then I once again went inside the restaurant.

—

Later that night we had drank some wine, so we were a bit tipsy.

"I can't believe that girl Rebecca ghosted you? You're amazing and literally so sweet" Leah said.

"Aww, thank you Leah" I responded, laying my hand on her biceps.

"I'm serious! You're this beautiful woman and has a heart of gold" Leah said, laying her hand over mine.

"You're too nice," I replied, smiling brightly.

Then it became silent, but it wasn't awkward.

"Do you want to come to my place?" Leah asked suddenly.

"Yes. I'm pretty tired, so that would be good" I answered.

—

All the way home in the uber, Leah and I were laughing and smiling about literally everything.

"Finally we're home" Leah said, dragging me inside her house by her hand.

"I'm taking the couch," Leah said as we stepped inside the house.

"No way you're sleeping on the couch. It's your house. I'm sleeping on the couch and you're sleeping in your bedroom" I replied.

"Come on, Y/n. You're my guest" Leah said.

"And?" I asked sassy.

Leah then came closer to me, so I was pressed against the wall gently.

Then Leah began caressing my arm.

"We could also both sleep in my bedroom" she said which made me blush.

"What do you say to that?" she asked, smirking.

"I think it's a great idea" I answered.

"Then let's go," Leah said, lifting me up in her arms.

"Omg. You're an idiot" I responded, holding close to her.

—

I jumped off Leah and right into her bed.

"Damn. This bed is so good!" I mumbled into the pillow.

"I know," Leah replied, also jumping into the bed beside me.

Leah and I then just laid, not doing anything, just listening to the silence.

I looked to my right and saw Leah coming closer.

Leah came as close as she could, so I could hear her heartbeat.

"Are you nervous?" Leah asked me while caressing my arm again.

"A little bit" I whispered, giving her a shy smile.

"Why?" she asked.

"We're pretty close and you're just so..."

"So what?" Leah teased me.

"Beautiful" I said.

Leah smiled brightly at my comment.

"You're also very beautiful, Y/n"

—

The next morning I woke up alone in Leah's bed.

We have not done anything last night. Only talking and cuddling.

"I see that you're finally awake" I heard Leah say, coming into the room.

"It's not that late," I replied.

"Oh, so 2 pm is not late at all?" Leah asked.

"Okay, maybe a little, but we were awake for a long time last time" I answered.

"I give you that one, but now you have to get up. I have made breakfast or more like lunch for you" she said.

"Aww. You didn't have to" I responded.

"Only for you," Leah said, kissing my cheek.

"Now up," she added.

—

The time was quickly away. Leah and I had just talked and talked, Now it's 6 pm.

"I really enjoyed being here with you, but it's getting a little late, so I should go home to eat dinner," I said.

Leah frowned.

"No. You can just stay for dinner" she replied.

"Isn't that too much?" I asked.

"Not at all. I enjoy being with you and when you're not here, I'm lonely" she answered, giving me a pout.

"Okay, I'm staying for you" I said.

"Yeah" I heard her whisper.

Aww, she is so cute.

—

The time was still quickly flying away and now it was 11 pm.

"It's getting really late. I should-" "No. You can stay with me tonight" Leah interrupted me.

"I don't want to ruin your sleep again" I said.

"You're not ruining it. If you leave, then you're ruining my sleep" Leah responded.

"Okay. I'm almost starting to feel at home here" I said with a smile.

"It could be your home," Leah replied.

I looked confused at her.

"What do you mean, Leah?" I asked her.

Leah came closer, taking my hand in hers.

"I know we just met, but I really like you," she said.

My face softened with a big smile.

"I really like you too, but I'm only staying if i get one thing" I responded.

"Anything," Leah said.

"A kiss" I replied.

Leah's smile turned into a big smirk.

"Glady" she said.

Then I felt her lips on mine.

Okay, I think I'm staying right here!..

—

#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson x reader #woso #gxg #engwnt imagines #engwnt imagine #engwnt x reader

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aemondslefteyeball · 10 months

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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[Modern!Aemond x Fem!Reader]

[Warnings: Gore, death, animal attacks, masturbation, creepin']

[Summary: They best pop some broken shot bottles between their fingers]

(Love y'all hoping I'll get two out next week have a good weekend drink water)

Word Count: 4.9k

Chapter 7

Three months after the disappearance, life was back to normal for most. Aemond found himself growing ever more restless as the summer cast a sweltering heat over King’s Landing. Despite how awful he felt, he was starting to handle it better. Helaena wasn’t the I-told-you-so type, but he still couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he continued going after the promised five sessions. He wondered if other people could see the difference in him. Earlier this week he had responded to his secretary when she asked him how his day was instead of grunting. But the torment of not knowing where you are was eating him alive. The scans in Moat Cailin were apparently going slower than expected due to issues with interference or something along those lines. Days blended into each other but that morning he had walked into his Grandfather’s office and requested a long weekend; it was the closest thing to a vacation he had taken after graduating. Otto once again shot him that empathetic glance, and nodded. “Aemond.” His hand had been resting on the doorknob when his Grandfather called out. He turned, half expecting to be lectured. “I would have done the same for your Grandmother.” Otto Hightower was not a man anybody could accuse of being emotional, but there was a deep sorrow in his voice Aemond had never been privy to. He had never really heard much about her, but supposed this was why. Aemond nodded at his Grandfather once more before leaving the room.

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After the night at the tree, you refused to go back there. It made no matter, Barba wouldn’t push you to do it. Whatever poison had seeped into you had only metastasized, it seemed. The days blurred together and your nights were riddled with serpents twisting in the burrows of the Earth. Finding little comfort in rest, you found yourself at your clearing more often. Tonight you were joined by Barba, who was looking at you excitedly before pulling out her black iPhone. You looked at her questioningly, what could have been months ago all of you agreed to limit phone usage to ten minutes a month unless absolutely necessary.

“Is it okay if I play something?” Her voice was as soft as always, but you braced yourself for religious music.

You smiled and nodded, “Yeah go ahead.” Giving her the ‘all go’ gesture, she turned the device on and pulled up her Spotify library.

Barba gave you a meek look for a second, her icy eyes gauging your expression. “So, Uhm, I have a kinda unconventional music taste?”

You smiled, figuring that you could stand to listen to music about the Old Gods as long as she was happy. “Oh, I’m fine with anything.” You shrugged, secretly hoping that she wouldn’t play any country music.

“Are you sure?” Barba raised an eyebrow as she tilted her head towards you. “Like it’s not super common.” Suddenly curious at whatever tree music she was hiding, you just shot her two thumbs up.

You thanked R’hllor above that it was not country music. It was not Old Gods gospel either. So far it seemed to be some folksy song that had the occasional sound effect. You nodded approvingly, folk music wasn’t your favorite genre but it was pretty good. It also made sense for Barba, though you wondered why she thought folk was so unconventional. As soon as you started to close your eyes and enjoy the singing a scream pulled you out of your thoughts and had you staring between the phone and Barba. She just offered a small smile before the tempo of the song picked up and the growl started again. “Barba what the fuck?” was the only thing that you could even think to say. She just shrugged at you as she turned the volume up and tilted it so you could hear better. You hadn’t heard a lot of metal before, but the song actually sounded pretty nice. You still couldn’t stop staring at Barba in shock though. Who would’ve thought that the quietest, sweetest girl in all her classes listened to this? “Honestly I kinda fuck with it.” You started dancing as best you could to the insanely fast tempo. What the fuck are this guitarist’s fingers made out of? “Heavy metal Barba.”

“Oh, this is black metal actually.” She corrected, a gleam in her eyes as the two of you clumsily danced to the undanceable song. Barba tilted her head back to scream with the song, you miming guitar. She started laughing then, and the two of you continued until the song was winding down. When Barba stopped giggling, she handed the phone over to you expectantly.

“This is your ten minutes, listen to what you want.” You moved to hand the phone back to her before she pushed it so it remained in your hand.

“Seriously I just threw you in the deep end, pick a song.” You scrolled through her library hopefully, searching for the song you had been hoping to find.

When you clicked on it, Barba’s face lit up in recognition. “Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave, ‘I sold my soul, must be saved.’” Both of your voices rang through the clearing. “Gonna take a walk down to Union Square.” When the timer sounded the two of you groaned in unison. Barba shut the phone off and put it into her back pocket.

“What do you think of Aly’s expedition?” Barba sat on the log, you following on the one across the fire from her.

“It’s dangerous.” You sighed, dangerous didn’t really even begin to cover it. The only mercy at your disposal was the heat. “Sara seems pretty on board with the idea. Floris too. Sabitha won’t let Aly go without her…” You paused for a moment, glancing into the fire. “I think I want to go.”

Barba stared at you hard for a second before pulling her lips into a hard line. “The Cessna is too dangerous, but this is fine?”

“There’s safety in numbers, and we know our feet work. Can’t say the same for the ‘ol shitbird.” You weren’t sure if you were ready to tell her about your dream the night prior. Ivestragī se sȳndror mazilībagon ao dāez. A crimson river swept through the valley, white driftwood caught in pink rapids. Se riñar, ñuha riña. A cloud of red smoke was the last thing you remembered before Baela shook you awake that morning. Barba would no doubt tell you how the terror you felt while sleeping was a gift. She snapped you out of your thoughts with a dry laugh.

“Fine. But if it doesn’t work I’m taking the plane south.”

“I understand.”

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Aemond had bid entirely too much money on the pink monstrosity that sat before him. Regardless, you couldn’t come home to a torn duvet cover without having immediate questions. He inhaled again before he stepped into the bedroom. Vhagar thankfully wasn’t napping in her usual spot, and taking that as a sign Aemond tossed the new one on the bed as best he could. He could just have the maid straighten it later. His task in the room was completed, but he couldn’t wrench himself away from the closest substitute he had to you. He walked across to the other side of the room, looking at your desk. A few textbooks were stacked off to the right, and Aemond flipped through them before moving into an iPad, stapler, and tape. He opened the top drawer, rummaging through it to find basic office supplies. Following that he moved on to the bottom drawer. This too yielded nothing. A few folders were neatly labeled with subjects and an unmarked manila envelope. He flipped through the folders and didn’t find anything of interest. He undid the string on the envelope next, pulling out a few pieces of sketch paper. Aemond lightly brushed his fingertip across the drawing’s lower lip, a rising hunger growing in him. The next one was decidedly more risque. You were playing the piano but with a robe draped around you. Draped was a loose word for it, as the robe seemed to be a formality. Plum silk looked as if it had been poured around your hips, your naked back exposed to him. Aemond took in a sharp breath as he dragged his eye over the soft curve of your waist. From the angle you had been drawn at, he could see the curve of your breast, infuriatingly too little of it however. His eye lingered on the image for a second longer before he took in the next one with a widened eye. Aemond felt a predatory grin slip across his face as a burning jealousy took hold of him.

The paper was promptly set down on the desk before the blonde reached to undo his belt, cock painfully throbbing against his slacks. Upon being freed, it slapped against his buttoned shirt and he let out a groan. Aemond spread the precum down onto the rest of his length, holding a breath in before releasing it with a soft moan as he stroked down to the base. His eye locked down intently on the drawing of you, back arched and face twisted in pleasure while presumably, Emerson was bringing you to your peak. His pace grew more fervent, angrier at the thought of it. You looked blissful, but he knew he could break you down to the point of deliriousness. Aemond would find you when you were playing piano, and you would be as oblivious to his presence as always. He decided he would stand behind you then as he pumped his cock with one hand now, eye tightly shut. He would brush your hair to one side, letting his breath draw goosebumps from you. He would insist you keep playing, while one hand tossed that little skirt aside and snaked into your panties. If you stopped, so would he. The thought drove him wild, and he was bound to escalate it. His breath came out in pants, pace quickening. Aemond would kneel between your legs next, spreading one while taking care to leave the other so your foot could still rest on the pedal. From there he would plant gentle kisses along the tops of your thighs, wondering what your moans would sound like. Finally, he would tear off your panties, relishing in either your submission or annoyance. Aemond knew you would be so good for him after he dragged his tongue up your slit, swirling his tongue around your bud before pressing on it hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue lowered to the hole, pushing his tongue into it while pressing his aquiline nose on your clit. If you behaved he would reward you greatly, though truth be told either path would end in the same result. You would still end up spread on the piano, your skirt tossed up around your hips as he relished the sweet moan on your lips when he finally entered you. When you met his gaze he would start rolling his hips into you. He wondered if you would buck your hips as you approach your peak. He would be unrelenting. Unyielding. He would move his thumb to assault your bud until you started to shake. Aemond needed to feel you clench around him, head tossed back in abandon as you unraveled on his cock. The pace at which he stroked himself increased as he gritted his teeth. Aemond was a jealous man, and he wouldn’t stop until you were unable to remember your own name, let alone your ex’s. A primal groan was released from Aemond’s lips as he finally came, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until you were looking him dead in the eye when he came in you. Aemond reached out a hand to lean against the desk, catching his breath before he put his cock away.

Fuck.

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“Why didn’t you tell them about your dream?”

You paused for a moment, wondering if it was a rhetorical question. You continued to examine the charred body of the deer with a detached eye. When you met Barba’s icy blue eyes you sighed. “Aly is a brick wall with hair.” Barba leaned back on her heels, nodding for a second. Your gaze flickered back to the stag, curiosity took hold of you. Reaching down, you wrenched a vertebra out of the corpse, holding it up to the light for a moment like a gemstone. “This bone didn’t burn at all.” You examined it for a moment before smiling at Barba and getting up.

You met Sabitha, Aly, Nettles, and Myrielle at the clearing in front of the cabin. Shooting Aly a small smile, you tugged at the straps of your backpack. “When do we leave?”

Aly smiled back at you “In an hour.”

You nodded, taking a knee and unzipping your rucksack, pulling the bone out of it. You had fashioned a piece of twine through it, and approached Sabitha while she was putting her water bottle in her bag. “This is kinda weird, but will you take this?”

Sab’s eyebrows knit together, running her fingertips across the bone before she looked back up at you. “Sure, but why am I going to be wearing a vertebra on my neck?”

“Just do it, please. I think it’ll keep you safe.”

“Like a lucky rabbit's foot?”

“I had a dream last night.” You weren’t sure why you couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. Thankfully Sabitha smiled at you, gesturing at you to continue. “There was, I don’t know. Red smoke and a river of blood. Just please keep it on you, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks Y/N.” She pulled you in for a quick hug before you two turned back to the group.

The group was exchanging hugs, hope on their faces as they saw you guys off. Yelling suddenly rang out as Rhaena bustled out of the cabin. “Wait! Wait for me. I’m coming.” Rhaena panted before she looked at Ser Criston with doe eyes. “Criston, I mean Ser Cole. Please don’t try to talk me out of this, okay?” Her eyes were pleading, Cole looked as if he were a shell of a man. “I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I just feel like my friends really need me.” Baela’s lips pulled into a tight line across her face and you sucked your breath in through your teeth as quietly as possible.

“Oh, wow. Well, that’s uh…” Ser Criston looked away for a second, his face suddenly twisted in false disappointment. “You know what? That’s really brave of you, Rhaena.” They both giggled for a moment before he met her gaze again. “I’ll do the best I can without you.”

“I’ll come back for you, I promise.” Baela physically cringed, and you shrugged at her. She’s your sister.

“Okay.” Rhaena went in for a hug immediately after, and Criston’s mask dropped. He stared at all of you with a long-suffering look. He tentatively patted her on the back, his face scrunched as he did so. Everybody else in the group tried to distract themselves as Rhaena leaned in for a moment longer, sighing dreamily.

Last hugs were exchanged as the group of you set off into the brush. The mood was cheerful, and the breeze was a relief. You hummed quietly to yourself as you took in your surroundings. Marguerita Passion had to get her fix. She wasn’t well, she was getting sick. Went to sell her soul, she wasn’t high. Didn’t know, thinks she could buy. Dappled sunlight shone through the leaves, and Nettles joked about girl scouts. In the afternoon you found yourself actually starting to bond with Rhaena. She still seemed a little off, but she was interesting. The group of you hung back a little while Aly and Sabitha picked up their pace. Eventually, Aly’s gaze turned back to you, before she turned and gave Sabitha a look. Subtle. You didn’t hear the conversation, but Aly looked grave. Not that anything was new, really. When darkness fell camp was quickly established. “So get this.” Sabitha was animated as she spoke, her face lighting up. “After Bill Pullman falls in love with Sandra, his fucking brother wakes up! It’s a whole ass mess. I mean, this dude actually thinks that Sandy is his fiancee.” She gestured wildly, locking eye contact with everybody. “So just…” Howling rang out in the distance, and all of you froze. You looked in the direction it came from and swallowed. Your heels dug into the dirt.

Aly rocked back for a moment, looking at the fire. “We’ll be fine. Wolves are scared of humans. Besides, it doesn’t sound like they’re very close.” The nagging feeling still didn’t sit right with you, and you stared at Sabitha for a second, who was rubbing the vertebra. “We can take turns keeping watch, just to be extra safe but I really don’t think we have anything to worry about.”

“You know who does need to worry?” Sabitha wiggled her eyebrows. “Our girl, Sandy. Because she does not know this man and he’s never seen her before he’s like, ‘Who is this girl?’ And his doctor is like, ‘Well, you must have amnesia because you don’t remember your wife-to-be.” As Sabitha rambled on, the group relaxed. Eventually, your eyes grew heavy, and you last remembered Sabitha moaning about how unfair it is that Natasha Lyonne is straight.

Morning found the group anxious, but ready to carry on. Birds sang and insects chirped as you continued. Later in the morning, Aly heard the sound of rushing water, and the group of you rushed to it excitedly, undoing the lids on your bottles. To your horror, the water was a deep, muddy red. “I don’t think we should drink it,” Rhaena announced, letting the handful of water she had cupped drain back into the river.

“No shit.” Myrielle sniped. “It smells weird.” The scent of rust hung heavily in the air, with no signs of life in the stream.

“Y/N, what did you tell Sab about your dream?” Your arms crossed over your chest as you took a step back, gaze flitting away. “A river of blood?” Nettles continued. Your eyes were locked onto the water. “And a cloud of smoke.”

Aly scoffed after Myri had finished, her eyes rolling. “Yeah, and last night I dreamed I went water-skiing with Jaenara Belaerys, so.” Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you found your friendship with Aly growing ever-thinner. It was okay if she didn’t believe in things, but you were getting sick of her constantly shitting on everybody else. She was out eating dirt last night but you were crazy for what happened at the seance.

“Mineral deposits can change the color of the water,” Rhaena spoke out. “Like iron, maybe?”

Sabitha nodded, looking at it again. Aly smiled at her. “I’m sure that’s what it is then. Come on, this has been a fun pit stop but we need to keep moving.” She turned on her heels, clodding away.

“Um, guys.” Myrielle held the compass up. The dial was spinning all over, never landing in one spot.

Sabitha stared at it for a second before looking away. “The iron in the water could be messing with it. Especially this much of it. It’ll probably work again when we’re away from the water.” Her tone was hesitant as Sabitha gripped the vertebra that hung from her neck.

“Seriously?” Aly shot the group a hard stare.

“I don’t know, maybe we should think about going back?” Myri looked at Nettles hesitantly.

“We just need to get away from here.” Aly grabbed one strap and shifted her weight to her left leg.

“Wait, let's think about this.” Sabitha blurted out.

Aly stepped forward, her gaze flat. “Think about what?”

“I don’t know, this stream? It is a pretty big coincidence that Y/N dreamed about it… we heard wolves last night…” You decided to stay out of it, suddenly regretting your admission to Sabitha. All you wanted to do was try to keep her safe, not start infighting.

“You have to be fucking kidding me.”

“I’m just saying tha-”

“What? What are you saying? That the fucking woods are speaking through Y/N? That they don’t want us to leave? Do you know how insane that sounds? The woods don’t give a shit and all this nonsense.” She gestured towards you suddenly as you met her gaze, your nerves being grated ever thinner. “And dreams and omens and whatever the fuck.” Aly gestured to the bone on Sabitha’s neck. “That is. We can survive without a compass. We’ll use the sun to travel south and we can place cairn stones or something under trees. There is a solution for everything.” Aly was going to make an amazing engineer. Absolute disregard for human feelings and a stubborn resolve to fix anything. “An explanation for everything. Now, that said, nobody forced you to come with me. Anybody that wants to go back, by all means.” She spat. “But I’m losing daylight.” You shared wary looks with each other before you looked at the river one last time. Doc Martens rustled leaves as you followed Aly.

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He swore he wouldn’t do this again. Aemond cursed Emerson, but he knew that was a deflection and cursed himself afterward. Once he regained full control of himself he put the sketches back into the manila envelope and placed it back in the desk. He let out an audible sigh at the empty room, his gaze landing on the bed again. Some giant moth… thing of yours stared back at him from atop the bed where he had haphazardly thrown it after putting the new duvet on. Closing the bottom drawer to the desk Aemond walked back to the closet door. Pushing it further open, he took a deep breath before rummaging through the hamper once more. He would have the maid wash your clothes, but not all of them. And after three months in the wilderness, you wouldn’t miss a few pairs of panties. This was a turning point, he promised himself. What had been done was already in motion, but he wouldn’t deny it to himself any longer. He was attracted to you and missed your presence in the house. Aemond would talk about it with Dr. Greenwood and make it right. The expiration date on your marriage was a little under a year and a half away, but maybe until then the two of you could come to an understanding with each other. Besides, it wasn’t like Emerson would be here for you when you returned. After Taenys had morphed from emotional support to a vine growing on Emerson she attended fewer briefings before she had stopped coming altogether the past month. The last he had checked, she made her relationship with her public on social media. You deserved better, but in the meantime, he could fuck you hard enough that you would forget about her. He made one last move to the drawer of your nightstand, opening it before grabbing one more item and making his way out of the room. He spent the rest of the day alone. Helaena was at some summer camp with the twins, and the solitude had been weighing heavily on him. He did ask the maid to do your laundry, and he was grateful that she wouldn’t ask questions about the stains on it. Every day felt like a repeat. He was the first person who would be contacted when you were found, but he couldn’t help the compulsion to continue checking Twitter for continued updates. Aemond had always prided himself on his restraint but found that his need for you was becoming an addiction. He reminded himself that he would sort it out with Dr. Greenwood, not that she needed to know everything. Aemond would fix it as he had done his entire life, and things would be better when you returned. At some point he locked himself into his office, diving back into his work for a few hours respite from the storm in his head. When his eyes grew too bleary to continue, he returned to his room. Every step of his routine was just another meaningless thing he did to occupy his time. When he finally finished, he stood at the edge of his king-sized bed observing his bounty. Three pairs of panties, and the journal that had been almost entirely filled. He needed to get to know you if he was going to be of any use when you returned, after all.

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You fluffed the blanket before placing it on the ground. Your feet ached from all the walking on shitty terrain, with your mind weighed down by exhaustion. “I know it doesn’t feel like it, but we’re one step closer to home. I promise this will all be over soon.” You shook your head as Aly spoke, just wanting to sleep and get fucking help.

Silence hung in the air for a brief second. “We don’t need another speech, Alysanne. We need to sleep.” Sabitha’s face hardened as she glanced back into the fire. “I’ll take first watch tonight.”

Aly shook her head, sitting by the tree. “Let me do it. You should all rest. Aly leaned against the trunk of the tree, and your eyes grew bleary as the flickering of the fire faded from your vision.

Silver hair flashed through the dense brush. You ducked under vines as you followed after the man. The silver hair evoked some feeling of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. Jungle grew over pillars of stone, with the man flickering between them. The further he walked, the more intricate the stone became. The jungle seemed to either respect or fear it, as the plant line abruptly ended after you stepped into a clearing. Your boots padded over black cobblestone as you pursued the man, pace quickening. “Wait!” You ran after him, but he always seemed to elude you. He was only walking, but with a strange sort of glide to it. The man finally entered an ominous building. You stopped to stare at it for a second before taking a deep breath and entering. To your surprise– and horror– the man was waiting for you inside. He stood casually across the room, clad in strange, sunset-colored robes. Long silver hair cascaded down part of his ruined face. Flesh melted and sloughed off. The closer you looked at the man, the less human he started to appear. Ēdi naejot gaomagon ziry syt se dārion. His voice was half-gurgled, and you stepped back suddenly. You picked up maybe three words of what he said, but what you did know didn’t sound great. Then it dawned on you. That voice. His eyes were swollen sickeningly far from the socket, and you could see his jaw hanging loose where the sinew melted away. Charred bone crept into a Cheshire grin as the demeanor of the man changed. Kessa sagon. Se riñar emagon vēttan ziry sīr. The melted man continued forward with a predatory grin. Weeping, blackened skin hung off his body like a glove, slowly dripping down his body. You stepped too far back and stumbled back onto the stone. The man was upon you in an instant, doughy fingers digging in as he whispered in Valyrian. You were unsure of exactly what he was doing, but fingers wrenched into your right thigh, muscles tensing as you cried out. His swollen eyes opened briefly, purple and blazing. Suddenly the whispers turned to growls before his eyes closed one last time. Īlē ivestretan

You woke up to the shaking of the wolf’s head. Sabitha yelled as she was pulled away from your side. A scream wrenched from your lips as the canine bit into your leg. You panicked suddenly, bringing your boot to kick at its head before angling your foot so the steel toe collided with the wolf’s temple. It let out a pained whimper and you didn’t give it a moment to recover. You were on it in a second with a rock you had grabbed and promptly bashed it into the creature's head. Grunts of exertion left you as you slammed the rock back into the ruined mess of skull and brains, unable to see from the tears blurring your vision. A hand was suddenly placed on your shoulder, and you choked out a sob as Nettles pulled you back from atop the body. A buzzing sounded in your ears, and your vision started to blur. Your thigh looked like ground beef when you could see it clearly, and Nettles moved to wrap a makeshift tourniquet around it. When it was done, she helped lift you to stand. Left arm wrapped around Nettles’s shoulder, the pair of you walked towards where the rest of the group was gathered. Your gait grew unsteadier, and you were unprepared for the sight of Sabitha on the ground. The lower right half of her face had been torn apart by the wolves, her teeth visible through the holes in her cheeks. Aly kneeled beside her, wailing while holding the vertebra. Streams of blood oozed from Sabitha’s face as you collapsed against Nettles.

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Sabitha :(

Black Metal Barba’s Jam

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dynamitedemonlord999 · 1 year

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Furry-butt Situation

Katsuki turns into a cat and you’re a cat lover? Whatever shall happen at UA with all the new cat dander and anger?

Part of a short series

Capter 1:

“Aww ya sure you don’t wanna go?” Denki whined as he looked into your e/c-ed eyes. “Nah, I’ve got too much homework. But I’m sure you guys will have fun at the mall.” You looked up from a notebook for one of your classes and smiled to the Bakusquad. Bakugou scoffed as he rolled his eyes whilst everyone booed. “I’m not going either.” He said as he closed one of the books he had been reading and turned to put it in his bag. “No way man you’re not missing the new restaurant that opened up. I hear they’ve got super spicy foods there!” Kirishima smiled as he held onto his friend’s shoulder. With that being said along with his homework already finished and his second training completed. Bakugou really could use for a quick dinner. Rolling his eyes once more he groaned “Fine. Just don’t waste my time extras. Or else I’ll burn you all to nothing tomorrow.” Bakugou said as he stood up and put the strap over his shoulder. “Bye have fun you guys.” You smiled warmly as you waved to the group. They waved at you and wished you luck with the rest of your assignment as they exited the library you all studied at time from time. You sighed to yourself in relief. As much as you liked hanging out with your friends, you also enjoyed your alone time. Taking out a pair of headphones/earphones you scrolled onto your phone and chose your favorite music/podcast to listen to and continued with your work. ‘Maybe if I finish early I can join them.’ You thought to yourself as you began to scribble away on your paper.

”C’mon man cheer up!” Kirishima chirped as he lightly hit Katsuki’s shoulder. Katsuki hit his friend back “Yeah right, this is just a waste of time-“ “Dude! Food’s important. Besides it’s not like it’ll ruin your precious schedule.” “Oi! Having a schedule is a practice of good discipline!” “Alright alright man!” Kirishima laughed as the group continued to make their way to the restaurant. “I’m so excited! OOOH! What if they have boba?!” Mina let out a girlish squeal. While walking Katsuki noticed there was a black haired girl with a beenie of a cat on the top of her head. She hurriedly was tapping on her phone as she looked down and wasn’t paying attention to where she was walking, about to walk into Katsuki himself. Clicking his tounge he barked “OI! Watch it extra!” He shoved his shoulder into her and pushed her away. Jumping the girl let out a small ‘eep!’ ans partially tripped. Some strange orange sparkles left her hand as Katsuki moved away from her. Not realizing the clinging substance as within a second it disappeared onto his body. Blinking she looked at her hands as she felt her quirk activate by accident upon being startled. “Bakubro! That wasn’t very manly- sorry about him.” Kirishima turned and apologized, “He’s a bit grouchy. Are you alright?” The girl looked into his eyes for a moment with her green and blue eyes, then she blinked and looked back to where she was going. “Uhm yea.” Turning back she nodded “Im ok, thank you.” Returning to what she was doing the girl walked down the hall and disappeared into the crowd. “Have a good day!” Kirishima called out and caught up with his friends in the restaurant.

It wasn’t long after getting a seat did Katsuki start to feel- strange. A bit unwell as it was some shivers and a small itch here or there. Pushing it aside as it didn’t affect him Katsuki drank some water while half listening to the group’s conversation. But as he continued to sit there and look at the menu briefly he suddenly felt a wave come over him. His hands were sweating more than normal as he felt a fever coming on, his body began to tingle which made him fight the increasingly strengthening fever. Gritting his teeth he knew something was wrong and even his head was getting woozy. “Hey man- you ok? You look pale.” Kirishima asked Katsuki quietly, with that Katsuki stood up without warning and marched to the restroom quickly. Worried he was getting sick and about to puke as his whole body didn’t feel right. Rarely did Katsuki get sick.

Shocing past people Katsuki walked into and slammed a door close. Katsuki’s vision and body shook as his breaths became more and more shallow ‘Am I going to pass out? What the hell’s wrong with me?’ He questioned as he was coming in and out of it. Turning around he felt weak as his back hit the wall. ‘Knock knock’ “Bakubro- you ok in there?” He heard from sounded to be far away Kirishima ask him. Katsuki’s vision turned black as suddenly he felt weightless. The only thing he heard was the sound of something heavy fall, as he felt the cold ground touch his skin. With that, Katsuki saw his world turn black and the funny yet unsettling feeling in his body take over like a plague.

#MHA fanfic #Bakugou x reader #cat bakugou #cat MHA

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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@meloomi @icedhoneyy I’m so sorry, the brainrot was too much-

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As far as Osamu knew, he was running away from something.

It wasn’t anything scary, but he and Kita-San were making an absolute mad dash for what seemed like the gate- though he couldn’t tell you where they were- but were suddenly stopped by an ice cream man, which Kita-San seemed to think was vital for their escape.

However, the ice cream man started to cry when Osamu tried to keep running away, and he wouldn’t let the pair pass, so Osamu-

“Uncle ‘Mu!” A tiny voice whines, prompted by a small smack on his cheek, making Osamu jerk awake from his rather bizarre dream in surprise. His grey eyes fly open and he forces them to focus on the figure next to him on the bed, blinking and sighing in relief when his brain registers it’s only his niece disturbing his sleep.

At any other hour, he would’ve been thrilled to see his niece, but at 1:42 in the morning…

“Hisako,” he yawns rubbing his eye with the heel of his palm. “Why’re you up?”

“Nightmare,” she whimpers, voice warbled slightly from suckling on her stuffed dog’s ear. “S-scared…”

Immediately, he rises on his elbows to look at her wide, glimmering eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he hums, voice rasped with sleep. “I’m sorry you had a scary dream.” His legs swing out from the bed and he grabs a discarded shirt from the floor. After he slips it on, he opens up his arm for her to crawl into and snuggle, which she does needily. “What’s gonna help put that smile back on your face, hm?” He prompts his question with a soft pinch of her cheek, and she giggles and ducks her face away.

“Uhm…” wide honey eyes roll in thought. “Can I have s’me chocolate milk?” She asks, spitting out the dog ear to give Osamu the biggest, sweetest begging eyes he’s ever seen.

He lets out a deep sigh and a chuckle, “you are definitely my niece,” he says, laughing softly. “Alright, yeah. Let’s go have some chocolate milk.” He rises from the bed and scoops Hisako up and into his arms, drowsily walking through his home to the kitchen.

He plops her down on the counter with a soft hum and a kiss to her head, only parting to grab two glasses- one mug with his college mascot on it, hers a plastic cup with an ocean scene on it- and shuffle to the fridge.

“Uncle ‘Samu?” Hisako asks, voice muffled around the dog’s ear.

“Yeah baby?”

“What do growed-ups dream about?” She asks, honey eyes blinking up at him curiously. Osamu hums in thought as he pours the milk and grabs the chocolate syrup, pouring more than a hefty amount in each cup like she and him like.

“Well,” he sighs, grabbing a spoon and stirring the chocolate vigorously. “We dream about… lots of things.”

“Like?”

Osamu snorts, “like,” he passes her the milky spoon for her to lick clean. “I dream about your dad a lot; sometimes it’s normal things, like him coming by and asking for a huge bowl of miso soup-“ at his emphasis, Hisako giggles around the spoon, and he smiles at the sound. “Other times, he’s a super secret spy with a pen that shoots lasers, and he rides a motorcycle with Uncle Bokuto’s face on it.” This, thankfully, has Hisako cackling, and he chuckles himself as he passes the milk to her tiny hands, murmuring a soft “two hands” to remind her how to hold her cup steady. “Even tonight, I had a dream with Uncle Shin, and he… well, I don’t really know what we were doing to be honest.”

She takes a sip and looks up at Osamu with excited eyes and a milk mustache, “does that mean no more nightmares?”

“Well,” he sighs, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. “Not necessarily, babyface.” She deflates, and Osamu kicks himself. “They certainly don’t happen as much, but when grown ups have nightmares…” he pauses to think, and when he looks down at her still intrigued face, he smiles and wipes her lip with his thumb.

“We’re able to think of the things that make us feel better.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” he rolls his eyes around in thought. “Like you make me feel better. And I’d fight every monster in the world if it meant I could see my bestest friend.” Hisako nods as she takes a long sip of her milk, hanging onto his words. “Or… the doggie I passed on the street-“

“I like doggies!”

“-I know stinky,” he chuckles. “And I think about how soft its fur was.” He polishes off the rest of his milk with a sigh of refreshment. “Maybe that’s something you could do; think about all the things that make you happy. Then no monster stands a chance against the good dreams you’ll have.”

She beams up at him before discarding her glass of milk to the side, reaching her arms up to have him lift her. “I take it you’re done?” Osamu asks, to which she nods happily. “Alright then. Let’s get you back into bed. Gotta get some sleep if you’re gonna help me at Onigiri Miya tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah!” She says excitedly, popping the dog’s ear back into her mouth and resting her head in the crook of Osamu’s neck. “I like your chocolate milk more than when daddy makes it, Uncle ‘Samu,” she mumbles, and Osamu can hear the bliss in her voice as he carries her to his bedroom to hopefully ward off any more nightmares that dare want to plague her mind.

He snorts, “‘cause I make it right.”

He puts her body on one side of the bed before climbing into his side, and when he’s finally able to settle back in, he smiles as Hisako is nearly back to sleep, her doggies ear in her mouth and fingers gripping the corner of Osamu’s pillow for comfort.

“Good night, Hisako,” he says softly, turning back on his stomach and nuzzling into his pillow, careful to avoid her tiny fingers.

“Night uncie,” she mumbles, voice light with sleep and head nuzzling into her own pillow on her side of the bed.

Lovingly, he moves a lock of hair out of her face, watching her lips rise and fall with the sleepy breaths falling from them, and despite knowing he’s going to be a wreck getting up in the morning, he can’t be mad about the memories he’s making with his favorite person.

A good night indeed.

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yourbestpalpercy · 3 months

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Come next morning, Glaze woke up, stretching as much as he could before looking over at The Blaze. She was completely still. So still that Glaze wondered if she was zoning out or just being extremely quiet. Seeing The Blaze so still was chilling. Usually, something was moving on The Blaze, maybe her hand tapping on the ground or her foot tapping to imaginary music.

Glaze wanted to poke her but soon watched as she lifted her head up towards the smolders of last night’s fire. “Phew…! I-I uhm…mmrrrp…thought you fell asleep or something,” ‘I thought you died,’ whispered Glaze’s thoughts. The Blaze looked over at Glaze, scoffing, “I don’t sleep, Toon. Never will. Now come on, we’ve got walking to do.” The Blaze stood up to her tall self. Well, she at least looked tall compared to him.

“So, when’s the new time prediction?” Glaze asked as The Blaze looked off into the distance. “I still say evening. We’ve got…” Weirdly, Glaze swore he saw The Blaze show an actual emotion behind that mask she always wore. It looked like she was squinting. “About a good few hills to climb and I’ll bet you don’t want to go around them?”

“...” Glaze admittedly shot the carrier a bit of a glare. “You really need to stop assuming things about me just cuz I’m a toon, mmggrrrghgm..” Glaze crossed his arms as he walked down the hill, accidentally tripping over his hat and rolling down the rest of the hill.

From what Glaze could barely see as he tumbled, The Blaze just watched him roll down the large hill, leaning over more and more from time to time to watch his whole descent. Then, he saw a flash of orange light. After that, he couldn’t see The Blaze anymore-! Did she leave or something-?

Oof-! What did he just run into?? Glaze slowly recovered from the tumble, slowly looking up and spotting The Blaze just as she tucked her fiery wings away. “O-Oh! Gwaahaha..there you are! I thought you were fl-flying away!” Glaze giggled, patting himself down and shaking the grass off. His donut shaped pupils had faded into green blobs for a moment. “Kinda, I was flying ahead of you. You were rolling rather fast..” Glaze just kept giggling, brushing off any feelings of motion sickness he felt. It…almost sounded like The Blaze had just finished laughing and was trying to hide it. “I was! I was! Mrhghghr! That was fun! Super fun!” Glaze began to bounce on his feet. His eyes returned back to normal.

The Blaze’s expression softened a little (not like Glaze could see it behind her mask). Glaze was silly, rather endearingly so too. Honestly, it had been the first time in forever that someone had made her laugh. Last time that she could…barely remember..it was a different subject at the lab..she thought. There was a test…and…he told jokes…really bad ones. Glaze reminded The Blaze of that mystery face.

Glaze finished brushing himself off and stared up the hill before them and then back at the hill he rolled down. “I’m honestly shocked I didn’t blow up! It’s happened before. It’s a weird thing. If you shake me, I explode!” The Blaze just listened, finally un-tensing her shoulders. “You explode? Like into what? Con-?” “Confetti!!” Glaze cheered, throwing his floating hands into the air. The Blaze scoffed a tiny laugh. “Y’know, you’re one of the first people to make me laugh in a long time..I tip my mask to you,” She made a motion of tipping a hat. Glaze copied, tipping his sleeping cap back to her.

“You’re growing on me, Puffball. I feel conflicted,” The Blaze said, starting to walk around the large, cartoony hill. “I-I am?” Glaze said, running up to catch up to her, almost a little impressed with himself. “Yeah, your conversations, your tiny noises, your endearing stupidity? It all reminds me of a face I saw in the labs. Of course, I can’t remember the face but…I hope that whoever they were, they got the hell outta dodge and left that lab when everything was burning down…” Glaze’s eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought that he had made the quiet and cold wraith/knight/whatever The Blaze was, laugh! Well- he made her scoff a laugh.

“W-Wowie…no one ever laughs at my jokes! I’m actually- I was actually one of the most unpopular toons at Sweet Times Square,” He began to shuffle with his feet, almost anxiously. “I h-had friends b-but y’know, maybe it was a one sided thing–.” The Blaze just watched as Glaze soon began to tap his fingers and anxiously follow after The Blaze.

“...” The Blaze stared to the skies. Glaze watched as she froze, still staring up at the skies. “Have you ever been in the skies, Toon?” She asked. “...Are you offering to fly us to ToonTown?” Glaze asked. The Blaze scoffed and twitched her head in a way that made it looked like she was saying ‘No’. “Don’t phrase it like that, I might not do it in that case.”

Glaze watched as flames twisted together on her back. Some sparks fluttered off these forming wings, sparks that Glaze quickly stepped on and put out. The Blaze had started to spread out these wings before they were even finished forming. “I’ll be able to…” The Blaze began to mutter and mumble under her breath as she thought about it. Glaze just watched her wings form and glow behind her. Finally, The Blaze said something. “Take my hand, Puffball. We’re going for a fly. You’ll have to hold on tightly. I don’t want to drop you so take off the gloves, best way of avoiding it.” Glaze cupped his paws quickly. Suddenly, he didn’t want to go for a fly.

The Blaze turned back, picking up on Glaze’s worry. “I won’t tell a soul about your secret and you can put the gloves back on before entering ToonTown. I’ll drop you off outside of it.”

Glaze just murmured and grumbled some things before slipping off his red gloves. The Blaze was a little surprised to see blue paws underneath but it wasn’t like it blew her mind or anything. With that, he grabbed The Blaze’s outstretched, entirely bone hand. Sharp chills ran down his back when he directly felt her charred bones. They felt so ashy a-and cold yet burning hot!

Not a second later, The Blaze gave a mighty flap of her wings, causing the two of them to shoot into the sky. Admittedly, when The Blaze shot into the air, she practically burst into flames, coating Glaze in ash for just a moment. Glaze began to cough and pat the flames away in a panic! The Blaze grabbed his other hand so he wasn’t dangling. “...You can open your eyes now, Puffball. Don’t think I didn’t notice you squeezing them shut…” The Blaze’s voice was oddly calm. Glaze anxiously opened an eye.

Here they were now…in the blue skies. Far, far, far–almost too far–above the ground. This did not feel freeing. Glaze felt sick with anxieties up here! His brain and body twisted inside of him. The Blaze didn’t seem to notice, just flying away. In fact, The Blaze was definitely having a better time up here than Glaze was.

While Glaze suffered below, kicking his feet from time to time and clearly stressing out, The Blaze just glided through the air, tempted to spin and possibly make this trip a nightmare for Glaze. Her wings felt like they hadn't flown in forever! In a good and absolutely amazing way of course. Of course, when her wings were tucked away, it was a phantom sense as they were technically gone but- whatever!

“Th-This is– we’re really high, Blaze! I-I don’t even think m-my toon magic could save m-me up here!” Glaze whimpered, wanting to cover his eyes. The Blaze just rolled her eyes lightly. “We could be flying much higher. This is actually the lowest I’ve ever flown! And it feels amazing up here! I haven’t felt the wind in my face nor the wind over my wings in forever! I feel..I feel free, Glaze…” The Blaze answered, suddenly dipping down and then shooting back up.

DID SHE JUST LET GO!?

Glaze watched as he flew up higher into the air, and then started to fall! He screamed, already making his fast descent back to the ground. He pathetically grasped at the air. This is going to hurt- THIS IS GOING TO HURT–!!!

And then the sinking feeling in Glaze’s gut came to a lurch just as he shut his eyes. The Blaze had caught him. “Mrhgphere–!” Glaze swore, shaking even worse. His eyes were bright, yellow exclamation points as he shook in The Blaze’s hands. “Calm down, Toon. I wouldn’t’ve actually let you hit the ground,” The Blaze…teased? Glaze was too scattered right now to tell what that tone was.

The Blaze let out a laugh as Glaze shot a sharp glare at her, quite literally glaring daggers at her. “BLAZE!! THAT WASN’T– WASN’T FUNNY!!” He sharply kicked his legs about, cussing out The Blaze with many of his strange noises, “YOU GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!!” This only encouraged The Blaze to laugh louder, finally letting out a real laugh. Glaze just-..huffed and wanted to cross his hands in a crossing-his-arms way.

Just as The Blaze had predicted, the sun had begun to set by the time ToonTown finally came into view. It was a large place. The Blaze had to set Glaze down further outside the town than expected (Wonderful, beautiful ground at last! Oh Glaze was shaking like a leaf in a storm!) so that she could make a quick fly around to see what entrances to the town she could see.

She wasn’t like Glaze. She wanted to be unseen. The Blaze wanted to remain as a myth of sorts. It had, admittedly, been really amusing to her when she discovered that she had become a bit of a rumor around the multiverse.

‘If you wait outside in the darkest night, The Carrier/Old Fire/The Wraith/Wow-she-has-a-lot-of-names will appear to you and ask you what your destination is. Pay her what you can as a token of respect and she’ll take you anywhere in the worlds’. Of course, The Blaze didn’t actually care for compensation. She didn’t actually know where that part of the rumor came from. She almost always refused any payment. No use for coins when you’ll never grow out of your clothes, no use for entertainment when you’re constantly busy, no need for sleeping gear when you don’t sleep, no need for food when showing your true self is risky and so on.

Well okay, she would happily accept food. She just needed to wait until her passenger fell asleep and then she could happily enjoy it with her mask off. Glaze actually offered her a donut as compensation and that night, he slept outside of the town before they started their journey the next day. Honestly, that was a good donut.

Also, she had wondered how many people had insomnia waiting for her now. How many people would think the rumors aren’t true and miss their chance. She couldn’t be everywhere at once. She had a life too! …Traveling dimensions, trying to find a place to settle down…and stuff. Helping runaways…

Finally, The Blaze dove down towards an entrance, having her wings stop her in her tracks and disappear. This opening looked promising. The Blaze allowed her fire to travel from her hand to her foot so that she could burn the ground around this entrance as a marking. Took her forever to find it, she wasn’t going to lose it.

The Blaze then had her wings come back and fly her back to Glaze who had just finished pulling his red gloves onto his blue hands, making them match the main color of his fur. “I found an entrance, Glaze…” The Blaze said, carefully taking Glaze’s hand. Glaze froze up before sighing when it clicked for him that it was just The Blaze and no one else.

“ToonTown looks so lively! It looks pretty at night! …But there’s admittedly this twisting feeling in my stomach..” Glaze whined as they walked down the small hill and started heading for the entrance The Blaze had found.

“Like there’s dangers here…” The Blaze lifted her head to the town, now noticing the 4 large buildings in each corner of the town. How hadn’t she seen those before? They were so…gray and…large compared to the liveliness of the rest of the colorful town (or…city?). “Dangers like those large buildings?” Glaze just nodded with ‘Mhm’.

“I’ll admit, they’re given me a chill too…” The Blaze murmured. “Bet you’ve never felt that before,” Glaze piped up in his ‘I’m-about-to-tell-a-joke’ voice. A voice that The Blaze hadn’t picked up on when she replied with, “I’ve felt plenty of chills before. It’s nothing-...Wait, do you mean chills as in-,” “The cold!” Glaze cheered, laughing at his own joke. “B-B-Because you’re all fiery!” Glaze laughed harder.

Admittedly, The Blaze started to giggle softly under her breath at Glaze’s joke. It was even more funny by the fact it was depressingly true! The Blaze hadn’t been cold in forever! Literally forever!

As the two approached the entrance The Blaze had marked, there was a sharp sound. Like a whistle. A whistle that was shockingly sharp and a whistle that weirdly hurt The Blaze’s ears. She hissed sharply, covering one ear and turning the covered ear towards the noise. The noise faded away and instead, came a voice. “We don’t need more Cogs, who are you!” The voice was…definitely that of a Toon’s. Had the same sound that Glaze’s did except it sounded older and…dog-like?

“Cog?” The Blaze mumbled, looking up and having her wings disappear. The glare of the lights behind the toon made them hard to see. The Blaze wondered if, with her wings out, the toon was dealing with the same problem.

Glaze quickly stepped in front of The Blaze. “Sh-She’s not whatever a Cog is. She’s just The Blaze! She carried me here. We both come in peace!” Glaze said, using his hands to…sorta block The Blaze. The dog toon before them looked at Glaze with a little bit of confusion on his muzzle. “Uhm…what’re you? Pardon my…rudeness, we saw her flying above and a lot of the toons got worried that she was yet another Cog. We’ve been dealing with a lot of them around here,” His tail flicked behind him anxiously. “I’m Glaze D. Donut!” Glaze smiled, stretching out his hand to shake the dog’s. “And…you’re a toon like a good lot of us? And…peaceful?” His voice still had its cautious sound to it. “Of course! Us Toons need to stick together!” The dog’s eyes went back to The Blaze. “And she’s…?” The Blaze only answered in her cold voice, “The Blaze. I’m just a traveler guiding folks to places…”

“The Blaze,” He nodded a bit. “If you didn’t have a Toon with you, I would’ve assumed you were even more of a Cog than I thought. Uhm…do you have any other names you go by other than a title?”

“None. I’m just The Blaze and besides…I won’t be here long. I’ll be gone by the next hour. All you need to know is that I’m The Blaze and I ferry people into other worlds as needed…” With that, The Blaze summoned her wings and flew off, away from ToonTown.

“She’s super nice when you get to know her!” Glaze cheered with a big dopey smile on his face. “I made her laugh too!”

“...And you’re Glaze, well, I’m Flippy,” Flippy smiled before guiding Glaze into the streets of ToonTown.

#OC writing #OC oneshot

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