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unadulteratedsoulsweets · 1 year

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A DC X DP IDEA #4 You’re worth is more than a penny.

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We all read and saw fanfictions about either Jason, Constantine, Bruce, or even Jazz raising Danny when he became younger due to Clockwork’s interference, but what if we reverse the roles?

Alfred Pennyworth was raised by Phantom.

It was early 1900 in England where it is common for children were being sold like cattle for a penny. Among the rows of yelling parents who are willing to sell a few of their children for a few pounds to help themselves or the younger ones at home, one parent was loudly exclaiming that his child is merely worth more than a penny. A nameless child with skin and bones as a body, at the tender age of 6 years old he already knew the horrors of child slavery. Some were never seen again like the ones he saw outside playing tag and others return to their parents in a body bag. He also knew that no one would want a skinny child like him so he waited for the inevitable beating at this man’s house, He refuse to call that man his father nor that dingy four-by-four wall home.

Suddenly a distinguished gentleman walked past him and he was just in awe at what he had sawed. A young man that seemed like in his early 20s has a face of youth yet has an air of maturity around them. Wearing the cleanest pair of white waistcoats and black trousers, shaggy black hair, and striking blue eyes.

It was obvious that he was an errand boy looking around for new workers, his mind supplied.

The man looked at him with raised eyebrows and couldn’t help but think that this person may buy him out of this man’s clutches and put him to work that may or may not end his life.

The older man who saw the interested look of the errand boy tried to advertise him as his worth is merely a penny.

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Danny was merely taking a break from his kingly duties after months, years, and centuries have passed since his adventures as Danny Phantom. Visiting a newly made dimension in the eyes of the king of Infinite Realms, he made his way through the early 1900s for some sight-seeing, with the insurance from his advisers, court, family members, and consorts (Tucker & Sam) he went and enjoyed the view and contemplating that why does Clockwork give him his farewell in a form of a cryptic message such as a father of a bat needs saving from his unexpected fate, as well this universe felt like something interesting is bound to happen.

Being the High King of the Infinite Realms the realms itself chose him as their champion and king through countless rights of ascensions throughout the years.

Seeing that child slavery is still a thing at this point in time made him want to turn around and go to another realm less depressing than this time and come back later when they abolished slavery.

Though he caught an eye on this thin scrawny little boy who is nothing but skin and bones that the tiniest gust of wind will push him on the brick pavement, the boy’s parents however saw him taking interest and tried to get rid of the boy seeing that he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed due to his “responsibility” as a parent and tried to sell him for a penny.

Danny weighed the pros and cons in this situation, raising a mortal child may be both rewarding and satisfactory but the fact that he cannot break the ancient rules to make him immortal that was placed by the Realms themselves to uphold the balance between the living and the ancient realm, but he can bend it to an extent, so that if he can extend longevity in his lifespan to at least reach a century or so.

Added to the fact that Clockwork gave a message to protect him.

Bought the boy for a penny and carried the child towards the disguised horse carriage.

Now, how to explain to his family that he acquired a mortal child?

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The nameless boy widened his eyes in surprise as the “errand” boy actually bought and carried him gently towards a clean carriage that looked like is owned by a king.

After making him sit beside his employer, his employer began asking him questions.

Such as his age, and name. likes, dislikes, and many other confusing questions.

At the mention of not having a name his employer began to frown, looks like he has made his new employer furious and he hasn’t even begun to earn his keep.

After a tense silence, his employer declared that HIS new name would be Alfred Pennyworth, as the word Alfred means counsel as he stated that he can see his future and that he would counsel different men who wish his advice, and Pennyworth, as his father is a fool for selling him for a penny as he is worth more than that.

At the time the nameless no…, At the time Alfred didn’t know what is the warm feeling on his chest that made him long for this man’s approval. He may be naïve or far too trusting for putting his trust in a man he met for a few minutes but at the time his only thought was he had his own name that he owns.

When the carriage stopped his employer carried him out of the carriage, and what greeted him is something he would never forget.

An endless green sky stretches along the horizon, A large black castle that reaches the sky that has growing vines all over its walls, at the front an entire estate dedicated to different and extinct plant life to flourish, and rows and rows of servants lined up and dressed in the fanciest clothing for maids and for all genders bowing ever slightly greeting and welcoming back their master in unison.

He looked behind him and around him for the master of the house but when he couldn’t see one, he turned his attention to the one who bought him as he is quite sacred for upsetting for not greeting the master in his own house.

But as he turn to the man for a plea for help he caught the small smile that his employer gave him and nodded towards the directions of the servants.

That was the time he learned that the man who bought him and gave him a name is his supposed master.

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The next few days were confusing to the young Alfred Pennyworth, as he expected to be working on the animal shed or any menial tasks yet he was treated like a prince.

Free to learn what he desired, learning skills that he would never think of learning, free to eat anything his heart and stomach desired, free to have a soft bed to sleep on as well as having toys to ensure that he was not bored, given a wide variety of possible hobbies to take his mind off things. Gained and learned philosophies around the realms as well as had great teachers in teaching him essential things in morals, science, and more. Most importantly gained a family that he never thought he would even have.

He learned how to walk silently as a ghost, be swift in terms of movements waster no action, be present like a shadow, and use any weapon at hand, one’s body is a weapon itself. Discipline thy self in any temptation known to man, to integrate oneself to be unknown, eyes and emotions betray your mind be mindful of your facial and body movement as a single doubt will get someone you love to perish, but most importantly learned his new family’s motto.

Family is family.

Simple yet a powerful motto. No matter how cruel the man who brought and gave him a new life and purpose, the man who he saw as father, maybe in making decisions to ensure that the Infinite Realms stay balanced throughout the entire realms. How ruthless are his aunts and uncle to make sure that everything in between stays in the center of the balance as too much of the brings chaos

When Alfred was merely a teen he was given a blessing by his father, to be able to live a long life while maintaining his morality. One day he may die which is true, but it will be a long time before the reaper takes him to his next adventure.

Spending time with each member of the Nightingale family are memories that will be kept deep inside his heart. His mother Sam, taught him the wonders and secrets of flora, his other father Tucker, taught him how technology is used both in hope and destruction, His uncle Dan taught him about being an impenetrable wall in both mind and body, His older aunt Jazz taught him how to read his opponents in combat as well learning the beauty of human brain, His aunt Ellie who taught and showed him the wonders of the world in terms of the scenery, delicacy and culture, His grandfather Clockwork, taught him to be a cryptic as well moving on and forward as bad things are as natural as breathing and to move on is to let the time run its course.

Last but not least his father Danny, the High King of the Infinite Realms the man who he owes his entire being and life. The man whom he respects and wishes to turn out like him, the man who is proud to call his father. Taught him a multitude of things that one would not expect from a king, Be a Gentleman. A firm handshake combined with looking the other person in the eye carries with it respect, dignity, and strength, Honor Your Father and Mother, Respect Women, Be a Man of Integrity, Take Responsibility, and Work Hard, among the advice he gave and taught to him that they put into his life through action and words.

When WW2 came to his dimension he asked his father to be able to go back as it is still integrated into his blood to fight for the country that he was born into. As well as making a name for himself, to prove to the world his worth is more than a penny, to prove that all of their learning is not to be put to waste.

With the approval of his family, he set out to make his name.

S.A.S. Armed Services, fighting in 15 different operations between ages 18 and 20. A skilled medical and front liner soldier who was decorated. He later joined MI5, as well the secret forces of the Queen and later being knighted by her majesty

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In this present time, we all know the current Alfred Pennyworth, the kickass ninja butler who is a mystery to the Batfam and has a lot of skillsets that are both surprising and expected to the Batfam. The butler who dared to out Batman the Batman. The butler is willing and dared to ground Batman for not taking care of himself. The butler carries a shotgun out of defense and we are pretty sure he is hiding a hidden bazooka somewhere in the manor. The butler who cooked delicious food and the one who raised Bruce Wayne

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Working for the Wayne is not set to be permanent but the moment his ward Bruce Wayne becomes a hero just like his father and brings in his own version of a makeshift family he cannot help but stay for the sake of his ward that he saw as a son.

His family was there every step of the way.

Looking at the long dinner table that is filled with food with his ward/ son and his children he can't help but look fondly at the scene in front of him.

This is why he would not eat with the rest of the Batfam, the ambitious dinner or just being complete brings him back just when he was just a little boy looking at his father for guidance.

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The Bat family are known to be good sometimes great detectives as they were taught by the greatest detective in the world, despite their wit and intelligence they still could not figure out their grandfather/ butler.

Having no presence before WW2 is common, as many orphans joined the war to bring acknowledgment to their names and presences. So when a glowing green letter made its way towards the kitchen counter, just as Alfred took a moment to look when he immediately snatched the said letter and ripped it open to see the contents.

Now mind you this was a never occurrence as Alfred Pennyworth is the epitome of calmness and neutrality so when he tore a letter like a kid who was given his first Christmas present all noise seemed to stop to look at the wide-eyed butler.

Alfred kept reading the said letter with wide eyes ignoring the shocked look of the people around him. Immediately telling Bruce that he will be going on an immediate 2-week vacation without even concealing his own joy in his voice and quickly turned around to pack a suitcase worth.

The entire Wayne’s both adopted and not are now invested what could the letter possibly contain that Alfred Pennyworth himself becomes a kid just by reading it?

Tailing the said butler was hard, following his quick steps which indicate impatience from the patient butler as well as a small smile that indicates fondness immediately became their new case.

Stopping at a large mansion surrounded by plant life that has a gothic aesthetic to it. As Alfred entered the gate he was tackled by a small black-haired blue-eyed child immediately followed by three teens and one large buff young adult.

All of them are hugging and exclaiming joy as Alfred reciprocated each hug with enthusiasm for his age.

Who are they and how does Alfred know all of these people?

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PS: If someone out there wanting to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

#dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #danny phantom #ghost king danny #infinite realms #dp

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consistentscreaming · 2 years

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I'm relistening to The Magnus Archives, and I made a list of Actual Canonical Details we as a fandom forget about

- sasha gets coffee from a specific coffee shop every morning

- Jon has an excellent sense of direction

- canonically in artifact storage there is: a wardrobe light cannot penetrate, a carved rock eye that interferes with the video cameras and therefore is kept in a black velvet bag, and a scalpel ride with disease no matter what they use to sterilize it, kept in a hermetically sealed plastic box

- during halloween week, they have to call in the archives as backup due to the influx of statements. jon canonically gets a good nights sleep after disproving these statements.

- Jon sincerely believes he is far too unlucky for statements to just be a hallucination

- Not-sasha asked not to be recorded multiple times

- when told he benifited from gertrude's death, jons only response was "...I didn't?"

- [daisy became police in ~2002, almost 15 years before the story starts...meaning she is canonically late thirties/early 40s

- even when compared with the paranormal, daisy considers car accidents worse

- mary keay made an eye pun "i know the institute and i haven't always seen eye to eye, as it were"

- jon noticed when ghost hunt uk stopped updating

- sasha is taller than not-sasha

- annabelle dresses like a vintage clothing store exploded on her, has bleach blonde hair and dark skin

- annabelle looked "like the type of person that talked to cleaners as if they were actual people"

- annabelle looms over the cleaner by almost a full foot, meaning she Tall

- "the moment i die will feel just the same as this one" is not just a georgie thing, it's an End thing in general, as proved in ep 70

- not-sasha tends to stay late

- martin worked at the institute in 2009

- micheal has curly sandy blonde hair

-micheal is tall

- melanie and jon are on the same wavelength, and when working together they both came to the same conclusions with the same evidence

- elias does not think daisy is smart

- georgie is observant, and pays attention to peoples behavior

- melanie thought jon killing someone with a pipe was "wildly out of character" for him

- georgie and jon have a mutual friend named Jess who thinks Hungarian food is "too Soviet"

- jon borrowed georgie's coat when he went to meet jude perry

- jon tells jude to kill him as an ultimatum every five minutes

- elias tells tim that when presented with horrors, he finds comfort in beaurocrocy

- jared hopworth is handsome with cheekbones and a jawline to die for

- georgie was canonically willing to cover for jon to the police with no context after an unpleasant breakup and after no contact for almost 5 years

- georgie grew up poor in liverpool, and had a scouse accent until she went to oxford

- basira is a huge nerd and will talk about what she's reading to anyone who will listen

- nikola makes an allusion to not having a face

- martin and melanie got along fantastically

- georgie told jon that he needs anchors

- "if something happened to you, or-or god forbid, The Admiral, I-"

- "Don't be a Stranger." georgie thinks she's funny

- michael had a childhood friend who was taken by something like michael (schizophrenic) and that's what drove him to the magnus institut-he never you over what he saw or didn't see

- Hannah is a black woman who works in the library, had a "Thing With The Milk In The Breakroom" in april 2016. Went on maternal leave to have a baby in June of 2017.

- elias enjoys scheduling

- martin zones out when he has to read a statement, and often takes little notice of his surroundings when doing so/about to do so

- martin was looking for a book called "marvelous spiritualism and the circus in tge 19th century" and a guy named tom said tim had it checked out

- danny and tim didn't talk much, but were still close

- Abigail Ellison-who tim calls abby- is a mutual friend of tim and danny's from "back home"

- tim shipped danny and abby

- out of the two of them, danny was more assertive and tim "had never been able to stand in the way of his confidence"

- tim has a big armchair, a printer, and a couch

- melanie has made everyone in the archives cry

- [basira loved wtg until it "took a weird turn in season 3" when they introduced something she thought was odd

- melanie, basira, and martin used to go out for drinks, and martin and basira were gossip buddies

- Melanie's dad had dementia relatively young, but he always remembered her. He called her "Little Moth", and her mothers life insurance helped pay for him to be put into Ivy Meadows Care Home-where he was killed by the Corruption at the hands of John Amherst before Julia and Trevor burnt it down.

- julia is in her early thirties and wears nondescript hard wearing denim

- jon thought that reading statements could be a classical addiction, but decided that even if it was he had no time to, as he put it, "experiment"

- Peter was surprised that elias killed people kimself-implying elias has people to do murders for him. what other murders did he commission

- martin and basira both noticed something wrong with melanie after the Elias Incidint when her work started to deteriorate-martin said she'd always been "quite conscientious"

- right after being told by basira that standing by with a cup of tea wasnt enough, when melanie entered the room Martin immediately offered her a cup of tea.

- Martin knocked over a stack of papers and defended himself by saying that they shouldn't have been there. the absolute madlad

- after micheal stabbed jon, jon told martin he stabbed himself with a bread knife; and martin then proceeded to A) believe him and B) not trust him with anything sharp after that

- Gerry didn't care abt what happened in the unknowing bc he's a book. jon asked if he was serious. Gerry responded that he was, in fact, dead serious.

- gerry teases jon by saying he doesn't know anything before rescinding that statement avd giving the vaguest hint possible. he's such a dickhead i love him

- gerard didn't trust gertrude-he wanted to, but she reminded him of his mother

- gerard called trevor and julia "the van helsings"

- gerry was jealous of lietner bc his mom paid so much attention to them

- mary haunted gerard for 5 years before gertrude destroyed her, and gerry cried with relief when gertrude gave him back the destroyed book

- before the unknowing, daisy was running around killing mannequins and other Strangers

- tim didn't think they would be able to stope the unknowing

- jon would rather have tim where he could see him-which is why he let tim come (guilt guilt guilt guilt GUILT GUILT GUIL GU

- basiras dad couldn't stand people who passively whined about their problems. he always said "If you don't like something, you accept it and you adapt, or you fight, and you change it. Whining doesn't help."

- Melanie was depressed before the unknowing

- jon rambles about his latest insights and melanie wants to punch him.

- martin: "it felt good, weaving my own little web." "Also, i get to burn some stuff, so that's cool"

- basira was the one to suggest that they not tell Melanie they were doing surgery

-Daisy made jon listen to the Archers. "I hate it. but it feels... good, to hate something that can't hurt me"

#the magnus archives #magnuspod #tma #jon sims tma #martin blackwood tma #basira hussain #alice daisy tonner #melanie king #georgie barker #sasha james #not sasha #tim stoker

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the-oblivious-writer · 6 months

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Carpenter Sisters Headcanons

Sam Carpenter & Tara Carpenter

Notes: Just some headcanons of my favorite sisters (aka my beloveds). Wanted to give you something since I've been pretty inactive this month partly due to the Christmas special I'm planning (which is coming soon) I also just love Sam & Tara sm, they will forever live on no matter what

Sam Carpenter

We should all already know this but, Sam is all the above when it comes to Tara. Big sister? Check. Dad? Check. Mom? Check, check, check

Makes Tara carry around a bunch of self-defense weapons like a taser, pepper spray etc

Texts like an old man. She doesn't know a whole bunch of "text lingo" so Tara uses that to her advantage. She'd text you "Kys" thinking it meant "keep yourself safe" because that's what Tara told her. She definitely uses these emojis: 😂 🙂

Is completely lost when it comes to "slang terms" and abbreviations. Tara: "You ate that Sam." Sam: "Ate what? I'm not even eating." Tara's laughed/made fun of her for it while Sam remains confused

Hates being called Samantha. It reminds her of how her mother would scold and ridicule her. When Tara started calling her Sammy, she couldn't be any happier with the given nickname

Never got Tara's love for Horror growing up, but tried to understand for her. In her opinion, it's illogical how most of the characters act, but Tara likes it so she doesn't mind giving it another try

Definitely introverted. She's more outgoing with people she's comfortable with; Tara, Mindy, Chad. Growing up, she never socialized a lot

Will always set everybody else's plate before her own

The Core Four have game nights and it can get... intense. Let's just say on multiple occasions (whether that was Tara buying her out during monopoly or Chad and Mindy giving her yet another +4 in Uno) she has been extremely close to flipping the table

Could laugh to the point where she's gasping for air, I can imagine her and the Core Four just wheezing over the dumbest things

Definitely had "the world doesn't understand me so I cope by blasting music very loudly in my room, not gaf who I piss off" phase. One of the songs she would blast was Creep by Radiohead (canon event. I can't interfere.)

Tara Carpenter

Could sleep anywhere, and always sleeping any chance she gets. I'd say she's a night person, and hates being woken up so early in the morning. And I can imagine she's a sleep talker too

Growing up she had a favorite stuffed animal she carried around everywhere with her and refused to sleep without it

She was a thumbsucker growing up, which she was teased for

Never learned how to ride a bike

She's always hated needles. Whenever she was forced to get a shot when she was younger, she refused to take it without Sam being in the room with her. Sam would let Tara squeeze her hand as tightly as she needed to

Cannot drive for shit. I just know this woman is a bad driver, Sam and the others just hold on to dear life and cross their fingers when Tara gets into the driver's seat

Her car is a complete mess, like you'll just find the randomist stuff in there. There's probably no limit to what you could find if you just try hard enough

She wakes up in the weirdest positions and thinks, "How tf did this even happen-"

Bullies kids on roblox (I don't make the rules)

If someone messes with Sam, they better count their days

She can get soo competitive. If she's winning, you'll know. Can get cocky when celebrating, chanting and everything

Her, Chad, and Mindy would put together one of those "performances" when they were little in order to convince Sam to let them stay up late or have a sleep over. Sam said yes every time

Tara's a shark defender. She believes they're extremely misunderstood creatures

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A/N: I need a Sam & Tara for Christmas

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x you #tara carpenter x you #jenna ortega #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera #tara carpenter headcanons #sam carpenter headcanons #scream headcanons

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aeor-is-for-reccing · 1 year

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Getting Nerdy About Magic: A Rec List

Look below the cut for ten shadowgast fics that all revolve around the wizards nerding out:

SA 4301: Advanced Transmutation, Excerpt Recorded 9th Horisal 1152 PD with Guest Lecturer: E. Widogast, Arch.M by soot_and_salt (1231, General) Warnings: None Archmage Essek Widogast gives a lecture far in the future. Reccer says: The love Essek has for Caleb and his mind is more prevalent than ever in this fic, it's very sweet!

where's the point in hurrying (when waiting feels so great) by TheKnittingJedi (4438, Explicit) Warnings: None Caleb is paying too much attention to his theories and not to his partner, so Essek makes him pay attention. Reccer says: Very hot, very sweet, the interest they both have in the subject Caleb is writing about is evident throughout the fic, even despite the very sexy happenings also occurring.

Like a Steel Trap by kaeda (12519, Explicit) Warnings: None Caleb's keen memory makes Essek very hot and bothered. Reccer says: It's hot! Essek finds Caleb very very hot, and I cannot blame him, for I feel the same.

up and away by royalgreen (allyoop) (8988, Teen) Warnings: no archive warnings apply An alternate take on the Eiselcross arc, where Essek and Caleb have a nerdy wizard study session in the tower before tackling the Nonagon. With lots of pining. Reccer says: In canon the Eiselcross arc was so frantic and the characters were racing against time. There weren't many times for the characters to rest and breathe. This fic helps fill that gap. Lots of wizards being soft, and pining.

The Artifact by Chekhov (14378, Teen) Warnings: None The wizards find a strange, mysterious artifact in Aeor and compete to find out what it is first Reccer says: Very humorous and light hearted, with a lovely twist at the end

you know that time is all we're made of by narspicious (20109, General) Warnings: None *5+1 scenes of Caleb and Essek nerding out over magic, wrestling with their personal insecurities, and tentatively drawing closer together. * Reccer says: It has one of the most beautiful examples I've read of magic as a way to express love. It has celebration of queerplatonic love as no lesser than romantic love- (though ultimately it has the romance as well). It feels like a love letter to the neurodivergent parts of the fandom and to the parts of ourselves that we see reflected in these wizards. It has matching fidget rings.

To the Point of Invention by rakel (1658, General) Warnings: Nope! Caleb takes a closer look at Essek's pen. Reccer says: Nothing

destructive interference by atlasarcana (141219, Mature) Warnings: Warnings for violence, psychological horror, spooky things, family drama and conflicts. Essek has to deal with a monster that looks like an echo of himself and reconcile his relationship with his family and himself. Reccer says: It's prominent in the "it's love that saves people" department, gets into creative homebrew stuff that still makes sense for Matt's world, and has an abundance of touchey gooey romantic scenes. And a happy ending!

small works of cosmic scale by mousecookie (2547, General) Warnings: None Essek overworks himself while improving a spell. Caleb arrives to reel him back in and share perspective. Reccer says: Sweet, funny, looks at magic with a philosophical lens.

We received two recs for this fic:

components: v, s, m by renquise (2784, Explicit) Warnings: None Essek tests Caleb's ability to hold concentration on more than one spell -- and activity -- at once. It gets complicated, and sexy. Reccer 1 says: I love anything renquise writes, and this one is playful and saucy and freaking hot. Reccer 2 says: Hot and spicy, yet also tentative in the face of a developing relationship. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week is going to be all fics that have fewer than 100 kudos!

#shadowgast #Critical Role #CR fics #Caleb Widogast #essek thelyss #CR Fic Recs #Aeor is for lovers

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bearsinpotatosacks · 7 months

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You'll Save Me (Even if I don't know I need it) - Whumptober2023

I tend to deflect when I'm feeling threatened

One random day, Spock and McCoy are beamed off the ship without warning. A few weeks later, Jim finds them but they're in very different states.

For day 18 of @whumptober . Also on AO3.

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The corridors were quiet, serene and sterile. Not white, like most horror movies made it seem. But a pale yellow colour with blue benches outside each door. No one had noticed them yet, because there was no one to notice. Well, they hadn’t tried to break out their friends yet.

"Which rooms are we looking for again?" Jim asked the landing parry.

"Rooms 14, and 37, Captain." Said Chekov.

Why were they so split up? They'd been taken together so why separate them? Unless they were sorting by different criteria. He was really starting to miss Spock’s analysis.

“So any one of these then?” He asked, noticing the numbers around them.

“Actually, yes, Captain.”

They took a second to look around and spotted Room 14. There was a passcode on the door, of course there was, Spock would’ve walked out if there wasn’t one. He shrugged, not caring if an alarm was raised, and hit the panel with three blasts of his phaser. The door opened with a click.

Kicking the door open, he saw Spock in a serene state. He wasn’t shocked. It was Spock. But he knew that despite how calm he seemed on the exterior, there was usually a storm on the inside.

He was sat with his eyes closed, deep in meditation with his legs crossed as he sat in the middle of a white room. The bed was white, flat and basic, apart from a basic box room in the corner that he assumed a was a bathroom. As they moved into the room, he snapped his eyes opened.

“Captain.” He said.

No ‘is that you’? No questions. Because of course he wouldn’t. He was Spock. He’d be analysing every second of this, noticing the difference in the room, the air and the way they moved. He knew it was them.

“Mister Spock, mind if we break you out?”

“Interesting question, Captain, because your behaviour is suggesting that you weren’t giving me an option-” He said, getting up and walking toward him.

Jim just smiled. Spock stopped mid speech and cocked his head.

“Was that a joke?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, it was not very funny.”

Jim couldn’t be angry at all. He’d missed this, their back and forth, his days had been to quiet since he’d been beamed off last week. Bones too, they’d been taken together, randomly, with no warning. Talking of Bones.

“You wouldn’t happen to have seen Bones, would you?”

“No, Captain, why?”

He didn’t know?

“He went missing too, beamed off the same time as you,” he walked out of the room, Spock followed. “We’ve located his pattern as being here, alongside yours.”

“Fascinating.”

They began to walk, following Chekov as he led them presumably toward Room 37. Spock was still in his uniform, his familiar haircut grown out a millimetre more and was dishevled in a way he’d never seen before. It was a little bit unsettling.

“Do you know what all of this is about?” He said. “I assume that you have some idea with all the time you’ve had to think.”

“Indeed. I hypothesise that this is an experiment of some sort, with how controlled things were, every day was the same, there was as little input in those rooms as possible so as to not interfere with whatever they were testing for. That, I haven’t figured out yet, I have not seen the other subjects, so I cannot make an assumption on that fact.”

“Yes, we haven’t seen much else either. Does the fact that Dr McCoy was taken change anything?”

He took a second to think. They continued to walk through the corridors that were all starting to look the same when an alarm sounded. He was beginning to wonder when that was going to start. You don’t break into a place and not get chased.

Starting into a jog, he said to Spock, “How about we continue this conversation later?”

“That would be wise Captain, I think we’re being chased.”

He looked over his shoulder and saw three armed guards all with phasers of their own running down the corridor. The yellow stained walls were turning orange from the flashing red lights. A bleeping alarm was making it hard to hear anything but he managed to speak anyway.

“Mr Chekov, how far away are we?”

“It should be any one of these rooms, Captain!”

With the lights flashing, and the guards getting closer in his peripheral vision, it was hard to find the room yet he found it. He threw a phaser to Spock and opened the door the same way he’d opened the other, by blasting it to pieces. But this time, he didn’t see someone serene, calm and managing in the only way they’d been taught. His stomach dropped.

The room was equally as well lit. When they walked in, the sounds from outside, the alarm, the guards, was swallowed up until they sounded distant and foggy. Bones was sat at the back wall. His hands in his hair and red rimmed eyes as he stared blankly at them.

“Bones?” He said, more softly this time. “It’s us.”

“The toe bones’ connected to the foot bone, the foot bones’ connected to the ankle bone, the ankle bones’ connected to the leg bone,” he sang under his breath, not listening to him at all it seemed.

He stepped closer, ignoring the part of him scared of the guards approaching, who wanted to grab Bones over his shoulder and run out. But he knew better. His doctor was delicate, sensitive.

“Bones, it’s me, Jim,” he said again, crouching down so he was in his line of vision.

“The leg bone's connected to the knee bone, the knee bone's connected to the thigh bone, the thigh bone's connected to the hip bone,”

His eyes shifted from the wall behind him to Jim himself. He still didn’t stop his song.

“The hip bone's connected to the back bone, the back bone's connected to the neck bone, the neck bone's connected to the head bone,”

“Bones, Leonard, McCoy, please, look at me, it’s me, Jim,”

He pulled a risky move and reached out to him. He didn’t move his hand away when he did. In fact, the risk payed off, he seemed to wake up. Had they done something to him? Part of their experiment?

“Stop,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “I know you’re not real and interacting doesn’t help anything, now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna carry on singing my song.”

Jim huffed and held his hand closer, pulling him toward him. In a fit of impulse, he used is weight to pull him off the floor. Bones didn’t look too happy.

“Now stop it. I don’t know if they’re giving me somethin’ or my mind’s just a bit more fragile than I thought it was, but I am not letting something in my head affect me so.”

Spock stepped forward. “Doctor, in your professional opinion, can one speak to their hallucinations in this way?”

“Well, that’s a complicated question-”

“Can one speak to their hallucinations like this?”

“I guess not-”

“So, we’re real then?”

Bones deflated but smiled. Fatigue was written all over his face. There was something unhinged in his eyes. He hadn’t been meditating, that was for sure.

“I guess, but-”

“But what?” Jim tried to pull him toward the door. The guards were approaching and he wanted to get out of here before they were all put in these cells.

“I’ve dreamt of this Jim, I’ve seen it, this place it, it makes things all wonky, how do I know this is real?”

Jim stepped forward and placed his hand on his cheek. He smiled as Bones lent into it subconsciously.

“That’s how.”

Bones sighed and nodded. “Let’s get going.”

He took his hand as he pulled him along. The guards were right outside the door. Chekov and a few security officers were firing their phasers with precision that only came with practice. He appreciated how it didn’t take long for them to clear the way.

Bones clung to him, his hand gripping his arm like a lifeline. The alarm was still blaring as Jim pulled out his communicator.

“Scotty, can you beam us up?”

“Sure, Captain, have you got them?”

“Yeah, six to beam up.”

Jim felt himself being pulled. The sound of the transporter playing over the general chaos of the hallway.

“Can you keep it down? I’ve only had silence for however long I was in there,”

There was his Bones.

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This was going to be an AOS fic but I decided to change it to TOS. I think it's how I wrote Spock's speech, it just gave Leonard Nimoy vibes. Also I didn't intend for mckirk to be in there but there isn't enough tos mckirk from what i've seen. I also interpreted this as the people were just holding an experiment, whereas for the people they're experimenting on think it's torture. Thanks for reading! @whumptober-archive

#whumptober 2023 #fic #star trek tos #star trek #tortured for information #i tend to deflect when i'm feeling threatened #leonard mccoy #jim kirk #spock #pavel chekov #leonard bones mccoy #bones mccoy #bones tos #james t kirk #captain kirk #spock tos #bear writes

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Book Ramblings and Review of:

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Vol. 2 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou

Say you’ve been given the opportunity to turn back the hands of the clock and become younger. With this amazing (or perhaps unsettling) opportunity, you are presented with two options: Return to your teenage years in an alternative timeline in which you must relive your life, but have agency over what happens next, or remain in your current timeline, but assume your form from childhood. With this latter option, since being a child can be tough, you can briefly return to your adult form via some pills with limited availability.

Yes, I do think of some of the strangest discussion questions to ramble about because of books, and today’s scenario is courtesy of The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Vol. 2 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou.

I read The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Vol. 1 awhile ago, but I have been meaning to catch up with all of the xianxia novels I have. It is certainly one of my favorite genres. I have always enjoyed high fantasy settings filled with unexplained powers, demons, and fae. The world of The Husky and His White Cat Shizun is immersive in its wonderful world building that gives the reader just the right amount of time to explore each unique location without being too overbearing. My initial concern going into Vol. 2 was that I was going to forget what happened in the previous volume and, while the novel begins just near the end of the events that occurred in the first volume at Jincheng Lake, thus causing me to wonder “Wait, where are we again?”, the novel is kind in reminding us as to what the main threats are in carefully crafted ways that don’t drag the reader out of the natural flow of the story.

In this volume, our main character, Mo Ran, witnesses more events come to pass, but in sometimes peculiar ways. Many of the events that he was ready to face again have changed without his interference. It’s almost like someone is pulling the strings and an unsettling question looms over him: Was he really the only one who went back in time? If not, this could spell doom for him. Afterall, in his original life, he was a tyrannical emperor with no small number of enemies that would gladly wish for his demise. One such unique event is the existence of Xia Sini-- a young child hailing from a neighboring clan. This boy who seems so familiar and yet is a new ally in Mo Ran’s eyes is actually much closer to him than he could have ever guessed. In fact, this young boy is none other than his shizun, Chu Wanning! Injured in a previous battle, Chu Wanning is forced into regressing into the body of his childhood self until he heals. Of course, no one must find out; especially Mo Ran. It’s truly a curse at first, but perhaps something can be gained from this. Will Chu Wanning and Mo Ran gain a deeper understanding of each other even in the face of peril?

Fitting for a series about turning back the clock, the main conflict of this novel takes place in the mystical Peach Blossom Spring in which Chu Wanning’s three disciples and Xia Sini are invited to train under the tutelage of the Feathered Tribe. One training includes entering a simulated scenario of a tragedy that had occurred, and defeat the perpetrator. However, unlike Mo Ran’s situation, the past events happening in this simulation cannot be changed. This leads to some gut-wrenching moments including one moment that made me really feel the hopelessness of the poor innocents who had to live through the event. That is one compliment I must give to the author: She knows how to write feelings of hopelessness and hope incredibly well. She is able to drag characters to their lowest while also ensuring that there is still something to live (or die) for. I was never a fan of horror, but the horrific scenes in this novel were engaging because of how complicated they were: Decisions to risk the lives of one or many, whether it is better to live with a heart full of vengeance or let bygones be bygones, and the amount of intense emotions from all directions of people who just want to live. I absolutely zoomed through those scenes at the edge of my seat, wondering how the characters would react and get out of these situations. Along the way, clues abound concerning the main mystery of the novel, making each scene decisive to the overall plot.

Since this novel is so dependent on its two main characters, I would be remiss if I did not speak about them. In this volume, I felt like Chu Wanning took center stage with his frustrations in being resorted to fight in the body of a child and his newfound understanding of facets of Mo Ran’s character that Mo Ran would never reveal in front of his shizun. Mo Ran receives some wonderful character development this time around and asks some important questions: “What does he truly want?” and “What is actually valuable to him?”. I believe that these kinds of questions are crucial for every main character to ask themselves to varying degrees and it was enjoyable to see the natural progression of Mo Ran’s character as he tackles them.

I already have the next three volumes on my shelf and I look forward to reading more. The wonderful thing about this series is that there is a massive and creative community behind it. I am absolutely spoiled with the amount of fan content for it and have chibi figurines of the two main characters. I’ve enjoyed what I’ve read so far and look forward to future volumes. If you are interested in checking out this series for yourself, please be aware of the trigger warnings. There is some content that might be unsettling for those who are younger and tropes that could be unappealing to those who are older. This is a series you want to be a little prepared for, in my opinion.

Returning to my hypothetical scenario at the beginning of this book ramble/review, what option would I choose? There are certainly pros and cons of each. The pros of going back in time are that you are conscious of what is to happen and can even fix mistakes that filled you with regrets in your former timeline. The cons are that reliving the past can hurt and, even despite our best interests and determination, some things cannot change. If you can’t change the future enough, then life may even become dull in its predictability. Naturally, this can be rectified if you are indeed able to radically change your future, but that is dependent on the situations that come your way.

As for assuming your child form once again in your current timeline, the pros are that you are given some extra time to develop on inherent skills that you have and, by also being able to turn into an adult as need be, you can accomplish different tasks with varying rates of success. This skill would definitely be useful in espionage (though… don’t do that). Life is still an exciting mystery. However, then we look at the cons… All the people that you’ve formed connections with are older than you now and will continue living their life without waiting for you to “catch up”. If you want to fit in, you have to form new kinds of connections, but everyone remembers you as the adult who turned into a child. This option is one filled with loneliness. While you do have some pills that can turn you into an adult, they are of a limited quantity, meaning that there is the risk that you’ll be left behind by a gap of years forever. Fortunately for Chu Wanning, this curse is created from a loss of spiritual power due to the confrontation at Jincheng Lake featured in the last volume and, once he builds up this power again after several years, he’ll no longer resort to looking like a child, and regain his adult figure. In that case, other than espionage (which you really shouldn’t do), is there any benefit to what he has gone through?

Naturally, everyone leads a unique life. One option may indeed be better than the other depending on what we’ve gone through to get where we are today. Perhaps future volumes will reveal further intricacies to both Mo Ran’s and Chu Wanning’s unique situations, but until then, I’ll be heading to that alternative timeline, thank you very much!

I am participating in the 13 Moons Reading Challenge! This book fulfills the prompt: Snow Moon - The word White in the title.

#The Husky and His White Cat Shizun #Erha #Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun #Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou #Book Review #Xianxia #Fantasy #Historical Fantasy #Danmei #Bookblr

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mag 115 - taking stock

cannibalism does not phase me. i'm pretty meh on most body horror, honestly, but cannibalism in particular is something that i just do not find scary. this is a good statement, enjoyable enough i guess, but this comes across as much more bizarre than terrifying to me. salesa in general is a very interesting figure though, because, unlike other people who tried to tame the fears into their possesion without getting taken by them (most notably mary keay and leitner) he actually ends up mostly fine. yeah, he's dead by the end of it, but it's in relative peace, on mostly his own terms, and pretty much succeding with the goal of not becoming an avatar or playing too much into the hands of any entity

jon is once again displaying how he is a person of action. i think that is a really important aspect of his character - he cannot just sit around and wait for things to happen. which is both very fitting for the eye in that it leasds him to search out knowledge but also somewhat contradictory since the eye usually prefers to sit back and watch rather than interfere. it's a very good trait for elias to exploit, though

it only very recently occured to me that jon might be right about helen here? she could just be faking it to gain sympathy. yeah, it might seem like it fails, but she does manage to plant a seed of relatability in him, something that i think makes him keep her alive for so much longer than he otherwise would have. helen is such a charismatic figure that she not only manages to weasel her way into the sympathies of the characters, but also of the audience! she is so well written that many of us like her despite all of the awful things she do over and over again. or maybe she is being true. maybe this is a genuine crisis. we never get to know, we never get a proper answer. the spiral manages to break through the fourth wall and plant doubt in us, too

#tma #a mag a day #mag 115

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Farscape rewatch: 3x16-3x19

No, I have no thoughts for the second half of Infinite Possibilities; it makes me too depressed. There is a reason my rewatch pretty much stopped dead around there.

I do have thoughts, all jumbled together, about the following four eps: Revenging Angel, The Choice,Fractures and I Yensch, You Yensch

I am sure a gazillion people before me noted that Talyn John and Moya John are synchronized in their bouts with death: at the time Talyn John dies of radiation is when Moya John is in his coma in RA.

But what I really want to talk about (though I am sure plenty of people have noted it as well) is that Aeryn and the remaining John are also synchronized in their decision whether to go on. RA is bookmarked by IP on one side, but by The Choice on the other.

Crichton's subconscious, in a coma, needs to find a reason to wake up, a reason to live. If you think about it, there doesn't seem to be that much going even not-wrong in his life, let alone right. He is still hunted by Scorpius, the crew is fracturing and turning on each other from stress (it's a subtle but ever present point that without Aeryn and even Rygel, the Moyans are not cohesive functioning unit and the cracks and frustrations begin to show). More importantly, Aeryn has abandoned him to be with other John. He is not actively suicidal (been there, done that) but passively I don't think he cares as much as he usually does. It is an interesting and wholly Farscape irony that the John with everything to live for sacrifices himself, and the John with nothing chooses to live.

Ultimately, being Crichton, he does find the meaning in going on, and being Crichton, his meaning is in loving Aeryn. The revenge, that works as such a motivator for Scorpius, and ergo Harvey, isn't really John's thing at all, something other 'bad guys' seem to consistently misunderstand, Grayza about to be the latest in the long line (Scorpius, to his credit, learns that John is different, even if he cannot understand it and is only following the guideposts mechanically). In a way, it is not because Crichton is so noble or what not. It's a measure of sanity preservation on his part. If he was obsessed with revenge, fixating on righting every wrong done him, he would be haunted and tormented forever: dwelling on all the horrors that happened to him, being faced with sheer impossibility to avenge all of them. Trying to pay back all the misery Crais, Scorpius, Grayza, Scarrans etc gave him is humanly impossible. Not just because no one has that kind of resources and that would also interfere with staying alive, but because that amount of misery is unpaybackable and promises no life beyond it (Consider. Once Scorpius gets to wipe out the Scarrans. What would he do with himself then?)

But anyway, in a breathtaking bit of Farscape irony, Crichton decides that Aeryn and love are his reason for living at the same time as Aeryn decides the only way for her to go on is to lock these feelings away, become the unfeeling soldier machine. The Choice is a wonderful episode, so full of grieving and memories and loss. And part of the reason she decides to give up is yes, not to experience that pain again (I remember LiP eps in S2 and Casanova guy's comment about loving hurting but it being worth it. That maxim is put to its most brutal test here). Of course, she eventually decides that it is worth the pain and the risk (but significantly, they chose to die together in 4.22 rather than try to continue alone). But not now. And also, her other reason for locking it all away? She invested so much in ignoring that there is the other John out there, to block the thought of him, because otherwise the situation is untenable, so I don't think she can face it again, head on, not right away, not with emotions unlocked.

And so we get Fractures and IYYY, so full of pain. I sort of die at Crichton's hopefulness and state of giddy excitement in Fractures, and how everything just dies with her 'Hello John.' And their painful non-conversations, and the fact that she forgets in the heat of the moment he isn't Talyn John and the pause. And the fact that his sense of self is tied with Aeryn to the degree where she is the arbiter whether he is the copy or not. I love you, show but you are brutal as hell.

#farscape

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one thing i really appreciate about paper hearts, which is a classic x-file, is how non-sensational it is. the horror of john lee roach is how mundane and normal he seems, and the cat and mouse game he plays with mulder as a diversion from his boring and depression incarceration is made even more horrifying by his apparent mildness. this was, after all, how he evaded suspicion for years

roach is a cruel, cruel man, but the cruelty is remarkably subtle, lurking beneath a calm voice, familiarity, and affable bedside manner

the other really interesting thing about this episode is how quickly mulder reorders his world to accept new possibilities. even after seeing actual honest to god CLONES of samantha, mulder seriously entertains the possibility she was killed by roach

in his desperation to have closure for his sister's disappearance, mulder will literally accept any possibility, no matter how extreme or whether it contradicts what he believes he already knows. there's a painful desperation in it, and the episode tells us why by exploring mulder's memories in great detail

mulder blames himself. i skipped most of season 1 this rewatch, but i'm pretty sure this is the first time we get a clear play by play of samantha's abduction, along with the details 1) fox was "put in charge" when his parents went next door 2) fox got his father's gun, but froze and was unable to use it. mulder was young when the event happened and was never able to process it. watching him grasp for the line roach throws is gut-wrenching

scully runs interference this episode, and is once again reminded she cannot leave her partner alone for 5 seconds without him running off and doing a thing. ( i GUESS they'll just have to stay together FOREVER oh well) there is a sweet huggy (yes, this one is properly defined as 'huggy') at the end.

to sum it up: an emotionally-riveting character episode which ratchets up the tension until the final confrontation and provides partner emotional support with huggy, profiler!mulder action, and clues as to why mulder does mulder. 4 out of 5 sunflower seeds. (and maybe 1 for the road)

#txf telly tag

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 31: Love the Way You Lie Part 2: Eminem and Rihanna

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warning: Mind control, horrors of war

Translations: Ni kar'tayl su: I know/love you

Previous chapter:

Next chapter:

Tech slid under the paneling on the bridge of the Venator class wreckage, trying to get the power back on for them to scope out what they could steal. The data on the master drive might almost be worth staying on Bracca a little longer. Miria was helping him, working at getting into the ship’s inventory manifest. Wrecker was supposed to be teaching Omega to disarm explosives outside while they worked and Echo and Hunter went poking around for what they could find in the dark.

Miria played with the bandages under her collar absentmindedly, puzzling out the verification codex in front of her. “How is your neck? The vertebra and larynx are already quite delicate in that area of the body, and you are thin framed…” Tech looked up, the yellow tint of his frames visible even with his helmet on.

“I’m okay, dear. I’m just fidgeting, that’s all.” She sighed. “I have a lot on my mind. Not as much as you do, I’m sure. But still, it’s a bit of a jumble.”

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He offered after a moment. “I won’t pry if you’re uncomfortable, but… I would like to help.”

She looked over with a chuckle “You do help. You all do… I’m just worried. About all of you. About how we’re going to survive. How the fighting never seems to end… I’m worried about Omega, and how we’re going to provide for her and protect her when I’m getting sicker and you guys have never been around a child before. I’m worried… about Crosshair. .About how alone he must be, and what happens if I can’t reach him before it’s too late. About the Jedi that survived, about Caleb and Obi-wan… and the one’s I don’t know if they’re alive or dead. And I don’t want to stress any of you more than you already are.”

“The high levels of cortisol aren’t good for you either, Miri.” Tech murmured. “It interferes with your cellular regeneration. Which you already have issues with.” He slid further under the panel, plasma welder hard at work. “I cannot help without data. You have to talk to us.”

“Sorry.” She looked sheepish. “I just… didn’t want to be a burden. You already risked a lot to pick me up from Kaller... and have been protecting me ever since.”

“It was the logical course of action. You are our commanding officer, and Jedi. As a team member, you are an invaluable asset. You also have a perspective on the galaxy that we are not capable of recreating on our own, because we were raised in a strict military hierarchy. Your insight completes a picture of the galaxy for us that could be the difference between survival or death.” He mused, pulling a wire loose and splicing it to the one next to it. “And we had chosen collectively to bring Omega with us, and you are the only one who knows anything about children. Plus, we care about you and you would not have survived on Kaller much longer alone.”

She chuckled softly. “I like the way you explain things. Like it’s so obvious, when it doesn’t feel that way at all.”

“Everything is obvious from a certain viewpoint. You just have to find that viewpoint. I enjoy your perspective on things for that reason.”

She climbed down on the floor as the lights finally came on. “Neither one of us is going to fit under that other panel…”

“Too much armor. Call Omega, she’ll fit.” He chuckled.

Miria nodded and lifted her comm. “Omega, sweetheart. Can you come up to the bridge? Tech and I need your help.”

“Coming!” The girl giggled happily.

Tech chuckled. “I’m growing quite fond of her, too… I didn’t believe having a child on board would be anything but unpleasant. But she’s been pleasantly surprising.”

Miria nodded thoughtfully. Omega was the heart and soul of the batch now, keeping their spirits light enough to stay alive when the situation threatened to drown them.

And like she knew the air on the bridge was getting too somber, Omega popped up cheerfully. “I’m here!”

Tech smiled. “Will you get under that panel? The ship's master drive is there, and I still need to copy it.”

“Okay.” She smiled cheerfully. Miria chuckled and flipped through the manifest, counting munitions.

“How did explosives training go?” The jedi smiled.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. I couldn’t disarm the bomb.” Omega huffed.

“Neither could Wrecker on his first try.” Tech chuckled, getting back under the panel he was working on.

Miria chuckled. “You never get better until you learn. And with your brothers looking out for you, you can learn safely.”

“Yeah… I did learn now to take down a scrapper hovership though!” Omega giggled.

The Jedi’s brows furrowed. “Were we spotted?”

“Hunter says we’ll have everything we need and be off Bracca before they wake up. They’re knocked out now.”

Miria sighed. “Alright. But let’s make it quick. You never know who anyone’s working for any more…” She looked at Tech. “It was easy back when you knew who your allies were by their armor.”

He nodded. Omega tucked herself under to connect to the master drive. “Tech? What was the war like?” She finally murmured.

“”It was a primary mission objective comprised of battles on various fronts.”

“But what was it like?”

“I just told you.” Tech leaned out of his little work space to look at her curiously.

Miria smiled as Omega made a frustrated noise. “I’ll tell you about it sometime, sweet girl. But not now.”

“Okay. I bet all of you have really interesting stories to tell.”

“Interesting, perhaps. But they aren’t glorious. War is hell, Omega.” Her jedi’s eyes went dull and sad for a moment, before all three of them were startled by a flash of pulsing red light on the dash.

“What’s this blinking for?” Omega frowned.

Tech took Miria’s offered hand and let her pull him upright. “It’s the proximity sensor… it’s most likely a short circuit.”

Miria frowned, eyes darting to the viewport as three ships raced past. “No such luck. Call Hunter.” She reached into her gear bag and pulled out a set of binocs, looking down as the ships landed.

“Hunter, we have company.” Tech murmured.

“Scrappers?” The sergeant sounded hopeful.

“The Empire…” Tech looked at Omega, who immediately stiffened.

“Report?” Hunter’s voice dropped to the hardened military bark they were all so familiar with. Tech held his comm out to Miria as she looked through the binocs.

“Three Nu class attack shuttles. Fully loaded…” Even through the comm, Hunter heard her voice hitch in a sharp breath. In the double cradle of the binocs, a tall man in dark armor was walking out of the shuttle. He was clearly the commander, the way the others all deferred to his look was unmistakable. There was a unit in black armor like his, stark contrast to the white clone armor. Elite troopers, they had to be. But even with his helmet on, Miria would have known the way he walked anywhere. “Hunter. It’s Crosshair.”

“Are you sure?”

Sure enough, Crosshair lifted his helmet and put a toothpick in his mouth. Even from this far, she could see his face was a little thinner, brows pinched harder, his scowl dragging deeper lines around his eyes. “I’m certain.”

“I’ll jam their sensors. They’ll never know we’re here.” Tech offered.

“That won’t stop him.” Miria whispered, hands shaking just a little as she looked down at the face she loved most in the galaxy, that she hadn’t seen in so long… a face that was leading the enemy right to her. A face that was commanding the enemy. “He knows us too well. Especially me….”

“What do you propose?” Tech frowned, looking worriedly at Omega. The Jedi hadn’t lowered her binocs yet, not ready to look away from Crosshair.

“Get everyone to the hall in front of the med bay. Whatever we’ve got has got to be enough for Cid, because they’ll board this ship the minute he figures out we’re jamming him.”

“You think he’ll figure it out?” Omega frowned.

Miria leaned in as Crosshair stiffened, turning around to one of the elite squad and snatching his toothpick out of his mouth in the same motion. “He just did.”

“They'll do forward to aft sweeps. It’s standard procedure.” Echo murmured once they’d all met back up. “We could try alternating corridors.”

Hunter and Miria looked at each other. “We’ll be playing keepaway in the dark like this.” He grumbled. “We need access to their comm channels.”

“Working on it.” Tech murmured.

Miria chewed her lip, trying to think like Crosshair. “Omega. Put my helmet on.” She murmured finally. “And stay close to Hunter and I.”

“You think I’m gonna need a helmet?” Omega asked nervously as Miria knelt and crowned her gently with the black and red helm.

“I don’t know. But I know I’ll do anything to protect you. Can you see okay?” Miria cupped the cheek grooves like it was the child’s face.

“Y-yeah…”

“Keep that bow handy then sweetheart. I don’t know how this will end.”

“All the more reason for you to need a helmet, Miri.” Wrecker murmured.

“It might work to our advantage if Crosshair can see my face.” She murmured. “Any luck, Tech?”

“Just got in.” he fiddled with the comm setting a moment. The group backed into an alcove as a group of clone troopers went past, fortunately not being spotted. “He’s ordering them to push us towards the hangar to pin us down.”

Hunter nodded. “Basic plan, easy to get around. We’ll head for the artillery decks.”

Miria frowned, looking at him. “This plan is too simple for Crosshair. Too straightforward, this isn’t how he operates…”

“Empire must be making him lose his touch. C’mon.” Wrecker took her by the arm and pulled her behind him like a ragdoll, while she wrestled with the idea that she was missing something.

They made it to the deck with relative speed, but before their boots could do much more than make contact with the deck flooring, they were under fire and backed into a corner by clone troopers. Hunter and Miria were out front, shielding their team. Miria had decided if she was going to get murdered she’d do it with her lightsaber in her hands, and deflected a shot that struck a trooper standing right beside the approaching Imperial commander right in the face.

He didn’t even twitch as the man went down. “Hacking our comms to determine our movements. How predictable.”

His voice sounded colder, but it still had the power to make a shudder rise up Miria’s spine. She forced it down, tightening her grip on her saber and straightening her shoulders, forcing her lavender eyes to his visor. “Hello, my darling.” She murmured quietly.

“Good to see you too, Crosshair.” Wrecker growled.

Tech nudged Echo towards the laser cannon control panel behind him, whispering quietly. “Reroute the reserve power to the cannons.”

“Are you insane? This deck will collapse.” Echo hissed.

“Precisely.”

Tech covered Echo’s movements, while Miria made the decision to keep Crosshair’s attention squarely on her. His helmet had canted after every little movement she made so far. She walked even with Hunter, who immediately reached to steady her arm with his free hand.

Crosshair very much did not like that. “Look at you. Scavenging like rats.” He hissed, attention fixing on Hunter.

“Then why are you hunting us down, if we’re nothing but rats?” Hunter hissed right back.

“Because you’re all traitors.” Crosshair lifted his rifle. “In position.”

The troopers surrounded them, every gun trained on the little group. Miria stared right at the commander's helmet, unflinching. “Cross.” She murmured. “This isn’t you.”

It hadn’t worked on Wrecker, she didn’t expect it to work on Crosshair. But his helmet moved towards her face like he was drawn to it. “Quiet.”

“No.” Her hands were up, eyes wide. “This isn’t you, Crosshair. This is the inhibitor chip. But I know you. Ni kar'tayl su.”

The clone troopers all seemed a little confused. The elite squad clearly had no idea what she’d just said. Crosshair went visibly stiff. Omega pushed forward, trying to take advantage of Miria’s effect on him. “She’s telling the truth. The Kaminoans put chips in all the clone’s heads.”

Crosshair looked at the girl with her arm hooked around the Jedi’s waist, eyes wide and pleading at him. “Aim for the kid.”

Miria’s jaw clenched and Hunter stepped up. “Your issue is with me. Leave her alone.” He pointed his blaster directly at the sniper. Crosshair pointed his rifle at Omega.

Before anyone could shoot anyone, Tech and Echo got the laser cannon firing. Like Echo had predicted, the deck started to splinter under them. Hunter took advantage of the mass shock and quickly shot several clone troopers. Omega dutifly shot one trooper with her bow. Miria grabbed the girl as wreckage rained down on them, spotting a huge chunk of durasteel falling directly down on the spindly form of the Imperial commander.

Crosshair watched the debris slow their descent, giving him time to avoid being killed even if it did still pin him. Miria looked back at him, wide eyed, and clutched Omega tighter, running after the batch with the child in her arms. But she’d… saved his life…

“Hurry, up this way.” Miria set Omega on her feet and sent the girl climbing off the side of the deck. “We’ll have to get out another way.”

“This leads to the engine.” Tech murmured.

“Bigger problem. Flamethrower!” Wrecker jumped as a jet of fire came within inches of his helmet. He threw the proton torpedo he’d been carrying, right into the trooper’s face. “Direct hit!”

“There’s no time for gloating. We need to go through the ion engine.” Tech murmured. “Slide down this way, one at a time. There should be a curve at the bottom that will slow your slide and a ridge you can climb out of.”

Hunter went first, gun out, and Miria followed with Omega in her lap holding tight. Once everyone was down, they started picking their way through the inside of the engine.

“I’ve never been inside an engine before…” Omega whispered, falling back a little to hold Wreckers hand.

“It would be weirder if you had.” He shrugged.

Tech looked around, his nerdy little heart filled with interest. “These ion chambers are an engineering marvel, Wrecker. The primary blast coating is capable of withstanding-”

Wrecker pushed him forward. “Yeah yeah, no one cares.”

Hunter rolled his eyes and slowed his steps to let Miria catch up. Her nose was dripping blood steadily now down the front of her armor. “I know you stopped that roof cave in from crushing him.”

“Of course I did.” She muttered, looking head to the end of the ion chamber like the view was spectacularly fascinating instead of just rusted durasteel and womp rats. “You expect me to just let him die?”

“He’s trying to kill us right now.”

“I know. It’s certainly putting a damper on our reunion.” She shook her head.

When they reached the end of the chamber, Hunter narrowly avoided being shot and tucked back inside. “Great. He’s out there.” Hunter grumbled. “You couldn’t have piled heavy stuff on top of him?”

“No.” She peeked carefully around the edge of the chamber opening.

“You’re surrounded, Hunter.” Crosshair chuckled from his position on the open hatch of his shuttle. “You’re not getting away this time.”

Miria gritted her teeth. “We have to go b…” A rush of engine sounds behind her sucked the air from her lungs. “Is… that engine coming on?”

“That shouldn’t be possible.” Echo turned around. Sure enough, the center of the chamber was starting to suck air in, and the immediate heat was building enough to break them all out in a sweat.

“I activated the main power core when I accessed the central system.” Tech murmured. “It is possible.”

“Crosshair wouldn’t actually kill us, would he?” Omega stared at Miria’s face, which sat pale and strangely impassive as she stared at the starting engine.

“How long do we have, Tech?” She murmured over the building hum.

“I predict less than two minutes.”

Miria nodded. Whatever panic and hurt she was feeling had given way to a sort of high-pitched whine in her head that she couldn’t shake. Like she was so overloaded that all but emergency services had shut down completely in her brain. “We need a plan. Quickly.”

“What about Plan 7?” Wrecker offered.

“Plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation at all!” Echo groaned.

Hunter looked at Tech. “What about the explosives we took? Could we disable the engine?”

Tech shook his head, eyes tracking back and forth. “We didn’t take enough to cause a large enough reaction. It won’t disrupt the thermal chamber… but if we set off a series of smaller detonations around the cone here, we could detach it from the cylinder and destabilize the core.”

“What happens when the cylinder comes off?” Omega paled.

Miria looked at her. “We ride it down.”

“All the way down?”

“It’s that or get roasted.” Hunter sighed. “Everyone grab a detonator. Echo, Tech, and Wrecker get the bottom. Omega, Miri, up top with me.”

They scattered, clambering up the curve of the cone’s edge to slap the detonators into position. “Keep my helmet on, Omega. It’s going to be bumpy.” Miria murmured, catching the girl when she jumped from the top into her arms. “Get as far out of range as you can, guys!”

They backed up from the edge of the cone, as far as they could before they were sitting ducks for Crosshair’s men.

Miria peeked out once more, trying to spot a glimpse of silver hair. Even if he was trying to murder them, at least he was alive. She had to have some kind of hope this wasn’t the way it would always be. That he didn’t actually hate her, didn’t really want her dead. That one day she could look into his eyes again and see that he loved her…

He wasn’t hard to spot, helmet off. He was smirking darkly, watching what he thought was about to be their deaths up close.

Too close.

When the cylinder collapsed, the engine flare would have nothing blocking it. It would fry everything in range… He could be killed.

Like flipping a switch, all her panic returned and she screamed as loud as she could against the droning engine initiating sequence and the sound of the thermal detonators going off.

“CROSSHAIR BACK UP!”

Then she was falling, inside the spinning broken cylinder that dropped just before the engine flared to life with blue fire. She and the batch were tumbling all over each other and bouncing, curling up to protect themselves and sent hurtling out different directions like popcorn reaching temp and exploding.

She was airborne, and then she was on the ground, and everything bloomed into pain before her consciousness oozed from her head like spilled whiskey and she blacked out.

“CROSSHAIR BACK UP!”

He barely heard the voice, screaming and ragged with panic, as he gave the order for the engines to be engaged. His spine went ramrod straight against his will.

Miria?

She sounded so scared, his little Jedi. She never screamed like that, not even when they’d faced down hundreds of chances for death to claim them. He’d never heard her sound like-

She was in that engine. The engine he’d just ordered to turn on.

What am I doing?

Before he could move, either to reconsider the order or push on with his mission, a series of explosions rocked the inside perimeter of the engine. The internal cylinder went sliding off, straight down into the open maw of scrap parts and darkness.The jet of uncontained ion engine flame shot forward and out, bathing everything in blue and shooting Crosshair and his men off his feet. He was thrown into the open shuttle on his ass. He tried to shield his face, getting his comm up as his skin blistered and burned. “Turn… the engine… off…!”

“Yes sir!”

The flame receded and he collapsed over, shaking and groaning in agony. He was burned even under the armor, he could feel it, and he was half-blinded from the bright light so close to his face. He hadn’t been in this much pain since interrogation resistance training when he was a cadet.

At least then, he’d had his brothers. And every other time he’d been injured in the war, he’d had….

Miria tried to warn me…

He couldn’t keep a straight line of thought and crumpled, his men came running to get him. “Get a medic!” One of the clones yelled into his comm. Crosshair couldn’t track what all he was saying, but he could hold on to one thought.

Miria. He needed to catch her, and his brothers. They were leaving… without him… again. “They’ll… be heading for their ship…” he mumbled. “Make sure they… don’t get off world…”

“Yes sir. We need a medic!” The clone trooper commed again, and the pain Crosshair felt finally dissipated into blessed darkness.

#eventual smut #explict #original character #crosshair #crosshair smut #clone force 99 #caught in the crosshairs

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artificialdaydreamer · 2 years

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Keeper

Found a bit of old writing I thought I’d share, it’s a nice concept, apparently from 2013, but I don’t know what to do with it still. Maybe it would be good for a short story anthology.

I go by many names.

I Keeper, they call me. Dream Witch. Storyteller. Mx. Legend.

All refer to me.

I am not easily replaced, for I am the only one of my kind. I do not know if there were more like me in the past, and I was educated by another loner.

I collect things, and I visit many people. Chances are someone you know has met me in a dream. They won’t remember, of course, as humans very rarely recall their dreams.

I gather stories, stories passed down through generations and stories created yesterday from a half-formed thought. Ideas have power you see. The more belief that is put into an idea, the more likely it will become a reality. Even those creatures that are made up just for a laugh, whose names we dare not say, exist now, growing stronger all the while.

I cannot interfere with a story, no matter what the consequences may be. For if I do disaster will fall upon the collected universes, or so I am told. Then maybe, just maybe, another Keeper will write down that story in their Tome, a precaution for others to take note of in the future.

Enough about disasters though, I am telling you all this for a reason. I have lived through the crowning of queens and the falling of civilizations. I have seen men become beasts and beasts become men. I have seen many wonders, and many horrors alike. I sense my time as Keeper is coming to an end, as all stories do. I know not when this will happen, but one thing is certain.

I need to find a new Keeper. Someone has to take my place and collect the stories I cannot. The worlds stop for no one, no matter how powerful they may be. I will share some tales from my Tome with you in hope that the right person will be found, as I was.

Read on, young one and enter the world of a Keeper.

#my writing

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villanelledeservedbetter · 16 days

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intrusive thoughts ab sexual abuse making me want to relapse pls give me advice thank you queens

when i see shit about pedophilia, sex trafficking, sex slavery, gangraping and prostitution i honestly just want to mutilate my fucking genitals off its just. i cannot cope with the brain-genital response to sexual stimuli in these situations and having a trafficking survivor with DID as a fiancee means every time they have flashbacks i get intrusive thoughts about horrific child sexual torture that acts as stimuli that makes me feel physically nauseous and sometimes i really feel like im going to throw up because of it. i cant avoid it because its part of their every day life and it sends me into internal panic attacks bc i have to comfort them while i cant stop thinking about them being abused and i hate it. i get intrusive thoughts of them being abused while we have sex (im a top so i just dissociate and try to redirect my thoughts back into the moment) and its making me scared of sex.

i need to emphasise here it is not sexual arousal. i heard its normal for your brain to respond to any sexual stimuli but its like my brain does it to torture me, like to check if im disgusted by it and i just cant fucking take it anymore its making me want to relapse on benzos or ketamine so i dont have to obsess or have panic attacks or get physically nauseous over it. does anyone have any coping mechanisms please? i know radblr doesnt help... but again its my daily life w my fiancee.

im not trying to self diagnose here but does this sound, to anyone with ocd, like ocd symptoms? its been going on for a year now and it feels worse and worse every time it happens. i just want some input to know if i should see a psychiatrist for a whole ass new issue again but im sick of psychiatry and ive brought this up so much and it just gets dismissed as bpd. idk what to do.

i cant stop ruminating about the horrors of severe sexual abuse and the terror and suffering of the people who go through it and the fact that i can feel my body respond to it sometimes makes me feel like im gonna have a psychotic break (i never do but when i have panic attacks i get the fear im about to go into psychosis)

it makes me sound fucking insane the way i derail every conversation with "but we need to protect kids from sexual abuse!" through crazy ass mental gymnastics. i want to stop thinking about this all the time it's obsessive and i cant even talk to anyone about the way i feel because im so ashamed and i esp dont want my fiancee to think i only see them as a CSA survivor, but i do think about it probably for at least an hour a day

i think its more than just something i think ab a lot considering it makes me want to mutilate my genitals, interferes w my sex life, makes me want to throw up and relapse and gives me panic attacks...

anyone who experiences anything similar... what are your coping strategies? should i just keep smoking. if this sounds like ocd is it pocd or sex ocd or what???? am i just being anxious? pls dont diagnose me i already did all that self dx tumblr shit 8 years ago lol just advice experiences opinions coping strategies etc

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drdamiang · 4 months

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NASTY SATIRES

A NASTY LITTLE COLLECTION OF SATIRES YOU WON'T LIKE

TWISTED

"Are we out of our minds?"

Miko Peled

Oh, what have

they done

to your message?

How horribly it has

got twisted

torn inside out.

But this message

we deemed universal

is for

them alone

not for me not for you

not for any of us

it is darkness to light

what song is to drone.

KIRK ARGUES

today's Captain Kirk

is not like Kirk

at his inception

ditto

the Enterprise,

Starfleet and

the Federation

for example

there is bit of

a shift

in the Prime

Directive

which demands

maximum interference

and colonial suppression

though it must be

pointed out

Kirk finds himself

out on a limb

opposed to

these measures

much better, easier and

more humane

to nuke

them

he argues

CLASSIC

nothing Classic

about this age

no writers, no heroes,

old Stones, no Beatles

the beats

as machine driven

in repetition as

befits our (to

give it its

fill title)

corporate post-postmodernist

ultimate late capitalist

globally hegemonic

master

and slave disposition

and if they

don't make

bands like

they used to, what

about

Presidents

look at this dude

this murderous dude

in the office now

trigger

finger on the

button

more Neddy than Kennedy

more nixed than Nixon

less Lincoln

more Jefferson

by which

I mean

not Thomas but

that warmongering Confederate

Jefferson guy

albeit without a shred

of Southern charm

AT LAST

Ah!, here you are

at last

a reader

who just so happened

to be somewhere

around digitally,

in the cosmic vicinty

not far away, or maybe,

yes far away, on

a whole different continent,

new world, old world,

first world

third world

but not just around the

corner from me

behind concrete walls

high as the ramparts

on a medieval

castle, separated by

strict iron laws that

set us

apart

on the scale

of humanity

as if such

a scale ever did exist

has a

right to exist

no reader, you will

find no

such terminal divisions here

no such pretexts for

expulsion

extermination

to find such indeed

prepared to

travel

and steel yourself

for the shock

the chasm at the heart

of this holy land, and

those who

will go to any lengths

to call it

a nation

RED

I took a red pill

saw

a very

different

reality

so took whole

handful of them

put some in a syringe

and spiked them

into

my bloodstream

saw a red world

where blue was no

longer tolerated

every bit of blue ocean

made to swear allegiance

stick to its agreed location

consensual level and

common place.

ZEALOTS

you are the zealots

with whom I once

so deeply sympathized

(more fool me)

you serve a hard god

a no-nonsense god

a warrior god

of blood and thunder

and sacrifice of the first born

my god

now seems as if he

could not be

more different

so far from the god

whose called his wrath

down

upon the Amalek

a god

who sacrificed his own son

to understand

the depth and nature

of human

suffering

JOE KOOL-AID

cool behind

those Maverick shades

(Maverick

wannabe shades)

you go

demolition derby

break

every amendment

break the fourth

fifth wall

deliver

the bombs that

will forever

define you

as drop

dead gorgeous

Amanda cannot wait

for the elegy to

write

and underperform

INCOMPLETE

do not learn

we never

learn

what have we

learnt?

don't hold back

just

let rip

tell me

tell me!

look at me

pay careful attention

thorough scrutiny

all those years

gone to waste

sitting down

lying down

standing up

writing something

learning nothing

what in here

worth speaking?

out there

worth reading?

what

good are books

when there are tanks

in the street?

indiscriminate slaughter

clearing a path house

to house

room

to room

every alley

every precinct

this book of horrors

as yet unwritten

as yet incomplete

one two

three four;

every paragraph

breaking

every wall

HILL OF YOUR DECLINE

yes, you old murderous

bastard, and

not before time

we're revisiting that poem

Amanda wrote

your

inauguration rhyme

wonder

what she was thinking

must

have been

out of her

mind

to stand before us and

proclaim this old

pseudo Stalin (other

Uncle Joe)was

the best for democracy

best for

the people

best for the planet

what must

have possessed her?

what

was she hoping for?

House on the Hill

City

on the Hill

Fool on the Hill way

more like

and

slip those Maverick

shades off

whilst I'm

talking to you

you

dull

miscreant

purveyor of lies

manufacturor

of untruths

unless truth remains

under the purview

of the corporate elite

truth the monopoly

of the military

industrial complex

the road

we must take

leading to disaster

ultimate defeat

RESTORED

precision bombing

order restored

keeps heads down

people deep

in their holes

if holes they have

not

sitting ducks

in the open

keeps

them quiet and

subservient

no chance for

up to no good

precision bombing

fist

of enlightenment

power preserved

order restored

HEADS UP

you think

the law

is there

to protect

you

could not

be more wromg

it is

about comtrol

we make the definitions

interpret and

alter them

if you disagree, well

tough

where do you

go with that

when the

law fails

we always have

the .45 through

the

back

of the head?

SHORT SHRIFT

we have to concede

some fighters

were killed

some

evil people died

some who thought

Benjamin Netanyahu

of this slaughter

to be

the agent and

architect

and

overall shit

were

expired

some who even

cursed the god of Israel

for his love

of genocide

were given

short ahrift

when your cause is

this noble

and there is

this much evil

there is no question

you have to kill everybody

this

being

logical

we have to concede

#poems #poetry #collection #satire #satires #biden #benjamin netanyahu #genocide #humanity #war #gaza #wordplay

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror.

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders.

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position.

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain.

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid.

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him.

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch.

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?”

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with open arms.

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@femmedionysus mentioned needing lighter, fluffier, less-ultimately-tragic podcasts than the magnus archives, and do u kno what? i think a lot of ppl can benefit from this. and i can help! a little! maybe!! generally these have at least some emotionally difficult moments, but they are lighter and appear to be heading towards a not-too-tragic ending.

(sorted into categories and lists, bcos who am i without categories and lists?)

podcasts i am fully up to date on and can vouch for up until their current end point, altho most of them are not quite done yet (there's like, potential for them to turn super sad, but in general the direction they're going in is Not That Tragic):

unseen (a series of one-character episodes all taking place in the same universe, a magical world hidden behind ours. a couple of eps are linked character-wise, but a lot of them are unrelated, individual stories. fairly gentle, tendency to end eps on a high note, cohesive & interesting worldbuilding.)

wooden overcoats (a funeral home sitcom. no, really! the funn siblings run the only funeral home in their village, until charismatic golden-boy chapman shows up with his own, better funeral home. lots of morbid humor but usually humor, altho a few episodes ARE sad and hit hard. those sad arcs do resolve with eventual happiness and found family stuff tho.)

victoriocity (features one of the actors from wooden overcoats! an alternate steampunk reality where queen victoria, um, never dies. ever. and london gets some seriously weird tech! follows an inspector and a reporter trying to solve Mysteries. there's like murders & death & stuff but the main characters do wind up safe & more or less content, even tho fleet's grumpy. kind of like, Extremely British, with the colonialist issues that 1800s london implies, but like, they try to address it sorta? it's not a major plot point)

welcome to night vale (i know i KNOW everybody knows this one....... but Things Are Generally Fine, u kno. i mean there's the occasional upsetting part. but things are fine. do skip 'a story of love and horror' to avoid what imo was one of the MOST upsettingly tragic things tho.) (confession: i have two episodes of this to catch up on, but i'm not actually THAT far behind, so i'm comfortable with its place here)

midnight radio (this one's all done actually! there is a ghost on the radio, and she starts receiving letters from a living woman. and yes ok it STARTS with a dead woman with a tragic past. HOWEVER it ends hopefully so like!!!) (in good conscience: not fluffy or funny at all. gets very serious at times. but goes towards a genuinely hopeful ending, which was why it's on here.)

the strange case of starship iris (found family revolutionaries in space!!!! shit gets heavy but they! get! through it!! i like when they get through it.) (to be super clear, it does get VERY serious, but they do get through it and judging by the narrative vibes and how the creators discuss it, they’re gonna be okay by the end. and they are mostly okay now.)

khôra (based on greek mythology, but In Space! the witch medea is... recruited by the hero atalanta to find the golden fleece, which her dead husband jason hid. once again we start with tragic pasts, but it is heading so fast for found family, and given that the premise of the show is giving women from greek mythology better than what they had in myth..... I Think It Will End Happy)

kaleidotrope (college radio hosts talk about love on their possibly-slightly-magical campus. god it's so. it's so fluffy. full of fluff. like, legit i think the least serious audio drama i've ever listened to, it's simply just. soft. very romantic. occasionally embarrassing. FILLED with fluff.)

time: bombs (a three-episode podcast made by long story short productions after w359 as like.... an experiment? i think? about the shenanigans of a bomb squad, who are remarkably funny for... a bomb squad. there's literally bombs & stuff and some injuries, but nobody dies, nobody is tragic, one guy does not get to beat a record he rly wants to beat but he learns stuff abt Being A Better Person or w/e so that's nice.)

podcasts i am NOT fully up to date on but what i have listened to is not too horribly tragic:

inn between (fantasy found family! you know how d&d podcasts are? well, between adventures, d&d characters rest and recuperate; this is those between adventure moments, taking place in a lovely little inn.)

sir rodney the root (once again fantasy! once again found family!! funny & sometimes kinda weird podcast about some folks on a Quest that goes off the rails, god i need to catch up on it...)

interference (oh hey another d&d-inspired fantasy podcast....... huh. but! one side of the podcast happens in a reality not unlike our own! that and a d&d-ish world are colliding, and we hear two women talking to each other as their worlds connect...)

the amelia project (there's an agency that will fake your death, for a price.... no, not money, they want an interesting story! and oh boy do these clients deliver. last time i was listening there was some hubbub about secret government agencies spying on the amelia project itself...... hm.)

alba salix (okay yes another fantasy podcast......... it's a comedy, with occasional drama, abt the physician for a magical kingdom and the shenanigans of her and her two unruly assistants, and also the royal family, and also....... i was actually v fond of the mini-series between seasons, abt an orc who runs a pub, more than the main story? altho i am not caught up on either so it's possible this could reverse.)

there's also a few from the podcast marathon which, if ur not aware, was me running through the first episodes of a bunch of podcasts to see what sounded good (i will get back to that eventually....), but this means i cannot vouch for them past the first episode. nevertheless, from general tone they seem to be Not Very Tragic, so.

saffron and peri

the godshead incidental

the one stars

solutions to problems

the rest is electric

the prickwillow papers

and 195

sidequesting

come on in, the water's fine

#algie's podcast marathon #algie recs podcasts #pls note that these are not necessarily my FAVORITE podcasts #but they are more CHILL podcasts. so.#hmu for specific content warnings abt some of them if u need to #or to outline how sad they may be before the hopeful ending #a couple of them DO start sad and then build towards a hopeful end so like #they are Eventual Hope podcasts #which was what max was after specifically! so that's what i did!!#...........tbh mabel and dbd aren't even on here even tho i THINK they are going to end all right #bcos both of them actually their most recent season ended on a low note cliffhanger #when they start back up again we'll see tho

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