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5, 18, 69, and 76 for the fic writer meme!

5. how many wips do you have? what fandoms/pairings are they for?

yeah i've got wips

kidding! (mostly! not really. but only kind of. it's fine!)

i have just. so many fucking wips. don't wanna talk about how many i have because it's embarrassing, actually! this is absolutely because i consider anything i've written words for/thought about for more than a hot minute a """wip""" but that's a me problem, so here, have semi-comprehensive list of wips i'm determined to finish this year:

the chimneys hardly ever fall down masters of the air; post-war john/gale/marge

gonna stand here in the ache the punisher; post-season one frank/karen

our hands are cold, the moon sets low asoiaf/got; post-season eight jon/sansa

butchered tongue still singing berserk; post-canon guts/casca

something in the night gilmore girls; keg max!au jess/rory

don't you hear me howling, babe? shadow & bone; season one canon divergence darklina au

the second hand unwinds (time after time) stranger things; post-season four hellcheer au

and then, for fun, some wips that aren't top priority atm:

prophetic perfect tense dune; always a girl!paul atreides au

i've walked for miles top gun; post-canon icemav road trip au

more than kin and less than kind hotd; rhaenys flambés the greens at aegon's coronation au

the knife i turn inside myself dune; irulan/feyd post-kanly hatefucking + marriage of convenience au

18. do you enjoy research? which fic of yours required the most research?

yeah! i'm a nerd at heart and also i have a burning need to be canon-compliant with both canon and reality, so i love getting into the research weeds when i'm all in on a fic!

the most """research""" i've done for a fic was, astonishingly, for the fucking,,,,, robert baratheon story (that started life as, and i cannot stress this enough, a joke). i spent so many hours on a wiki of ice and fire i'm pretty sure i made up at least 40% of the site's traffic during the calendar year time it took me to write the damn thing. extremely normal behavior!

anyway! i'm actually in the opposite situation with chimneys, which is super weird. i know a staggering amount of information about the post-wwii usaaf/usaf, and i have to actively stop myself from a) infodumping about things like the development of the american bomber fleet and b) trying to make the timeline accurate, because the entire premise of the fic relies on me Ignoring what was actually going on. anti-research. insane! everyone pour one out for @sluttyhenley— she's spent the last two months taking one for the team and letting me rant at her about curtis lemay so i can get it out of my system and spare everyone who's there for porn instead of a dissertation on strategic bombing doctrine <3

69. what are your favorite fics at the moment?

first of all: nice 😏

second: i feel like i've blathered enough about my own fic today that i'm gonna take this as a question about what i've been enjoying as a reader, so! some recs!

moon's low (can't say no) by @meyerlansky delicious introspective curt pov that nuances an already insanely interesting scene! love this for me! in related news, i am barking and frothing at the mouth as i wait patiently for the follow up to dancing cheek to cheek (to cheek)! tumblr user meyerlansky comin' in hot with THEE definitive curt biddick voice!

never saw the sun shining so bright by @sluttyhenley absolutely shrieking about this series! marge deserves the world! and also both of the buck(y)s! good for her.jpeg! i'm lucky enough to be getting snippets of this as m writes it, and i cannot wait for the next few installments to go live

careful fear and dead devotion by @everyangel another john/gale/marge series i'm currently losing my mind over! the marge voice is so delicious, and i love the pre-war angle that underpins the first fic! cannot wait for more!

enter night by @rhaegang monsterfuckers and barry keoghan enthusiasts rejoice! the writing is top notch, the sex is blisteringly hot, and the tension and pacing are superb. rhaegang truly never misses

nothing safe is worth the drive (follow you home) by @yoursummerfrost i never really had a buffy phase, but i came across this fic the other day and boy howdy does it have me by the throat. deeply emotional, very sexy, and written with so much love it's got me thinking about giving the series more than a cursory "well, it was on when i was home sick from school way back when" watch. also! i've devoured every buffy fic they've written since i found this one and i'm happy to report that they're all incredible!

76. how do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

mature answer: i try to take a step back and remind myself that this is a hobby i am doing for fun and for free and i should calm the fuck down about it

follow up answer: and if that doesn't work, i whine ceaselessly at my writing buddies until i'm over it

send me some fic writing asks!

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Btw I've played Barotrauma for years now with M. But I thought I should share some of the stupid shit we have done.

- Had an Electrical Engineer have a seizure while fixing the reactor, therefore breaking the reactor and blowing up the sub

- Had a cargo mission of a bunch of mudraptor eggs. If you've played, you know that they can't touch water. The Cargo got wet from a hull breach and we were all eaten by baby mudraptors.

- Had a "Secret Hull Breach" we couldn't find to fix which eventually led to us exploding

- I am a Medical Officer and I have a special trait called Skedaddle. When I am being hit (vaguely) I activate that trait and can flee 30% faster. M smacks me with medals to give experience, but every smack triggers Skedaddle.

- We attacked a pirate outpost and bought a bomb from them only to set off their reactor by planting the bomb. We then waited for everyone to die of radiation poisoning. Unfortunately, someone was still alive inside their night club and we had to just shoot him instead.

- We have the Neurotrauma mod and I have lost like 16 people to Neurotrauma despite following treatment instructions perfectly. Only 2 people have survived, somehow. We still have no idea why it's so inconsistent. Also, CPR is a sham.

- There is a meme bike horn from an armament mod that has the "oh no...our table...it's broken" sound it included and it plays at MAX VOLUME

- Also, I refuse to play with any of the vanilla subs because M is a master at building ships and subs. Nothing can compare to his creations. We did 2 missions in a vanilla sub and both of us complained the entire time.

- Smashed head on into a Moloch and a Hammerhead in the same mission, and managed to kill them with minimal damage.

- Sometimes at the end of missions all the characters drop their inventory, so we both scream "I'M NAKEY!"

- Anytime we find an accordion, we have a dance party. Guitars aren't as fun.

- I once gave the Husk Infection to an Assistant (who are largely useless and aren't counted as a casualty if they die) and watched them flounder around on the ground only to cure them right at the last second, heal them fully, and then watched them set themselves on fire trying to fix a junction box

I'll add more whenever we continue playing, as M and I really enjoy the game and I finally have the map of one of his subs to use in my own games.

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Now, Coach Darnell just wanted a fun little hiking trip for the school. Give the kids some exercise, let the parents be involved. It's free, they get to be in nature, and it's a perfectly lovely laid-back afternoon. Unfortunately for him, the entire Close-Foster-Freeman-Swift-Stephen-Stampler-Marlowe-Swallows-Oak-Garcia-Wilson-Actually-Likely-dear-god-how-many-last-names-do-these-people-have family decided to chaperone.

 Henry: We should go to [fairly far away trail] it's a prefect one for the kids

Carol: How are we going to get there though? The school doesn't have enough minibuses

Darryl: Well, Odessey-san could probably fit about a class and some parents and teachers

Mercedes: And the journey is less than an hour so we can use our no-emission fuel source

Glenn: Guess that means I'm riding with you guys, huh

Darnell, who only knows the Odessey as Darryl's rundown car the kiddads got kidnapped in that one time: Hold on, are you seriously suggesting that we try and fit 30+ people into a 30-something year old minivan that runs on a weird fuel source that you never name and has to be changed every hour, that for some reason only Glenn use?

TJ, completely missing the multiple problems: ... she's bigger on the inside

TJ: She can fit a class

 Sparrow will not stop picking up squirrels. No one knows how he's even able to get that close to them or why they don't freak out when he picks them up (the answer is druid powers). There's a picture of him holding twenty and surrounded by more on the school's socials.

 Grant: This hike will be a great opportunity to spend time with Lincoln's new friends and see what they're like

*Sees Link with a terrifying goth girl who acts just like Terry Jr as a teen (including hating her new stepdad), a weeb who has the exact same vocal mannerisms as Glenn and cool guy energy as Nicky, and clearly Normal Oak*

Grant: You know what, never mind, maybe we should go back to homeschooling him

 (Grant: *he's just like me fr meme /negative*)

 Darnell: I don't want a repeat of soccer camp '22, Terry Jr

TJ: I did absolutely nothing wrong

Darnell: You stuck Lark on top of the flat mast saying, and I quote, "Naughty children go on the pole"

TJ: And it got him to stop setting fire to the goal posts, didn't it?

 Every single one of the s1 parents made homemade snacks. Every. Single. One.

 Henry, ranting about nature and rocks: and you know the chasm we're walking by is actually made by a waterfall slowly eroding its own overhang and slowly moving backwards along the valley

Darryl: Henry, we do this trail once a month and you mention this every single time. I did take high school geography. I know how oxbow lakes are formed

Glenn in the background: the chasm we're walking by is also where I fucked your mom WOO

Samantha: I'm pretty sure Autumn was more likely to make love here with Ronnie than you, Glenn

Glenn: Damn, Sam, still bringing out the decade-old burns

 At one point, Nicky hurts his ankle (plus his asthma is acting up) so Terry just starts giving him a piggy back unprompted.

Lark: Hey Teej, can you carry me as well for a bit

TJ: no <3

Nicky absolutely did not need to be carried the entire rest of the trail, but what was he supposed to do? Tell Terry to put him down? Obviously not an option

(Terry also could easily have carried Lark too, he was just being petty. He also knew he could have stopped carrying Nicky after like, 10 minutes, but hey, Nicky wasn’t complaining, and maybe he liked being able to be this close to him again, sue him)

 They go to a milkshake diner place after the hike (which has vegan options to appease the Swallows-Oak-Garcias). Glenn and Morgan get those couples straws and you know this meme?

They both do the thing in the bottom picture, but they share the glasses that they put the bottom end of the straws into so it still ends up looking like the top picture. Alternatively, they only share one glass, and the other straw is in an individual glass. Which of course means they get into a whole Freddie-esque tangent/rant about why the middle glass needs to be twice as big because it's being consumed at double the rate of the other two

Jodie is not jealous at all as he watches this. Nope. Nuh-uh.

Scam and Mark somehow snuck onto the trip. No one knows how. Terry spends the entire diner celebration shooting the paper coverings that come with straws at takeout places at Mark because he still hasn't forgiven her for upsetting Ron

Poor Darnell just has to keep dealing with this weird-ass blend of 4, maybe 5, different families that just keep on happening. Unfortunate downsides of being Carol’s best friend

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I please request 🫀,🏉,💥, 👓, 💍, 🏛, 🧭, 🚓, 🧬, 📖, 🤱, ⏰, 🚌, 🥀, 👊, 🩹, 🌊, 🏭, ⚰️, 🦁, 🔒, ⛓ for Peter? I love the short king. He and his troupe deserve the world.

whewww this was a long one but I love it!

our babiesssssss ToT

headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 3

[ 🫀 ] does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? perhaps a bit of both?

Heart, full stop. While he’s definitely capable of thinking critically, he tends not to unless it’s a really heavy decision. He does overthink big decisions, so much so that his mind and feelings get too laden down. Most decisions, however, he often just reacts without using his head too much. He likes to think he’s not an emotional person; he very much is, it’s just that he conflates ‘emotional’ with ‘weepy’. His heart almost completely rules over his actions even if he doesn’t think it does.

[ 🏉 ] would you say your muse lives up to their potential? are they trying to, or could they care less?

In all reality, he probably doesn’t, and the reason is simple. Because he can’t. He’s never been given the chance to live up to the potential he has. He’s been on the streets most of his life, mistreated and misled, made fun of, lied and made to do other people’s dirty work. It’s made him stop believing he even has any potential within him, so he gave up on trying a long time ago. It’s not that he doesn’t care about his potential; it’s that the world has fed him the lie that he doesn’t have any. He’s not good for anything, so why even try? Deep inside him there’s a loyal, passionate man who could set the world in fire in the best way, but… he never had the opportunities, and he’s lost the motivation to be anything other than someone’s angry puppet.

[ 💥 ] is your muse protective of those they care for? if so, how do they show it?

Peter is insanely protective of the people he cares about. Mostly his family, also his S/O and when/if he has children. If someone fucks with the people he cares about, that person better pray God strikes them down before Peter gets his hands on them. His preferred method of keeping his precious people safe is to get physical, probably because it’s really the only way he knows to keep them safe. It’s as if his size stops mattering, and he gets easily just as vicious as any bigger man. He shoves, punches, kicks, yells, in order to get any threat away from his family. There’s almost nothing he won’t do to protect the people he loves… which is perhaps his best quality and fatal flaw all in one.

[ 👓 ] does your muse tend to judge others, or are they more open-minded?

He does his best not to judge people, for the simple fact that neither he nor his family would have suffered if other people hadn’t judged them. Who is he to look at someone else and assume he knows anything about them? Even if someone looks or seems strange to him, at most he’ll make what he thinks is a casual comment. Otherwise, who cares? Except… he doesn’t trust. His biggest thing is assuming that everyone else is out to get him and his family, everyone looking out for themselves, and whether he thinks it does or not, that judgment absolutely colors his opinions of and behavior toward other people.

[ 💍 ] does your muse have trouble committing to others? are they comfortable being this way, or would they prefer to be different?

Commitment issues is one way to put it, certainly. Whether it’s committing to friends or lovers, he struggles to form long-term relationships. Sometimes people are insulting and degrading or think he’s ‘too close’ with Wendy, so he has reason to push them away. But sometimes it’s his own mind telling him to run, so it’s… difficult not to listen, when his life has been so challenging thus far. He knows it hurts people, and more importantly it hurts people who he might care about. So it’s not as if he likes being this way. It’s the way he’s lived so far, so it’s not that it isn’t comfortable; it fits him the way a broken-in, falling-apart pair of shoes fits. He knows it isn’t a good way to live, he just… doesn’t know how to go about things any other way.

[ 🏛 ] does your muse have any strange interests? do they keep these interests to themselves, or are they comfortable sharing them with others?

In the quest to keep things for as long as possible before buying anything entirely new, Peter’s actually become quite good at sewing. There’s no spare money for a machine, obviously, so he does it by hand, and that’s how he prefers it. For whatever reason, he finds sewing to be relaxing, the repetitive motions letting his body almost go on autopilot. Even though it’s technically more work after a long day, he enjoys sewing and mending things. However, he’s also a bit insecure about it, thinking that people already don’t look at him as a ‘real man’, so he doesn’t want anything adding fuel to that fire. That is, unfortunately, a byproduct of the time with people considering sewing ‘women’s work’. (He’s a little like Charles Grey in this respect, not wanting to be viewed as feminine.) So except for his sister and possibly his S/O, he keeps this hobby to himself. Funnily enough, if something needs mending, Wendy takes it, and everyone is convinced that she’s the one doing the sewing, when in reality Peter refuses to let her touch anything that needs mending. He’s not about to have to redo all her sloppy stitches so they actually hold worth a damn!!

[ 🧭 ] does your muse consider themselves a good person? why or why not?

Absolutely not. Much as he wants to be, he truly doesn’t think that he’s anything other than bad. And there are a million reasons why. The most obvious is that he and his family follow the Baron’s orders, which are incredibly unsavory ― putting other people, children, in what is undeniably danger, for the selfish hope that the rest of their own family will be saved? He thinks that’s monstrous and he hates himself for it, and he knows the others do too. The other big reason is his temper. Someone who’s constantly angry, walking around the world and snapping biting remarks at people who might not always deserve it, doesn’t sound like a good person to him. He’s almost stopped thinking of himself as a person in general at this point. His self-image is that of a horrible, miserable, bitter little creature who’s simply waiting to die.

[ 🚓 ] has your muse ever been arrested? if so, what for?

If not outright arrested, he’s done “a night in the cells” many times whilst on the streets. Not so much nowadays in the circus, but in his youth? He could easily spend a night in a prison cell once every couple of weeks, sitting there overnight and released in the morning. Three guesses as to what he was put in for. The local law enforcement knew him by name, especially before he and Wendy met up with the rest of the troupe. Peter would get into a fight with another man, be rounded up for (depending on the officer) “public nuisance/disturbing the peace” or “bodily harm to another individual”, and stew in his anger overnight. Then, Wendy would come collect her brother in the morning and he’d apologize to the officers. … And so went the vicious cycle until the group he’d come to call family banded together. (Of course, even after that, he would still get thrown in a jail cell overnight, but much less frequently.)

[ 🧬 ] how important is family to your muse?

It’s the most important thing. Not even a question, his family is above literally everything else and he doesn’t know how anyone couldn’t feel that way. He’d include his S/O in his family as well, for the fact that he defines family as the people he has who stick with him, who don’t just care about themselves. Save Wendy, the other troupe members aren’t related to him by blood, and he still thinks of them as family. He would do anything for his family, any terrible act he had to commit (with a couple of exceptions), any sacrifice he had to make, he’d do it. You threaten his family? Give your heart to God, because your ass is Peter’s, and he will kick it thoroughly. He would go so far as to die for his family, and he’s consistently shocked that not everyone feels that way.

[ 📖 ] does your muse keep a diary or journal? what do they, or would they, write in a journal?

He doesn’t. The most glaring reason why, aside from it being a waste of money to buy a bunch of paper, is that he can’t really read or write. He knows just enough to be able to read and write his name and Wendy’s, and possibly the other first-stringers’. He can speak beautifully (if with an accent that some find ‘unintelligent and uncouth’), but the written word almost completely escapes him. He can’t form letters and string them together to create words and sentences, so there’s no point in him trying to keep a journal. If he could read and write better, he probably still wouldn’t write in one. He views his life as a rut, so he thinks his journal would be a lot of the same or similar entries. Why bother writing that shit down? It happens every day, and it would be boring to read, and it would just make him angry to look at.

[ 🤱 ] does your muse want to have children? why or why not?

He… does, and doesn’t. To him it’s the same as a dream of becoming a retainer for the Queen ― that is, probably technically possible, except that it’s so unlikely to happen, one is better off keeping it in a fantasy. It’s a far-off dream that he doesn’t think it’s ever going to happen. If he met someone, and he suddenly had the means to take care of children… God, he would without a doubt want that. His biggest fear is that whatever condition he happens to have, any child he would father would inherit it. And while he knows there’s nothing wrong with him in the sense that he deserves to exist just as he is, he’s suffered. He wouldn’t want to bring a child into the world, who’s just like him, who would suffer the same ways he has. What would be the point, bringing a life into the world just to hurt? Some part of him still clings to that dream, though, still wants it, because… well… he is obviously very capable of love. He knows he could love a child, he can see himself raising a little one, and as long as he could be sure he’d be able to provide for them, he’d do anything for them.

[ ⏰ ] does your muse tend to cling to the past, dream about the future, or look to the present?

Most of the time, he tends to just focus on the present. While he does have moments where the demons of the past haunt him, or he gets caught up in dreams of a future, he stays quite grounded, surprisingly. To him, the past has already happened, so there’s no changing it, which means he shouldn’t dwell on it too much. And the future doesn’t even exist yet, so all he can do is plan for it, not let worry sink its teeth into him about things that haven’t come to pass. He’s oddly reasonable about this part of life. What would it help, obsessing over the past or tying his mind into knots about the future? If he concentrates on what’s going on here and now, he thinks he’ll do fine.

[ 🚌 ] what haunts your muse? is there any event in your muse’s past that they can’t move past?

Speaking of the past not haunting him too much, there are only a few things that crop up and torment him. They’re not even specific events as much as they are general things, like the way the rest of society has treated him and his family. He can’t seem to move past it, and is stuck thinking that everyone looks at him the way people looked at him and his family while they were on the streets. There are times that he’s internalized it all so much, the memories grab him by the throat and won’t let go. Although it doesn’t happen often, when it does… it’s not pretty.

[ 🥀 ] what are your muse’s standards for a romantic partner? are they realistic? why do they have these standards?

Honestly, he likes to think he has pretty low fucking standards. Just be a kind, decent person with some semblance of a spine, and he won’t have a problem being in a relationship with someone like that. He has a few boundaries, a few behaviors that rub him the wrong way which are deal-breakers, but overall his standard is Don’t be an arse, don’t be a doormat. Any romantic partner he has also can’t poke too many jokes at his size. A couple, once in a while, perhaps a small string of them to tease occasionally? Fine. He makes jokes at his own expense too sometimes. Every day, and/or keep coming back to it as if it’s the only thing that’s funny? Nope, they need to have a talk. His reasons are pretty simple; he can’t deal with people who just roll over and let people walk on them, because that’s a good indicator that they won’t stand up when it counts. However, people who are too abrasive and not kind grate on his nerves, because he’s lived through too much of that crap already. As far as the short jokes go, he’s heard them all a million times, so he can laugh at one or two on occasion… too many, all the time, reminds him of being on the streets, and it makes him feel like he’s just there for his partner to make fun of. He’s actually pretty reasonable with his standards for a romance.

[ 👊 ] does your muse favour nonviolence? will they be violent if needed? do they revel in violence?

Hahahahaha… ah, well, no. Peter isn’t a pacifist by any means of the word. He isn’t necessarily trying to avoid violence in general, although he won’t get violent if he doesn’t think the situation calls for it. He also gives quite a few warning signs of anger before he starts to get violent, sort of like the way a cat will hiss at you to back off several times and only scratching or biting if you don’t. He will for sure be violent if he needs to be, because it apparently comes easier to him than to some of the rest of his family. He doesn’t exactly revel in violence… it’s not as if he feels like he’s only alive while fighting or that his sole purpose is to throw punches. It does feel like a good stress reliever if he reaches the point where it needs doing, so unless he hurts someone he cares about, he usually won’t feel any kind of guilt toward getting a bit violent.

[ 🩹 ] does your muse prefer to keep the peace or rock the boat? are they a mediator, or do they tend to make others upset?

Ahhhh… he doesn’t really keep the peace very well, though it isn’t as if he’s trying to rock the boat. He prefers it when things are as quiet and drama-free as possible ― it just hasn’t been his experience that such a thing is the norm. So he’s always got his hackles raised, ready for things to turn sour in an instant. It seems like just his mere presence can make others upset sometimes… mainly because the man doesn’t know when to shut his damn mouth if a comment isn’t necessary or kind, even if it happens to be true. He doesn’t typically mean to upset people, it just sort of happens as a natural consequence of him having no fucks left to give. He probably couldn’t mediate a conflict to save his life.

[ 🌊 ] does your muse have any specific fears? is there a reason why they fear these things?

Cynophobia ― fear of dogs. In general, this only applies to large and/or aggressive dogs, although sometimes it hits him even with small and/or friendly dogs. When he and Wendy were on the streets and younger, before they met the rest of the troupe, someone coming out of a shoppe had a dog with them. The dog decided that Wendy was in its way, for some reason, and barked at her over and over and over. Because they were so small and the dog was rather big, both siblings were afraid that they were going to be hurt. (The dog may not have been aggressive, but it was reactive, and a dog barking incessantly that’s bigger than a person is usually going to be scary.) Peter ran in front of Wendy to protect her, which resulted in the dog barking in his face instead. And the dog’s owner just laughed, before finally walking off with their dog. Although Peter can be relaxed around many dogs now, as long as they don’t bark or growl a lot, there are definitely times this fear gets the better of him. He’s just fine around other animals, it’s dogs specifically which hit his brain’s panic button.

[ 🏭 ] is your muse happy with their job or career path? why or why not?

Depends. Is he happy with his job/career dancing to the Baron’s puppet strings? Fuck no. He’d rather be doing anything else. Is he happy being a trapeze artist and performing for an audience? … Actually, he’d be perfectly content if he got to do just that and it would be his full job. He and Wendy are a great team; the trapeze is quite a nice act; the circus isn’t actually a terrible place to work. He puts as much work as he possibly can into performances, and moving on the trapeze doing various gymnastic stunts is something he genuinely enjoys. It really does feel like flying, like all the cares he has can’t even touch him. No one can say he isn’t dedicated, and it seems like the audiences actually like watching him. Best of all, he gets to perform with Wendy. If he could do the trapeze performances for the rest of his life, if they could drop their connections with the Baron yesterday, Peter would probably be just fine with that.

[ ⚰️ ] does your muse believe in an afterlife? if so, what do they believe the afterlife would look like?

He does, as do most people in Victorian England, believe in heaven and hell. (And possibly a purgatory/limbo.) As far as he thinks, heaven is paradise and hell is… well… hell. Heaven is white clouds and angels and everything being wonderful. Hell is dark fire and devils and everything being terrible. Heaven is where people should want to go, and hell is where people shouldn’t want to end up. Peter is convinced he’s going to hell when he dies, although he definitely would be relieved (if confused) should he wind up in heaven.

[ 🦁 ] is your muse cowardly, or courageous? what would it take for them to act heroically or selflessly?

Cowardly in the sense that he feels like he doesn’t have choices or options, so he goes along with what seems to be the easiest one that will allow him and his family to be taken care of. Notably he doesn’t fight back against what the Baron wants, because the Baron is making sure Peter and his family are taken care of, promising them things that are in their best interest. Even though he knows it isn’t right, this is what he needs to do to preserve his family. So he does it instead of, say, punching “Father’s” lights out like Peter knows the bastard deserves. He feels like he’s selfish and a coward for always taking the easy way and doing things which are in his and his family’s best interest rather than caring about anyone else. It would take his family (S/O included) being threatened for him to show what he thinks of as any kind of real courage. If the Baron was about to hurt or, God forbid, kill one of his family, that’s what snaps Peter out of his cowardice and would be the catalyst for him rallying for what’s right for once in his fucking life.

[ 🔒 ] what are your muse’s most negative traits? how do these traits influence their lives? (ex. if a muse is aggressive, they may have trouble forming lasting friendships.)

His worst trait is his temper, his anger. It seems like he’s angry all the time, because he’s using his anger to cover up all the pain he’s ever felt. He’s in pain constantly, whether that means physical pain or emotional/mental pain from the miserable life he’s been put through so far. His temper is something he tries to rein in; he lets people push his buttons three or four times before he explodes on them, in an effort to control himself. However, when he does finally explode, it’s disproportionate to whatever upset him, as if he’s starting with a higher base level of anger than everyone else. Which is probably the truth. He’s quick to react when he’s already stressed, and that means he has trouble keeping relationships. Nobody wants to be friends with a man who snaps at them over seemingly nothing, and nobody wants to be a long-term lover with a man who’s come close to shoving or hitting his family if they manage to hit a particularly sensitive button of his. That anger broiling inside him is also eating him away, too, becoming his most definable trait. He finds it harder and harder to be happy, harder and harder not to explode the first time his buttons are pressed. It’s as if his rage is slowly replacing his whole being, and unless he does something to deal with it, eventually there will be no Peter left — just the anger where a man once was.

[ ⛓ ] has your muse ever felt trapped? by what?

He’s always felt trapped, by one thing or another. Trapped by the circumstances that left him and Wendy orphans. Trapped by the lack of money and opportunities that bound them to the streets. Trapped by the Baron and his sinister intentions, which have led him into a life he never wanted. They’re all trapped, aren’t they? Him and his entire family, they’ve always been. There was never any getting out of their situations unless someone helped them. No one did. They’ve all tried so hard to be good and it’s all for nothing. His entire life, his work and the routine and everything he does, it just one big rut that he’s never going to get out of. No matter which way he goes, it’s all the same. No doors to a better life, no spots of hope, nothing except more of the same. All he really wants some days is to be free of the invisible shackles he walks around with, but he knows it’s never going to happen. He’s going to be trapped until he dies, and things don’t look good even for his ghost.

[your-sweet-cookies]

SEVEN MINUTES

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME

7. Cuddle (Aww, this is actually a wholesome one! I like it and it fits something Kukki and Kyuuma would def do in such a scenario! 🥰)

Words count: 1267 words (another long one, so y'all know the drill).

No trigger warnings, just pure adorable Kyuuma fluff! 🥰

Please enjoy! <3

It was yet another chill Saturday night of hanging out with her favorite singer buddy and his fun life loving band for Kukki. She always enjoyed spending time like this with Kyuuma and his buddies, since the enthusiastic lead singer was always very energetic and full of positive vibes, precisely what she needed in these scary times when everyone was mostly feeling in the dumps.

For tonight, they were all sitting by a camp fire, outside of the band's RV, enjoying the pleasing summer night air, drinks in hand and a lively conversation going. "Hey, you know what would be really fun to try out, since were all here?" Takumi launched the question, a big grin on his face, catching everyone's attention.

"Got anything fun on your mind, Takumi? You know I looove your crazy activities ideas!" Kyuuma's bright smile perked up at his friend's words and looked at him with maximum of attention. Takumi had in fact usually really cool ideas in mind for them to try out, so of course Kyuuma was going to be all giddy to hear out what he had to say. "How about... We play Seven Minutes in Heaven?" Takumi's grin grew wider and he took a sip from his beer, while the others stared in surprise at his proposal. It wasn't out of the ordinary to hear something crazy like this from him, but this? This had to take the cake for wild ideas.

"Okay Takumi, I think you'd had way too many beers for tonight. You are starting to talk nonsense." Uta took a deep sigh, rubbing her forehead and moved forward to take the bottle of beer from Takumi's hand. "Why you say that? I am not talking nonsense, I am actually being serious! Why not try out this game? Were here, we have the RV behind us and inside it we have a big ass storage closet, so why not seize the moment? You know what I mean?"

"I think you're just looking for an excuse to smooch Uta and you didn't know how to say it. Or maybe, perhaps you've got your eyes on Kyuuma's woman and you are trying to look for a chance to try her out for yourself?" Goken, the bolder one of the group joined into the conversation, big jeering smirk on his face as his question got poor Takumi to almost choke, Kyuuma to raise his eyebrows in confusion at the part about 'his woman' and Kukki to blush like mad from the same reason.

"N-No, no! There's nothing of the sorts! I wouldn't have such intentions ever, I swear!" Takumi revolted at the 'accusations' and his friend burst into laughter. "Okay, you two, just cut it out. Takumi surely didn't mean it like that. Well, anyways, I do like the idea of the game. It sounds fun and silly, so why not? It's something new and a good opportunity for us to break out from our usual routine, so why not give it a try?" Kyuuma decided to break the tension and as usual, his cheerful optimistic attitude managed to calm the waters immediately.

The others seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, but in the end, they went on to agree with playing the game, so without further ado, they took one of the empty bottles and set it on the ground to spin it as stated by the rules. The first to go, since he was the leader, was of course Kyuuma, and the bottle spun for a few times, before finally landing on Kukki.

The silver-haired woman's eyes widened for a moment in surprise, but at the same time she felt a slight surge of relief at the thought that if she were to be picked for the game, she hoped that her game partner would at least be either Uta or Kyuuma, since they were less likely to try doing something pervy. "Looks like you're stuck with me for this round, Kukki-chan!" Kyuuma laughed energetically and came to place an arm around the young woman's shoulders.

"Y-Yeah... Looks like it." Kukki smiled and tried to not let it show that she was a bit nervous about the prospect of being closed with this handsome stud of a man in a closet for the next 7 minutes. "Okay you two, time to get in that closet! Have fun in there and don't forget you only have 7 minutes, so careful what you choose to do in case you don't want to be caught with your bums out when the timer runs out." Takumi chuckled and nudged the two towards the RV and then to the closet in question.

Next thing they knew, they were stuck inside the semi-dark storage closet. Surprisingly enough, it was rather spacious, so at least they didn't have to stay pressed against each other like sardines.

So this was it, 7 minutes with Kyuuma... Kukki's heart began beating faster and louder at the realization that indeed, she was in there with him and well, she couldn't not wonder what he might have in mind for them to do. Maybe kiss? Or perhaps make out? Feel each other up? Her mind was starting to run wild with all sorts of scenario, when Kyuuma's warm and soft tone snapped her out of it.

"Soo... What do you think we should do? I am not really that familiar with this game myself." The man said, scratching the back of his neck with a tad bit of awkwardness to himself. Kukki blinked at him for a few moments, and that's when she started to calm down. It was Kyuuma after all, of course he wasn't going to ask her something inappropriate. "I don't really know either. I haven't played this game before either." She muttered, with a nervous laughter of her own and then looked him in the eyes.

Kyuuma's features were soft and warm, no sign of malicious intent anywhere on his expression, which gave her a sense of relief, safety and comfort. It was true that they were close friends, but at the same time, the young woman couldn't deny the fact that she was starting to develop a slight crush for the charismatic singer. He was way too sweet and cute not to!

"Then I dunno, I guess we could go on to cuddle or something, if you are okay with it. I couldn't help but notice you were looking a bit stressed, so maybe a hug will help you relax a bit?" Kyuuma came closer to her, warm smile still spread across his face and Kukki couldn't help but blush again and smile too. "Yeah, sure, I would really like that." Her answer came right away and prompted the man to open his arms in order to welcome her between them for a warm and loving hug.

And that's what they did. For the next 7 minutes, they just stood like that, hugging and cuddling each other in a comforting and relaxing manner, Kukki taking in his soft scent of cologne and enjoying the pleasing warmth of his body against hers, while Kyuuma rubbed her back slowly and softly and played with the soft strands of her silver hair. It was a rather wholesome and sweet moment and an image that endeared their friends' hearts as well, when the timer ran out and they came to 'bust them out in the act', but were surprised to find the two doing nothing else but cuddle adorably.

This was surely going to be one of Kukki's sweetest memories with Kyuuma she will keep in her heart forever!

[never-rpg]

Welcome to NEVER RPG! Please send in your url within 48 hours. Be sure to look over our checklist. We hope you enjoy, or at least survive, your time on the island!

Since this is our first wave of acceptance and we are not officially open for roleplaying yet, just a few reminders before we get to the acceptances. Our discord server won’t be sent out until a little closer to our second wave of acceptances. Once you’ve sent in your blog and we’ve posted here on main, you are good to start doing anything your heart desires on your character’s blog except for actual roleplay threads. Plot it up, share character development memes, post your edits and headcanons! Go wild and have fun! :D

Welcome to the island, CHARLOTTE! You been accepted as TINKER BELL with the faceclaim of Tamzin Merchant.

Tinker Bell is one of those characters who can so easily be portrayed as a caricature, but you have given her such dimension and depth! ‘- but as misfortune loves orphans and fire loves innocence, Tinker Bell loves Peter - and it was her that he needed to pull him out of the depths of his mind and bring the island out of its eternal winter. She is the ocean and he is the sand. She loves him continuously but with increasing apprehension and decreasing hope.’ Tragic and lovely, I can’t wait to see more! And have I listened to Tink’s playlist an unhealthy number of times? Yes, yes I have. No regrets!

Welcome to the island, DRYNNE! You been accepted as ISADORA BOOTH with the faceclaim of Ruby Cruz.

My heart aches for Isadora and all that she’s been through but also, damn, what a badass! As soon as I started reading your app, I knew we’d found our Isadora. ‘Fighting was far easier than being inside a cage of meekness’ that really is her in a nutshell and I’m so here for it! While Isadora’s violence is blunt and brutal, your writing painted her in intricate lines that interlaced with one another to create a full and dynamic character who I can’t wait to stalk the threads of on the dash!

Welcome to the island, ELLE! You been accepted as IANTHE with the faceclaim of Ayça Ayşin Turan.

First of all, your writing style is hauntingly beautiful! I might have audibly squealed in delight when reading about Ianthe’s tail because it’s just so good and suits her so well! You have spun such an intimidating and compelling character. I mean, ‘We all know intrinsically that the terrible and the terrific bleed into each other, that all life’s greatest pleasures lie on the other side of pain, that paltry is the passion that never makes us shudder. Ianthe is this thesis made flesh: Bone-chillingly horrifying and all the lovelier for it’. I’m equal parts enchanted and terrified and I absolutely love it!

Welcome to the island, LIOT! You been accepted as HOLLY with the faceclaim of Amandla Stenberg.

I am so invested in this puppeteering Small Folk already! There’s just something so wonderfully horrifying about the idea of Holly setting traps for unsuspecting Lost Boys so she can crawl into their minds. Should this line, ‘Holly had chomped at the bit to see Peter toss Charlie to the Many-Eyed, ghastly beasts that Holly had called their friends’, have made me go ‘aww!’ because I love seeing these exterminated beasties be appreciated? Probably not, but here we are. You’ve created an OC who feels like they were always meant to be a part of the group. We needed Holly and I cannot wait to see what antics they get it up to!

Welcome to the island, MADS! You been accepted as WENDY DARLING with the faceclaim of Kristine Froseth.

Gothic romance is my catnip and you gave it to me in spades with your application! As soon as I read ‘Peter would never give Wendy what she craved. She was so lovingly devoted to him, but he couldn’t love her back when he was too busy loving how she made him feel: adored, righteous, powerful.’ I got so excited to read more. And the more I read, more and more your depiction of Wendy just right clicked into place with every aspect of this roleplay! Wendy makes for such a lovely gothic heroine. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for her!

Welcome to the island, MAREK! You been accepted as NOD with the faceclaim of Leo Suter.

I loved that throughout your app, I could clearly see the rambunctious Lost Boy underneath and how the tragedies Nod underwent shaped him into the man he is now. ‘Nod never imagined a possibility of losing his brother, his twin, his other half - he swears to this day that when the shot tore through his brother’s body he felt it too’. This is truly gothic horror gold and I felt it in my soul! 

Welcome to the island, NYX! You been accepted as CECCO with the faceclaim of Aidan Turner.

My heartstrings feel abused after reading your app and I am not at all mad about it. There’s so much pirate romanticism here to revel in! For example: ‘Whenever a new ship finds its way to the shores and raise their white flag, they will ask for them to take their letters, tossing them into the sea as they sail away from the isle’. And I don’t want to spoil all of your headcanons, but I really hope the sketch they keep in the sheath of their sword finds its way into our discord server someday...Just sayin’.

Welcome to the island, SID! You been accepted as SAWYER with the faceclaim of Omar Rudberg.

You nailed every aspect of Sawyer’s skeleton bio and fleshed them out with such intention! I can’t imagine any other take on Sawyer because yours is so well-crafted. There are so many lines from your app I could have chosen to highlight but, 'So you run and scream and fight and play, all the while plastering a smile to your face and trying to lose yourself to the wildness that thrums through Neverland like a second heartbeat, that you want so desperately to course through you too’, feels like the perfect summarization of this Lost Boy!

Many people applied for Pan’s wanted connection concerning the ‘kiss’, it was a difficult choice, but we’ve decided to give this connection to Ianthe. Also, as a side note since a couple of apps referenced it, while J.M. Barrie could exist in our rpg’s universe, the plays and stories he wrote about Neverland and Peter Pan do not. 

All important pages on the main will be updated in the next several minutes to reflect these acceptances. Thank you so much to everyone who applied!! Our second wave of acceptances will be held on December 31st. Opening day, January 1st, can’t come soon enough! I can’t wait to write with every one of you!

[makemoneyfromhome23]

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[nixkey]

tag dump !

╳ — refractions bright and brief ; image. ╳ — look at you glowing in the dim light ; roxas. ╳ — saw my life in a stranger's face ; sora. ╳ — shadows settle on the place that you left ; xion. ╳ — setting fire to our insides for fun ; axel. ╳ — we are more than the sum of our parts ; sea salt trio. ╳ — free to run get dizzy on caffeine ; twilight gang. ╳ — a rocky heart for breaking teeth ; riku. ╳ — you sing with a voice like i know you ; naminé. ╳ — life size ghosts have come to push back ; org xiii. ╳ — everything stays right where you left it ; ventus. ╳ — ghost of memories so warm ; heart hotel. ╳ — another side another story ; others. ╳ — message from the clock tower ; answer. ╳ — lost boys like me are free ; about. ╳ — all memories are precious things ; save. ╳ — let's put these feelings into words ; hc. ╳ — shall i write it in a letter ; drabble. ╳ — breaks like summer days ; meme. ╳ — if there's no mickey this shit aint d*sn*y ; ooc.

[lilyii]

TAG DUMP.

[jonnnysuh]

could we get along with svt in real life?

A collaborative series by @vernonsnostrils and me (Nala)!

A/N: Lately Bee and I have been doing daily rankings for fun and we decided to share our very very specific and dumb insights with all of you. For this one we're ranking who we think could tolerate us......... <3 Warning: Dumb info ahead

NALA:

13.Wonwoo – looks scary. I also have a rbf so imagine us together omg. Everyone would think we’re vampires. No one would want to be friends with us so we’d only have each other.

12.Woozi – I feel like I know nothing about him :-( He’s an amazing musician, and does come off as a little tiny bit mischievous. I feel like Woozi is the type of guy I have every class with but then we graduate never saying a word to each other.

11. Jun – I think Jun is funny as hell but he’s so quiet. I’d want to be his friend but I wouldn’t know how to approach him. Everyone loves him tho so he has his pick of friends and it does not include me LMAO

10. Jeonghan – (this one kind of doesn't make sense bc he should be higher on the list,, but also?? i'm the one who made this list so fite me) but I think that me and him are pretty similar. We both have a side that’s devious and wants to create havoc but we’re also the mom friend that takes care of everyone and with that I feel like we’d butt heads/ be the designated parents which is EW I am 20 years old,, I'm no one's mommy YUCK.

9. Joshua – he’s also quiet but I know he has a good sense of humour!!!! Hypes up my bad ideas bc he’s not involved -- but he will be giving me a thumbs up in the sidelines. I feel like he’s the type to make me text the guy I have a crush on “Just do it. What do you have to lose?” UM my dignity??? Tf Josh.

8.DK – The human version of a “pick-me-up” He is so “no thoughts, head empty” and I am too. Let’s go cloud watching !!!!!!!!! Let’s pick flowers !!!! A good friend to text on a bad day bc he will literally tell you the most embarrassing thing that happened to him, and even though you’ve heard it before it’ll still make you laugh.

7. The8 – simple, really. He likes art and I love art. He likes fashion, I like fashion. I feel like we could talk shit together LMAO. He has the most specific roasts but they’re always on point. I need someone who’s a little bit mean in my life <3

6. Mingyu – I know I could bully him jokingly and he’d take it (bc he knows I’m joking) but it wouldn’t stop him from pouting a bit. I feel like he’d be scared of me at first LMAO. We both share the hobby of photography so my ideal day out with him is just wandering around with cameras and taking pics of things we think are beautiful. Also forcing each other to pose in front of a dirty brick wall bc “IT LOOKS COOL, TRUST ME.” “WAIT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO POSE THO” and then he’d literally have to mold me into a good pose bc I am Play-doh

5. Vernon – The calm to my crazy, convinces me not to beat someone’s ass. Walks into my room to say nothing else but “Spaghetti” and then leaves quietly. Doesn’t talk to me for 5 months but will send me a meme at 5am bc it reminded him of an inside joke we had. Live-texts his emotions to me while watching tv shows, and shares new conspiracy theories with me. He’s a little bit too chill, I need someone ready to fuck shit up.

4. S Coups – is reliable and gives good advice bc he’s also a ball of anxiety. Nags me to do the right thing. Messes with me a lot. Would stay on the phone with me if I was home alone and told him I heard a noise. Says “Calm down there’s no one there.” BUT he’d also say shit like “check under your bed”

3. Seungkwan– I feel like we’re just as annoying as each other. He has the biggest heart and is super encouraging and thoughtful. Half the time we’re joking around, and the other half we’re fighting. Very much love-hate. Capricorns and virgos are a superior duo. I said it.

2. Hoshi– all round good vibes. Chaos and Loudness matched. Doesn’t always have to be around a lot of people bc he creates the fun when it’s just us two. The kind of friend I practice flirting on and everyone’s like ??? “You’re in love with him” no bro I’m just bored… we just do this kind of shit and he is IMMUNE to my lovey antics by now.

1.Dino– We bully each other a lot but we also have each other’s backs. Definitely not ride or dies tho bc we will tell each other when the other fucked up. We are sarcastic dumb dumbs and that’s why we like each other. I feel like he would only tell me how much he cares about me on my birthday.

BEE:

13. mingyu – i literally don’t know what i would say to mingyu. “tall man” or “what up big boy.” i would be scared of him until someone taught me how not to be. like i gotta hang out with him in a group setting for three months straight until i can say hi to him when i enter a room. if i saw him i would simply just Not See Him.

12. wonwoo – like mingyu i don’t know if i’d have anything to say to him. him and mingyu both have popular high school boy personalities and that scares me.

11. josh – besides being californian, i don’t know if we’d have anything to talk about outside of in n out and traffic. he’s too pretty for me.

10. The8 – i feel like we’ve been over this for me. he’s too intellectual and polite i wouldn’t have much to say to him. but i feel like we could talk good shit about other people.

9. jun – i think i get along well with people with quiet funny personalities. like the kind where you don’t have to necessarily say anything but look at them and they’re telling you what they’re thinking. he knows that i know. so he kept reacting and looking at me. i think it’d take a while to develop a friendship though.

8. jeonghan – i wanna cause chaos with jeonghan. i want to do lots of things with jeonghan i feel like he would give me piggyback rides while sliding with his socks on the floor. he would tease me and i would be offended for five minutes while he pretends to tell me he’s sorry (he’s not).

7. dino – dino and i would be like twins building a sandcastle on the beach. that’s our vibe. like the kids you meet on vacation and play pirates with at the pool. relegated to the kids table kind of vibe.

6. scoups – he’s like the type to play catch with the stuffed animal in the room while we sit on the floor and chat. like he just arrived and is asking me about my day and picks it up from my bed and we throw it around while talking.

5. seungkwan – i think seungkwan and i could sit and talk outside on the patio when the stars are bright. like we could sit outside and stare out at the stars while i talk about my biggest dreams and don’t even need to see him to know that he thinks the world of me

4. hoshi – i see a lot of face masks. hoshi teaches me how to dance while they rest on our faces, but they keep sliding off because we’re laughing too hard. he has immaculate vibes, like the type to say “here for a good time not for a long time” but it’s an absolute lie because he’s there for both.

3. woozi – although i like to joke that he’s an evil little man, i think we could talk a lot about music and he would be very happy to teach me what he knows, and we’d spend a lot of time developing ideas and growing together.

2. vernon – he has the personality of my irl best friend, like a slightly chaotic aquarius who is horrendously hard to reach like 99% of the time. he’s the kind of guy who would try to make dinner but end up fucking it up so horribly that when i come in it’s like smoky and awful and the fire alarm is going off, so i have to air out the apartment and go get takeout and bring it home to my burned smelling apartment and eat it on the floor of the living room while binge watching a new netflix show.

1. dk – i just love the kind of joy and energy he radiates, like would be excited to do anything at all if it’s with me. would love to accompany me on any task if i just asked, like getting ice cream at 10pm and he’d know exactly what kind of flavor he’d get so it could accompany mine well when we inevitably switched halfway through the cone. saves the bottom of the cone, the chocolate tip, for me because he knows it’s my favorite.

[ghstandpucks]

Holiday / Winter Blurbs!

So I know I said I was going to put this list out there earlier, but this past week was exhausting and I've been recuperating lol I am still working on imagine requests, but wanted to have some fun with the holidays upon us! Send in a player and whatever blurb from this list you would like! Shout out to @buzzin-rp-memes and @rays-prompts for these lists that I mashed together!

1. ❝ Do you wanna build a snowman? ❞

2.❝ Quote ‘Frozen’ one more time. See what happens. ❞

3.❝ Let’s make snow angels! ❞

4.❝ I made you hot cocoa. ❞

5.❝ Did you want hot cocoa? ❞

6.❝ It’s fucking freezing out here! ❞

7.❝ Oh come on, it’s not even that cold out. ❞

8.❝ It’s cold out. Can we stay inside today instead? ❞

9.❝ Oh my god, you're soaked from the snow. Come change before you get sick. ❞

10.❝ I’ve already fallen on my ass four times today. ❞

11.❝ You should not have been driving in this. The roads are awful! ❞

12.❝ Please don’t throw snowballs at me. ❞

13.❝ Wanna have a snowball fight? ❞

14.❝ Let’s go sledding! ❞

15.❝ Do you know how to ski? ❞

16.❝ The peppermint creamer is finally in stock! We have to go to Walmart, now. ❞

17.❝ I found those raspberry candies you like! ❞

18.❝ You haven't tried Starbucks's Peppermint Mocha?? ❞

19. "I baked Christmas cookies!”

20.“You know you don’t need mistletoe to get a kiss from me, right”

21.“Is that mistletoe?”

22.“I think the kids are afraid of Santa Claus..”

23.“Come take a picture with Santa!”

24.“I’m freezing, come cuddle with me!”

25.“This is the ugliest sweater I have ever seen. It’s perfect.”

26.“I don’t like Christmas that much actually.”

27.“It’s snowing!”

28.“Stop eating all the cookies, we gotta leave some for Santa!”

29.“Oh, aren’t the Christmas lights beautiful?”

30.“These carolers suck.”

31.“Why do you always bite the heads off the gingerbread man cookies first?”

32.“Look, couples Christmas sweaters!”

33.“Joke is on you, I’m already on the naughty list."

34.“I’ll be home in time for Christmas, I promise.”

35.“I love the way you sing Christmas carols.”

36.“I hope you like your present.”

37.“Wanna help me decorate?”

38.“You don’t have anyone to spend Christmas with? Well this year you can spend it with us.”

39.“Looks like you got a little drunk off the eggnog, hm?”

40.“I’m not drunk!”

41.“These Christmas parties are always so awkward..”

42.“Don’t be such a scrooge!”

43.“Last time you tried to make Christmas cookies you almost set the house on fire.”

44.“Our flight home got cancelled. We won’t make it home for Christmas.”

45.“You look freezing, take my coat.”

46.“Now why are you out here alone in the cold?”

47.“You’re gonna get sick if you stay out in the cold like that.”

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[onelastbreath-writes]

I Spy

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)

A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo

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“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”

“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.

You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.

You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.

You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.

It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.

“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.

“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.

“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”

“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.

“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.

Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.

“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.

“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”

You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.

“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic.  It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.

“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”

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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.

You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.

All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.

Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.

You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.

And so, the hours rolled.

You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.

You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”

“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.

But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.

“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”

You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.

His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.

Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.

“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”

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[chibinekochan]

How to become a Demon Ruler 207

Part: 00 I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06  I  

Gender Neutral Reader insert

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My classes are finally done for the day and I'm more than ready to go home.

  I spot Beel, he carries Belphie on his back.

  "Is he alright?" I worry that he got hurt somehow. 

"He is just sleeping, happens all the time." Beel smiles lightly. "Are you done for the day?" 

"Yeah, I was just about to head home. What about you?" I feel relieved that nothing bad happened at least. 

"Same, want to go together?" Beel offers with a big smile. 

"Of course." It's definitely better than going alone. 

We start walking at a casual speed. 

"You and Belphie must be super close." It seems unusual to carry a sibling home at least. 

"We are twins so it's natural," Beel explains. 

"Ah, that explains it. I just didn't think of that, since you two look so different." It's a bit strange at least. 

"We were just born at the same time. You see we are all brothers by choice." Beel says this with a big smile. He must really love his bro

I can only smile at this. "That is very awesome. I'm kinda jealous of that." I admit a bit shyly. 

"You, Diavolo and Barbatos seem to have a good bond too. It will only get stronger. By the way, if you run into any issues you can always come to me or any of my brothers. I know they can sometimes be trouble but they would always support people they care about." Beel is serious about this. 

It fills me with warmth."I hope they will care about me soon then and I kinda feel like I belong here already thanks to all of you. It might be a bit early but I'd like to see you all as my friends someday." It's a nice goal to have at least. 

"Sounds good to me." He smiles, but then his stomach rumbles. "Oh, do you mind stopping by a bakery quickly?" He looks guilty at me. 

"I don't mind. I'm getting hungry myself." I have to admit that school drained all of my energy. 

"I'll get you something too then." Beel offers this very nicely to me. 

"Better not. I'm getting fat anyway at this rate." I admit with a low voice. 

"Fat? Were?" He narrows his eyes at me. "Well, if it bothers you you can train with me. I do that too since I don't want to gain too much weight either plus I enjoy the exercise." Beel has a good idea, but there is one issue. 

"I don't think I'd be able to keep up with you at all." I sigh, remembering my training with Barbatos.

"Hmm true, humans are fragile apparently. In that case, I will go easy on you. Just stretches and a few rounds around the house of lamentation and some light exercises for the start." Beel seems to have made a plan already. 

"Let's start with one round and tone down whatever your definition of 'light exercises' way down." I can only shudder at the thought of repeating my experience. 

Beel shrugs. "Alright, it's a plan then. I'll buy you something."

  He heads into the store and comes out with a bag filled to the brim. He hands me a small bag with two items.

  "Can you keep one for Belphie? I usually just end up eating his food too." He admits sheepishly. 

"Of course. No problem." Both items seem to be the same. It looks a bit like a croissant with chocolate and berries.

I take a curious bite. It's sweet and very juicy while also somehow not dripping. "Wow, this is amazing." I can't hide my enjoyment.

  Beel nods while stuffing his mouth. 

When his mouth is empty again, he starts speaking again. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

At that moment, Belphie wakes up. "Hm? Oh, is class over? Thanks for carrying me, Beel." He smiles sleepily. 

"No problem. I got us all a snack. Do you want to walk the rest?" Beel let's Belphie down. 

"Hm? You haven't eaten everything yet?" Belphie yawns and stretches. 

"No, I gave yours to them." Beel smiles at me. 

"Here you go." I hold out the tasty treat for Belphie. 

He takes it. "Thank you both." Belphie smiles mostly at Beel, but that's okay for me. 

"It's very good. Is it one of your favorites, Belphie?" I can imagine that Beel would buy that for his brother. 

"Nope, never even seen this." He bites into the treat. 

"It is brand new and I wanted you two to have it." Beel smiles sheepishly. 

"It's good. Good choice, Beel." Belphie seems pleased enough. "What did you two talk about when I slept?" He looks at Beel. 

"We made plans to train together," Beel replies calmly. 

"Hahaha, good luck with that. I might come to watch that." Belphie finds this very amusing. 

"Just wait and see." I feel strangely motivated by his comment. 

Belphie just shrugs. "Suit yourself."

  We soon arrive at the house of lamentation. We say our goodbyes and I quickly make my way back home.

  I laugh at the thought that the big castle is now my home. It's a nice feeling. I wonder if anyone is home yet?

  Then I see Barbatos waving at me with a smile. My heart jumps with happiness. 

It's been only a few hours since I saw him but I realize that I missed him. 

"How was your first day?" He greets me in a friendly manner. 

"It was pretty good. I even managed to get access to Diavolos power but sadly I set a table on fire. Overall it was a lot better than expected." I figure it's best to be straightforward with my mistake.  There is a good chance that Barbatos knows already anyway. 

Barbatos raises his eyebrows, and this information surprises him after all. " Are you unharmed? " He sounds very worried. 

"I'm fine, it was just pretty surprising. I need to train to control that better. I still have no idea how to access my power yet either, but the other human exchange student is some wizard and he will help me." I shrug and share more news with Barbatos. 

He smiles at me. "I'm glad you are alright and you speak of Solomon, I assume?"

"Yeah, do you know him?" This is pretty interesting to me. 

"Indeed, as a matter of fact, I have a pact with him." Barbatos' face doesn't move. 

It's hard to tell what he feels sometimes. 

I know what I feel at least, jealousy. It's not a nice feeling for sure. I have no clue why I'd even be jealous of that? 

"Is there anything troubling you master?" He looks at me. 

"I'm just kinda tired." I turn away from his gaze, fearing that he somehow can peer straight into my heart. I'm truly stupid for feeling this way. Not only does Barbatos only see me as his master but it's just a pact. It's not like they are dating.

I sigh deeply. 

"Let's head inside then. I have coffee and strong tea that will wake you right back up." Barbatos politely smiles, seemingly unaware of my inner turmoil. 

I'm thankful for that though, I don't like my ugly feelings right now.

  He serves me some hot coffee. I drink it slowly, enjoying the quiet moment after my hectic school day.

  I tell Barbatos about the rest of my day. He listens calmly and seems very pleased.

  "For the rest of today, you can take off. It would be pointless if you would exhaust yourself." Barbatos is still concerned. 

"I'm fine. I want to train a little bit at least. Solomon said I should train with fire or another strong force. I think I will stick to something less dangerous though. Any ideas?" The fire incident is still fresh on my mind. 

Barbatos sighs lightly, then he thinks for a moment. "There is a waterfall in the far back of the estate. It's far enough away if any flooding should occur."

I sweat lightly at the implication. "Sounds great."

"I shall show you the way but promise me to only train for an hour and then take at least a break." Barbatos knows me too well at this point. 

"Thank you. Let me just quickly redress and it will only be for an hour. I have to text Beel anyway regarding our training." I don't plan to exhaust myself. 

"You certainly are getting along well with the brothers. I need to keep an eye on that." Barbatos looks troubled. 

"They are pretty nice and I'm glad to make friends." It's been a long time since I could call anyone my friend, it's a nice feeling to be so accepted. 

"I don't mind you making friends of course. Though it troubles me a bit knowing that you will spend less time at home." Barbatos' words surprise me. 

"Are you feeling lonely?" I say with a teasing smile. 

Barbatos' eyes widen for a split second. "I guess I do…" He looks like he just realized that. "I might have gotten too used to you being around all the time." He admits with a bashful smile. This is a very rare moment. I try to burn it into my memory. 

"Aww, I missed you too," I admit, feeling a bit bashful myself. 

Barbatos smiles unusually softly. "I'm glad we are on the same page about that." There seems to be so much more he wants to say but simply decides to keep quiet.

  I leave him be and quickly run to redress. My outfit is perfect for training and getting a bit wet.

  "I'm ready." I almost run into the waiting Barbatos, who is tending to the flowers in the garden. 

"You are certainly filled with energy. Must be nice." He looks at me with a slightly teasing smile. 

I pout at him. "Are you going to show me that waterfall now?" 

Barbatos gives me a slight smirk. "Of course, follow after me."

  Barbatos leads me through the vast garden, it's even bigger than I assumed. 

I keep an eye on the path, not wanting to repeat the time I fell into Diavolo’s arms. Well, it's not like that was bad, but I shudder thinking what would've happened if I'd fallen into the rose bush. 

It's a bit hard since all of the plants just look so interesting to me.

  Barbatos keeps a close eye on each of my movements, which motivates me to not get distracted from walking. 

Finally, we reach the waterfall. It looks man, or better said, demon-made. It's pretty impressive regardless.

  "I never thought someone would build a waterfall this big in their backyard." I stare at it in awe. 

"It's one of the many projects that the young master build for fun. At least it has some use now for you." Barbatos frowns lightly. 

"Does Diavolo often build random things?" He doesn't seem the type, but then again he kinda does. 

"He sometimes just acts a bit on a whim. It's not necessarily a bad thing but sometimes it can become a burden. Like when he wanted to create a beach. That was quite a hassle." Barbatos sighs. 

I giggle imagining that. "Doesn't the devildom have beaches?" 

"We do, but we have a lava ocean. He wanted to experience a human beach." Barbatos seems slightly troubled.

"A human beach? That sounds like fun. I wonder if I'll ever get to see one again." I remember a vacation that I spent at the ocean. I somehow feel nostalgic.

"Maybe we can arrange something." Barbatos smiles mysteriously at me.

  I don't doubt that Barbatos would create an ocean just for me if I'd order him to do so. Even when it seems like a ridiculous idea it makes me smile. 

Barbatos looks at me with curious eyes but doesn't ask. 

I settle on the side of the river flowing from the waterfall.

  Barbatos seems to be thinking for a moment and then nods. "This is far enough away, but be careful or you might slip." 

"Don't worry, I'll just stay here." It's pretty comfortable on the grass here anyway." I get into a more comfortable pose. 

Barbatos still seems a bit reluctant to leave. " Sadly I have duties to attend to but you just need to yell and I will be right there." He seems to mostly assure himself. 

"I will do that." I agree, even if it's mostly to assure him.

  Barbatos seems to accept this and leaves me alone. 

[onebizarrekai]

Meme Waker: That Final Thing

okay aight here we go here’s the big idea compilation you’ve all been waiting for or something like that

since I’ve finally accepted meme waker’s inevitable fate, I’ll share what I’ve had laying around about it. prepare yourself for a wild ride.

first of all, what existed of the planned character key:

Nightmare = Link Dream = Aryll Cross = Tetra Ink = The Entire Pirate Crew Granny Gertrude = Grandma Horror = Quill Killer = Medli Color = Komali Dust = Makar XGaster = Tingle (yes, you read that right) Fresh = Fado (?) Geno = Laruto Blueberry = Niko Error = Ganondorf Giant Flying Chicken = Helmaroc King Core Frisk = The King XChara = Zelda

So XChara was going to fill the role of Zelda–basically, what was going to happen was that when Cross and Nightmare reached sunken Hyrule, which was replaced by the Omega Timeline, they encountered Core Frisk and with their magical Core Frisk powers that apparently exist, separated XChara from Cross’s body. Because Error was hunting him down for whatever villainous reasons (I dunno, maybe he wanted to find Overwrite or something), XChara was going to spend the near remainder of the comic hiding in the Omega Timeline from Error. It was a pretty neat reference to the fact that Error doesn’t know where the OT is.

Unsurprisingly, considering when I was working on this, Nightmare and Cross may have eventually started dating. They were going to kiss during a fight that involved them accidentally rolling down a hill and then likely spend the remainder of the comic referring to each other as boyfriends, with no further indication of romance between them. I never really mentally decided whether I was actually going to incorporate this or not.

In moments where someone needed to present a musical instrument, Cross was going to play a keytar.

There is a very high chance that the entire comic was going to end up being an elaborate prank set up by Ink and Error.

After being rescued from the Forsaken Fortress, Dream was going to get crossbows and… I dunno, maybe be useful with them sometimes. One consideration was that he was going to complain about being stuck in a glorified retirement home and request joining the party.

Nightmare was going to have a fake ID with the name “Nathaniel Meyer” on it.

When Nightmare eventually pulled up the Gaster Sword, he was basically going to do a magical girl transformation and get a new outfit. I was considering holding a contest where people would submit new designs for Nightmare before I realized that I may have wanted to do it myself. Meanwhile, Cross’s design change at the same time was going to pertain to the fact that he had such a hard time with his uniform that he just wanted to start wearing normal clothes.

When XChara was separated from Cross, it would indicate that Cross can’t use the hack knife anymore, so I had to think of a new weapon for him. I considered giving him arm mounts with knives in them for no reason other than being extra, but I was probably just going to end up going with a regular sword.

Nightmare and Cross were going to be mistaken for missionaries at some point due to Nightmare introducing Cross as his ‘companion’.

Nightmare’s fake ID is actually a driver’s license. Cross questions how he could get one when he’s only fifteen, and Nightmare responds with “what can I say? I live in the country.”

The Giant Flying Chicken was going to evolve into the Cyborg Giant Flying Chicken before Nightmare and Cross fought it. It was already a robot, but someone decided it would be fun to make it look more robotic for some reason. Maybe too many people tried to eat it.

Because Blueberry was going to replace Niko, that meant there was going to be a form of challenge that he would present to Nightmare and/or Cross. They were probably just going to play Dance Dance Revolution.

The dress that Granny Gertrude gave Nightmare was actually going to be infused with magical powers. Either Nightmare could only access the power of the Triforce when he’s wearing the dress, or it was going to be a piece of equipment that turned his sword into a fire sword.

Nightmare was going to come back to the Village of Old People to see that his grandmother had conquered it with capitalism.

Dragon Roost Cavern was going to be replaced with a Pokemon gym.

When Nightmare supposedly kicked Error’s ass at the end of the story, he was going to say something along the lines of “Because fuck you!” and it would be the first and only f-bomb in the whole comic. Nightmare would proceed to say that it was the first time he’d ever said fuck and that he felt dirty.

The Triforce of Courage was just going to be called the Triforce of Porridge for exactly zero reason.

Some incarnation of Buffmare was going to exist in the comic, but only in a sequence taking place in Nightmare’s imagination.

When Cross realized his backpack was missing, it was because I realized his backpack was missing. I forgot to draw it. I decided that the backpack actually fused with him to create a Zelda-style magic pocket.

Nightmare was going to try to control a seagull with the command melody, but he was accidentally going to start controlling Cross instead and make him run into a tree.

The Tree Spirit was going to hold official interviews for placeholder guardians in Dream and Nightmare’s absence. These placeholder guardians were going to be Neil, the overenthusiastic French furry, and Ccino, the local emo kid who is absolutely done with everyone’s bullshit, and exclusively because they were the only ones who applied for the job. Neil was going to have an ulterior motive of becoming Gaston’s successor.

Neil and Ccino were eventually going to ‘get together’, if you can even call it that, and for no other reason than shitpost reasons.

Nightmare may have had a showdown with the Giant Flying Chicken while riding the Great Charizard from Dragon Roost.

Another possible concept for whole story was that it was a bad self insert fic written by a younger version of Nightmare, but it’s really unlikely that I would’ve gone through with that.

Nightmare and Cross may have needed to go on a fetch quest to find Ink’s brush in the ocean because they accidentally lost it, but honestly that would’ve served nothing for the progression of the story. Because XGaster put a tracker on Ink’s brush, they were going to have to enlist his help.

and that about wraps up my notes, now let me throw what I had sitting around of a script draft–reading this was a trip because I forgot that literally 60% of it existed:

(inside the mountain)

Cross: holy shoe, EVERYONE has wings? how is this a thing??

Cross: I’m frickin jealous

Chief: Oh. You must be. Those guys.

Horror: yeah man, I enlisted their help to capture the Chicken Terror, but then they were all like yo, it’s a robot!


Chief: horror robot or not I told you that we weren’t going to capture the chicken terror for food because we’re not cannibals we don’t eat birds

Horror: but

Horror: we’re hardly even birds!

Chief: you know your job Horror. now get back to work. your actual work.

Horror: But… being the mailman sucks!


Chief: Do I need to confiscate your axe again?


Horror: OKAY FINE. I’M GOING. (flies away in a huff)

Chief: AND DO YOUR GODFORSAKEN LAUNDRY!

Chief: I apologize for that… so, how can I help you two today?


Nightmare: You guys have like, some pearl thing or something? We need to like, collect three of them in order to… save the multiverse… or something like that.

(Camera dramatically darkens.)

Chief: It’s just as the prophecy foretold…

Nightmare: oh god what

Chief: You see, young whippersnappers… legend tells of a great hero that would rise up and save a bunch of people in times of desperation that they don’t even realize are desperate. the great hero would travel far and wide in search of the Pearls of Shiny to finally retrieve a great weapon that he would use to strike down the evil that few knew existed. also the hero would have a sidekick wearing stupid clothes.

Cross: EXCUSE ME

Chief: THAT’S JUST WHAT THE PROPHECY SAID

Nightmare: okay, y’know, I’m just gonna roll with it. where can I get the pearl?

Chief: Well… that’s where the hard part comes in. You see, the pearl belongs to my son… but he’s been acting like an edgy teenager lately.

Nightmare: Great…

Cross: Is there a reason he’s being edgy? Maybe there’s something we can do to appease his hormones.

Cross: Free food works like a charm for me.

Chief: No, it’s more complicated than that. When one of our people becomes of age, they climb to the top of Charizard Island to receive a scale from the Great Charizard that will allow them to grow wings.

Nightmare: the… great charizard.

Chief: But lately, the Great Charizard has been throwing inexplicable temper tantrums. No one can get close to him anymore. And with my son being of age, he’s decently pissed off about this.

Chief: We’re thinking that the Great Charizard is displeased about something, and it is also causing our shortage of food.

Nightmare: Wait, you worship something named after a Pokemon?


Chief: Anyway, perhaps you two will be able to talk some sense into my son. Maybe he just wants to talk to someone his age that isn’t Horror or Killer.

Nightmare: What kind of names are those?


Chief: There’s a letter that I wanted my son to read, and I’ve given it to Killer to hold onto. You can go get it from him upstairs in the first room near the stairs, just tell him I sent you. He’s the little guy in the short shorts, you’ll probably recognize him when you see him.

Nightmare: Can’t you just call him here?


Chief: No, it is of upmost importance that you experience a basic fetch quest in order to become a great hero, because those fetch quests will become needlessly complicated before you even realize it.

Nightmare: ?????

Nightmare: I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not–

Cross: dude let’s just go get the letter

(scene transition)

(Killer dramatically turns around and it zooms in and says his name SSB style)

Nightmare: Wait, why do you get a dramatic introduction?


Killer: Dayum. New faces.

Nightmare: Why is everyone ignoring my questions??

Killer: (needlessly sensual voice) So, what brings you here? (walking closer)


Nightmare: (backs into wall) NO BUENO

Cross: You have a letter or something?


Killer: Oh. Yeah. Chief gave it to me for some reason. Yo, catch.

(He chucks it like a ninja star. Cross catches it between his hands in front of his face.)


Killer: Ey! You actually caught it!


Cross: I’m a trained ninja.

Killer: So like, who are you guys?

Cross: I’m Cross. He’s Larry.

Nightmare: NIGHTMARE. MY NAME IS NIGHTMARE.

Killer: Aw man, I know the feel of having a really lame name and wanting one that’s cooler.

Nightmare: No. Like. My name is actually Nightmare. My senile grandma called me Larry earlier today and this loser picked up on it.

Killer: There’s no need to lie. I understand.

Nightmare: I’M NOT LYING!

Killer: anyway make sure you get that letter to Color there’s something I have to do–

(Killer zips out the door behind them.)


Cross: what even the frick?


Nightmare: that guy freaks me the frick out.

Nightmare: literally. I felt like he was coming onto me.

Cross: you’re imagining things.

(SCENE TRANSITION)
 Cross: all right Nightmare I literally do not trust your ability to communicate with another person in a way that will make them feel inclined to give us something so just let me handle this okay

Cross: okay better yet wait outside the room

(Nightmare makes a less than amused face.)


Cross: it’s for the greater good

(Cross walks into the room.)

Cross: hi my name is Cross and

Color: LEAVE

(Cross immediately exits the room.)

Cross: this is a lost causeNightmare: what

Cross: go make him bleed with your words

Nightmare: dude isn’t this the part where we give him the frickin letter

Cross: (pauses) :o

Cross: OH RIGHT

(Cross takes the letter and goes back into the room, leaving the door open)

Cross: oh yeah this letter is for you it’s from your dad or something

Color: Oh, wow. Can’t even be bothered to talk to me in person.

Color: Give me that thing.

(Color stares at the letter. It’s actually a letter from Killer filled with really bad pickup lines and other really creepy compliments.)

Color: What the hell, you said this was from my dad!

Cross: We thought it was–??

(Killer teleports in behind them, scaring the shit out of Nightmare)


Killer: Suuuup~

Color: Killer I swear to god.

Killer: Here’s the actual letter, though you might not be happy with it.

(He flings it at Color and it lands in front of him. He reads it over, rolls his eyes and throws it in the trash.)

Cross: So uh… I don’t know what the letter says but apparently we’re prophesied heroes collecting a bunch of pearls to save the multiverse and the pearl you have is–


Color: Can everyone just get out of my room already?

(everyone just leaves)

Nightmare: What even was the point of that stupid fetch quest?

Killer: Oh yeah, can you guys help me with something? Just a smalllll favor. And I can’t ask anyone else because I’m not supposed to do it.

Killer: I need some strong, reliable people…

Nightmare: Don’t touch me.

Killer: It’s just a small favor! And I mean actually small, it’ll take like two minutes.

Nightmare: I have doubts about this.

Killer: Great! Meet me out back by the spring.

Nightmare: Wait which side is the back–

(Killer is gone)

Nightmare: Cross which side is the back.

Cross: I don’t know??

(after spending twenty minutes going through the various exits trying to figure out how to get there)

Killer: What the hell took you so long.

Nightmare: Directions would’ve been helpful. There wasn’t even a freaking map anywhere in there!

Killer: The hollow is like the size of a middle class house! How difficult could it be to find out where to go?!

Nightmare: IT’S A DOME THERE IS NO BACK

Cross: OKAY, what matters is that we’re here, what the heck do we do now.

Killer: Okay, okay. (steps backwards) Look, if you look around here, it’s all a dried up spring. The Great Charizard was throwing a tantrum, a boulder fell down and it coincidentally plugged up the spring for the third time this week, which is literally our main source of fresh water. I’m honestly getting sick of this so I’m going to climb the mountain and see what’s going on because everyone else is too scared to do it.

Nightmare: God. You’re not gonna make us go with you, are you?


Killer: Oh, no way. I just need you to throw me up that cliff over there so I can get into the cavern that leads up the mountain.

Nightmare: Can’t you fly?

Killer: Not thirty feet straight up. Do these noodle arms look like they can manage that?


Nightmare: Whatever. But quick question. How the hell does one throw a person.

Killer: I weigh like fifty pounds. It shouldn’t be that hard. Also, if you’ve noticed, the wind is rapidly changing directions, so you’ll probably have the best effect throwing me when the wind is blowing that way.

Nightmare: Mhmm. Sure. Let’s just get this over with.

(Nightmare crouches down and Killer fuckin walks onto his shoulders)

Nightmare: Hey! Watch it!

(some way or another he throws Killer and Killer barely makes it to the cliff, face planting into the ground)

Nightmare: Well I guess that worked.

Killer: THAT WAS TERRIBLE!

Nightmare: YOU’RE WELCOME! COULD’VE JUST USED A DAMN LADDER!

Killer: NOBODY OWNS A LADDER HERE BECAUSE EVERYONE CAN FLY!

Nightmare: Then how the frick do people get up this cliff?!

Killer: THERE’S NORMALLY A BRIDGE BUT IT BROKE AND PROBLEMS LIKE THESE ARE PRECISELY WHY I’M CLIMBING THE MOUNTAIN TO BEGIN WITH! ALSO I’M LEAVING BYE. (turns and leaves)

(cricket cricket)

Cross: Nightmare we should probably follow him.

Nightmare: No.

Cross: What else do we have to do. We solve their problem, Color can get his wings and then he stops being emo and gives us the pearl out of the goodness of his heart.

Nightmare: I’m not risking my life for this! If that guy is willing to do it himself I’m going to let him do it!

Cross: Dude, look at that guy. He looks about at capable fixing whatever the problem is as Ink is at providing emotional support. If this happens to be anything like a video game, we’re the only ones capable of solving anything. Besides, what else are we supposed to do? Hang around and wait for something to happen?

Nightmare: All right, fine. But how are we supposed to do something? It’s not like we can climb up a thirty foot cliff.

Cross: No, but we can swim, right?Nightmare: What?

(Cross draws a line around the rock covering the spring. It dematerializes into red squares and water starts to spew out of the spring. They both run back towards the side and climb up the cliff they came from)

Nightmare: Dude, what the hell was that?

Cross: I can draw lines around things with my sword and they do that and go away.

Nightmare: … do they go somewhere?


Cross: I dunno.

(Meanwhile in Xtale, a boulder slams into the floor and almost crushes Fresh because of course he’s there)

(The spring fills up)


Nightmare: You know I’m starting to have second thoughts about this swimming thing seeing as how I’ve never actually–(Cross kicks him into the water)


(LATER)


Nightmare: YOU ASSHOLE I ALMOST DROWNED

Cross: You’re exaggerating.

Random Dude: STOP RIGHT THERE!


Nightmare: who.

Random Dude: YOU AREN’T GOIN ONE STEP PAST THIS POINT! YOU’RE LIGHT YEARS FROM FACING BROCK!

(nightmare squints)

(comic suddenly goes into a battle sequence)

Nightmare: whoa whoa what the hell is happening

Cross: oh my god it’s pokemon NIGHTMARE IT’S POKEMON

Nightmare: I DON’T HAVE ANY POKEMON CROSS THREATEN HIM

(Random Dude sent out MEWTWO)

Cross: DEAR GOD

Cross: LISTEN THERE’S A HUGE MISUNDERSTANDING WE’RE NOT TRAINERS WE DON’T HAVE POKEMON

Random Dude: tHEN WHY ARE YOU IN A POKEMON GYM HUH

Cross: Uh… touring?

Random Dude: OH

Random Dude: I SEE

(The Random Dude returns his Mewtwo.)

Random Dude: THERE HAS BEEN AN UNFORTUNATE MISUNDERSTANDING

Cross: Say uh, you didn’t happen to see a scrawny dude with wings pass through here, did you?

Random Dude: Oh yeah, he went into the next room and took the elevator to the top.

(silence)


Nightmare: Why are there always elevators.

(two seconds later, they reach the elevator and there’s a dude standing in front of it)


Nightmare: um excuse me we need to use the elevator

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: excuse me I said move

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: HELLO

Dude: oh man I can’t find my glasses anywhere what do I do

Nightmare: MOVE ASSHOLE

Cross: I think it’s a preprogrammed NPC.

Nightmare: UAGGGGHHHHH

(Nightmare throws himself into the person, but he slams into the STEEL WALL OF NPC)

Nightmare: CROSS TELEPORT HIM AWAY

Cross: wait are you serious what if that freakin kills him I don’t know where these things go

Nightmare: YOU SAID IT YOURSELF HE’S AN NPC

(Cross shrugs. He draws a line around the NPC and the NPC disappears)

(one elevator ride later)

Nightmare: (chokes) oh god

Nightmare: the altitude

Cross: nightmare this island is still lower than ink’s house.

Nightmare: PSYCHOLOGICAL ALTITUDE

(fwip)

Cross: Oh look, it’s that guy from earlier.

Nightmare: Got captured somehow. Why am I not surprised?

Killer: YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW YOU GUYS

(A really buff guy abruptly slams into the ground)

Buff Guy: FEAR MY WRATH, FOR I AM BROCK! LEADER OF ALL THINGS ROCK HARD

Nightmare: Look man, we really don’t have time for this, just let the shota hoe go, we’re just checking up on the huge-ass Charizard up there.

Killer: excuse me

Brock: I AM THE LOYAL GUARDIAN OF THE GREAT CHARIZARD! You can only pass if you defeat me!


Cross: what the hell is even happening anymore

(Loud gym battle music as the gate at the entrance of the clearing slams shut)

Nightmare: LOOK WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS WE DON’T HAVE ANY POKEMON

(Brock war cries as he sends out a very anime geodude)

Nightmare: can someone please tell me I’m hallucinating all of this

Brock: WELL, IF YOU DON’T HAVE POKEMON, YOU’LL HAVE TO USE A RENTAL

Cross: What? But rental pokemon always suck.

Brock: YOU MUST PROVE YOUR WORTH SOMEHOW! AND BECAUSE YOU’RE SMALL CHILDREN YOU OBVIOUSLY CAN’T PROVE IT THROUGH SUMO WRESTLING.

Nightmare: I’m fifteen!

Cross: Nightmare I think you’re missing the point.

Killer: Good god, just let them through and let me out of here, they’re the heroes of prophecy.

Brock: PROPHECY

Brock: GOODNESS ME I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT

(Brock returns his geodude)

Brock: YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING

Nightmare: That would have worked?

Brock: BUT! IF YOU WANT TO FREE THIS TINY FELLOW HERE, YOU MUST COMPLETE A DIFFERENT CHALLENGE! FOR YOU SEE, HE TRIED TO PASS THROUGH HERE WITHOUT WRITTEN PERMISSION!


(Killer rolls his eyes. Nightmare squints, literally pulling a notebook out of his shirt. He writes something in it, walking up to Brock and holding it up. It says “Let the guy out of jail you dick”)

Brock: AHA

Brock: WELL

Brock: I CAN’T ARGUE WITH THAT

(He stomps his foot on the ground and the bars in front of Killer go up)

Brock: DON’T BE CAUSING TROUBLE NOW KIDS


(He ascends back into the sky)


Cross: I’m not even going to ask. That entire conversation felt like a drug trip.

(Killer dramatically throws himself onto Nightmare)


Killer: I knew you would come around, my knight in–

Nightmare: Why did I assume that you had become any less creepy in the last ten minutes. Why did I even do that?


Killer: Because your heart told you to.

Nightmare: Dear god stop touching me or I will literally pick you up and slam you into the floor.

Killer: Feisty. Anyway, I figured out why the Great Charizard is freaking out all the time. His tail is hanging down into the room below him and something is chewing on it like all the time.

Cross: What? Then why doesn’t it just, I dunno, pull its freaking tail out of the room like a reasonable creature? Or maybe take care of the problem on its own?

Killer: The Great Charizard is like a five year-old. It’s self aware, but it expects all of its problems to be solved by everyone else and throws tantrums when that doesn’t happen.

Nightmare: Well that’s stupid. Why does everyone act like it’s some holy being then?

Killer: Because it’s a massive, terrifying dragon that can breathe fire?

ok unfortunately this is where the script ends but I hope you enjoyed that

oh yeah, and some extremely old art that I found:

as well as a brief consideration to make the characters human before deciding that I just didn’t want to work on the comic anymore.

basically you will notice that most of this doesn’t have a solid outline, and you’d be right: I never actually planned it that meticulously. I mostly just winged it and threw stuff in over the course of time and never even really planned anything close to a definitive ending beyond “maybe it was a prank”. sorry if this is like… anticlimactic, but it’s all I could find!

[bloededhoine]

hi! I loved the last headcanons I requested so I'm sending more, hope u don't mind and sorry if this is late and if it is not Friday for u anymore. ☾, ■ and ♡ for Morvran (coz the one u wrote is the most amazing thing) and ✿ for Ves. Thank you so much and btw I abolutely love your witcher memes

you sent this 6 november. it is currently 12 december (by time i finished it its 11 january on my god) i am so fucking sorry but here you go! also the ves one.. yes.

☾ - sleep headcanon

■ -  bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

✿ - sex headcanon

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sleep headcanon

morvran is generally a pretty light sleeper, to the point where someone walking loudly outside will wake him up

so, he takes it upon himself to be properly tired before he goes to bed so he'll sleep through the night

this is usually accomplished by riding (a horse or a diplomat? who's to say)

good god it's the third bullet point how did i already make this sexual

alright...

he totally gives me monogrammed matching pyjama set vibes

like they're a mahogany coloured silk with a little MV embroidered in cursive

ciri loves making fun of them

but he's comfy DAMNIT

he sleepwalks... and didn't think it worth mentioning until emhyr hired a witcher to deal with the palaces supposed wraith problem...and of course he didn't want the city of golden towers to have a reputation as a hotbed for monsters.... but he eventually decided he liked his status as the local ghost

he keeps a dream diary.

like most of these hcs are based on tiny details in some obscure translation, but trust me bro morvran voorhis keeps a dream diary

he plays the dapper dude game, but with enough sambuca he will absolutely tell you why journaling your dreams is the most important thing you can do

he wears slippers. i know this for a fact. they match his pyjamas and he leaves them right next to his bed every night

of course, this started with morvran's father making sure he was always prepared for a quick getaway

even after the assassination he just couldn't shake the habit. he also always stays on the ground or first floor and won't fall asleep in a room unless the windows open from the inside. precautions, you know?

great now i'm sad

bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

okay here's the thing you need to understand about morvran voorhis: he did not have any autonomy for the first 20 odd years of his life

growing up in the imperial palace doesn't leave a lot of room for individuality. sure, he had expensive toys, soft fabrics, and the nicest governesses and most intelligent tutors in the empire, but none of it was his

even after his father died, he couldn't leave because he was getting married off to some girl he'd never even met!

so, by time he had command of the alba division and, by extension, his own life, he got creative

i'm talking a tapestry of his favoured stallion that takes up an entire wall

and a custom plaque of the merchant's guild insignia on the mantle

and a hook right next to his bed to put his medallion

and his own gwent card, framed

and a map of nilfgaard he annotates himself, with markings such as "bastard who stole fire scorpion, cheats with scoia'tael deck", "pretty girl witcher", "annoying witcher", "guild army contact", "actual 25 centimetres, take portal or carriage"

and a desk he never actually uses because it's too orderly and looks too nice to mess up

should all those mismatched patriotic and egotistical things look good together? no, no they should not. but do they?? fuck to the yes! our mans knows the importance of a colour scheme!

when you first walk in his quarters, it looks kind of like most of the others in alba, except with a few extra empty coffee mugs

but he HAS THOSE MOTHERFUCKING DETAILS

i don't know why i'm so invested in this i just fucking KNOW it's true

he's a neat freak. i feel like we all knew this.

there's a designated spot for everything, and don't you dare mess up the system

also if you drip water on his rug he will 100% throw your ass out onto the street

romantic headcanon

now, i'm almost exclusively romantically attracted to women, but i would marry voorhis and not just for the money

he definitely has a huge romantic streak that he really loves indulging. buying flowers, writing love letters, all of that, he genuinely enjoys it

yes, he's a busy man, but he makes the little moments count! he definitely bugs assire for a new xenovox like every week because he breaks them so often

morvran voorhis is a massive flirt. i will not be taking questions

i told myself i wouldn't work in my voorhis used to be a sex worker hc in this, but you know what he did and that's important to him!

the flirting is definitely an issue in relationships, especially with people who didn't know him before he was a commander.

i'm not saying he's two faced, he just has very distinct business and pleasure personas that he doesn't want to mix

he also sees relationships as fairly contractual. he gave those diplomats a little of ~this~ because it helped him succeed. somewhere along the way he began to enjoy the feelings of courting someone, but it was largely because he knows you're always better at work you enjoy.

ciri has called him out on it a few times... he was not happy

how dare you ask this man to be vulnerable he is a BOTTOM

but i honestly think that if there is someone he wants, he will make himself worthy of them. voorhis is nothing if not confident and determined, and i think those are more powerful than the massive daddy issues and praise kink

he really just puts in effort and concern to all aspects of a relationship

like dates? unreal

he always starts by going to the vegelbud estate, partly because he is desperate for his peers' approval and partly because he wants to see if this lucky person is a good match

he also knows all the places around the estate where wildflowers grow. i told you he's a romantic.

sex headcanon

i'm about to be incredibly gay on main oh good god jimmy don't read this please

ves is a dom and a top. acceptable titles include Sir, Master, or Lieutenant and you better fucking use them

ves definitely gets around. i mean, just look at her. the energy is immaculate and she knows what she's doing

overstim. just... one is not enough. shaking is not enough. begging is not enough. being completely fucked out and not even able to manage any words while sobbing? that might do. (with consent!)

not that ves doesn't love to hear some begging, she definitely does. it's just not going to motivate or demotivate her to do anything, she already has it all planned out

that plan includes hearing someone beg for her strap even as she's deep enough inside them they can feel it in their belly

good god i'm really exposing all my kinks

anyways let's keep it going!

she's an amazing rigger

not just in technique, she knows exactly when to be gentle versus firm and create art out of a body and some ropes

ves bites

just grabbing a handful of hair and tilting their head back so she can leave marks on their throat... mmhm yeah

i think she fucked geralt

like yeah you can have her fuck geralt in assassins of kings but i think she just did it anyway cause she was bored and smelled a bottom

he had a very good time

ves was eh

geralt's just far more submissive than ves's usual partners. i mean, she's used to handling 5 temerian guerillas. a singular witcher isn't even a challenge

surprisingly, she's quiet. spending 80% of her day within earshot of her father figure made this more of a necessity, but she can fashion an excellent gag for any parties who aren't worried about all of temeria hear them