#( so we did hc out the ending but i was also swept away by how peaceful their convos are )

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Hi I just wanna say I read the Dad! Stanley hcs you did and it was sooo goood I loved every bit of it.

I was wondering if you could do a bit of an angsty request where Stanley's child is in there late teens an gets possesed by Bill, like what do you think his reaction would be, since when dipper got possesed by bill, bill physicaly injured dippers body a lot and was just genuinely careless with his body. Also I have no idea when the reader would be possesed by bill mabey after Ford is back to make things extra angsty since ford knows of bill, idk do whatever you like with this request I just like angst with for no reason whatsoever.

Also I did try to find if you had any request rules but I couldn't find any so if you do have rules and this request is something you don't feel comfortable writing then please just ignore this request, I hope you have a brilliant day or night :D.

Another thing I just wanted to mention is I'm sorry for how long this request is.

Far From The Weight of The World

Dad!Stanley Pines x Teen!Reader

❀ 9,1k words its a loottt so if ur ready to hunker down and read a whole bunch this is for u!!

❀ guess who finished far from the weight of the world THIS GUYYY

❀ it wouldn't have ever seen the light of day if it wasn't for @raventeen they helped me sm!! like they helped every single step of the way and chose the direction of where this should go so big thanks to them <3

❀ i hope you all enjoy this! :3

❀ possible tw: description of skin melting off, throwing up blood, self inflicted harm, more blood, uhh broken bones? even more blood

❀ gn!reader

❀ i love dad stan pines smmm

❀ requests r still open hehe

“Sweetheart!” Stan’s footsteps could be heard thumping on the ground towards you. You marched forwards, your throat painfully knotted in a ball, suppressing your sobs and swallowing your words. Your head swirled with the word liar, spinning around hastily. Whispers of Mable and Dipper could be heard distantly behind you, their concerned eyes digging holes right through you. Too swept up by your wind of emotions you ignored their worried looks. 

“We can talk about this, kiddo. Just give me a second.” His fingers curl against your arm but you yank it away before he’s able to wrap them around you. “What do you want, Dad?” You promptly turned around, glassy eyes somberly staring into his wide ones. “Can you please give me a chance. Hear me out,” his voice cracked at the end, his hands twitching to desperately reach out to you and prevent you from taking another step further away from him. “I don’t know If I can trust you, Dad.” Uttering that sentence shattered something within you. Not once have you thought of yourself ever telling your very own dad that you don’t trust him. He had never given you a reason to distrust him. To you, all his past lies were seen as truth to you, undeniable facts that couldn’t be broken apart because his word carried high validity, to you at least. But now, you’re not even sure that he’s telling you the truth right now.

Ford’s heavy shoes sounded on the creaky wooden floors, announcing his presence wordlessly. “[Name], dear. Listen to your father.” He adds. He looked at you with an analytical stare, twisting your stomach inside out. You didn’t like how he looked at you like you were one of his captured anomalies, inspecting you and reading your tense body language, anticipating for the second where you’d act out of pure emotion so he’d supply you with meaningless words that held nothing but empty hope to burn out the flurry of emotions that ran rampant inside you.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you, Uncle Ford.” You spat out. He was the last person you wanted to hear anything from. From time to time, you’ve begged him to tell you what exactly is going around here yet he’d always brush you aside, dismissing whatever you’d ask and move on with the next thing that gripped his attention. “You never wanted to say anything to me until now.” 

Ford, not expecting your answer, stumbled with his words. He shakes his head, almost as if he’s expelling his shock with the shakes and regains his composure. “[Name],” he starts off with a stern tone. “You are acting purely on your emotions. I need you to compose yourself and talk to us when you’re relaxed enough to form a proper sentence that doesn’t have you snapping at us.” 

Your jaw gawks open. “So you’re telling me that I shouldn’t be feeling upset over this? 

Ford clicked his tongue, a twinge of frustration oozing out of him. Everything you’re saying is going off the script Ford had curated in his head. He’s rendered useless as he scrambles for words he can put together in a sentence that’ll feasibly flip your train of thought around and convince you that the way you’re acting is irrational. 

Ford waved his head side to side, unsure with his answer. Stan noticed the apprehension shrouded on Ford’s face and he silently signaled to him to not say what he’s about to say, already knowing that his poor choice of words was going to send this whole situation right on its back. Too stubborn for his own good, Ford stood his ground and opened his mouth much to Stan’s clear distaste of him speaking his mind. 

“Yes but no.” You grit your teeth together, eyes narrowly staring daggers at Ford who looked seemingly pleased with his response.

Stan gulps nervously, taking a cautious step forward. “Sweetie, don’t listen to him. He’s an idiot. He doesn’t know what–” 

“--You’re telling me that I’m overreacting? I have just found out that my dad has been lying to me since the moment I was born! And to make matters worse, you all are hiding things from me. None of you are bothering to tell me what the hell is going on here. Why are we all so secretive? We all promise to tell each other everything, no more secrets, no more lies! What happened to that? You all know something and I have a right to know as well!”

You heaved out a ragged breath, words spilling out of you in a madden rush. You held down your tongue for too long. Long nights of sneaky meandering had left you scrambling all the pieces they had discarded on secrets of Gravity Falls together, solving and answering all the questions you laid out for them but chose to ignore. All the lies Stan had fed you over the years concerning this supposed lazy town was unraveling right in front of you. What else had he been hiding from you? What other filthy lies had he pushed on you that you so mindlessly believed? 

Stan’s mouth flounders, stammers of jumbled sounds spilled out. His arms are rendered at his side, stunned with your outburst. “I thought I was protecting you.” He whispers, his fingers flexing anxiously. “Dad! This whole summer has been nothing but crazy. I didn’t know that we had half of those monsters in our woods because you lied to me and told me that it’s been my imagination. What if I had gotten close to one thinking that it was all in my head, and the beast mauls my head off. What then, Dad?” 

Stan deflates. Lost for words, he runs a hand down his gray hair. Thinking about finding your bloodied body sent full body chills down his spine and his stomach lurching. He never sat down and thought of the consequences of what he told you. As long as he said that it was all in your head, he thought you would’ve strayed away from them. 

“I’m going outside. Maybe some stupid gnome would actually tell me what’s going on here because nobody here wants to even tell me anything.” The door slammed shut, causing everything on the wall to rattle and almost tip over. “Oh,” Stan drooped his head onto his palms, tears swelling in his eyes. “I really screwed up here.” He whispered to himself, his voice crackly and small. 

Ford patted his back and Stan believed for a quick moment that Ford was going to say something so beautifully uplifting that he’d see the brighter sides of things, but he tells him, “When are you not?” and continues to pat his back.

Stan violently shrugged Ford’s hand off, his hand pushing Ford away from him. “Really, poindexter?” He scoffs, walking off into the living room where Mable and Dipper watched the whole scene unfold. “I thought it would offer some comfort!” He defeatedly argues back, a dejected sigh escaping him when his eyes meet Mable’s watery ones and Dipper’s disappointed glare. “Kids, I—“ Mable swiftly turns her head to the side, mumbling something under her breath as she ambles up to her room. 

“I’m going to find them.” Stan walks in, slipping on a jacket to shield him from the cold. “I’m coming too.” Ford reaches out to grab the doorknob when Stan’s hand stops him from doing so. “I don’t think they want to see you right now.” Stan gingerly shoved Ford out of the way, leaving him to his thoughts as he shut the door behind him. Cursing to himself, Ford rams his foot on the door angrily. 

Venturing far into the lush woods, you grumbled bitterly to yourself. You couldn’t even trust your own family to tell you something so simple. How utterly pathetic is that? 

You fought the urge to punch a nearby tree and continued on, getting yourself lost in the natural maze of the forest. You wanted to get as far away as possible just so you can find time for yourself to cool down. After a while, the cold air started to nip at your exposed arms. The hairs on your body stood up as a cold shiver rippled through you. Hugging yourself to provide some warmth you found yourself sitting on the grassy floor, back leaning against the bark of the tree. 

The soft chirps and squeaks of the animals brought a sense of calmness over you. These woods have been declared dangerous by Stan and for the longest time you never went out here without Stan hovering behind you or Soos mindlessly meandering through the woods with you. Your hands swayed across the green blades of grass, focusing on the itchy feeling that ran through your palms rather than the bitter cold. The faint whistles of the wind swirled around your ears and out around you. Has this forest always been so peaceful? Leaning your head against the trunk of the tree, you closed your eyes shut. Relishing in the comforting nature the woods provided you. 

“Sweetheart?” Your eyes shoot open. “Dad?” Your heart quickens, your head whipping around rapidly. “Sweetie?” Stan’s voice grew closer and closer. The sound of the grass crunching and bending under his steps resounded throughout the quiet woods, his calls becoming more frequent and louder. How did he find you so quickly? 

A shadowy figure, one you’ve grown to recognize, stepped out from the shade and presented himself. “[Name].” Stan sweetly calls out, kneeling down beside you. “Dad? What are you doing here?” 

Stan smiled, opening his mouth but all that came out was a raspy breath. “Wha–” Your voice hitches in your throat. 

Stan’s skin started melting off in a disgusting mess of bubbling flesh. The side of his face became a drooping mess and a crazed cackle left his lips. “You should’ve seen the look on your face, kid!” He points a boney finger at you, melted flesh sludge dripping from the bone. You scramble back, terrified screams ripping out of you. 

“W-What is going on?” You push yourself up from the floor with your hand, bile coating the back of your throat at the horrid sight of Stan’s bloodied flesh sploshing to the floor. “I’m just playing tricks on you!” With a snap of his finger, Stan poofed away in thin air. What took his spot was an ominous floating triangle with a top hat. “Well, well, well, look who it is, [Name]! I knew we'd cross paths sooner or later. I gotta admit, I'm thrilled!” His eye crinkled in a joyous smile. 

“How…” You blinked dumbly at the floating triangle. “I’m dreaming, right?”

“You sure are, kid!” 

A wave of recognition passes through you. This was the god Ford was talking about in one of his journals. Your knowledge of him was not much, but from the tidbits you have read, Ford had admired this god. He went as far as to calling the triangle his muse. What was his name? Wasn’t it– “Bill?” His name spills out of your mouth. “Ah! So you do know about me?” He tilts a little in your direction, his hands clasped together. “Hear anything good?” A glimmer of forlorn hope shimmers in his eye before it’s washed away with an inquisitive look. “I-I think so? My Uncle really liked you from what I had read in his journals.” You squint your eyes in thought.

“Oh, he really liked me.” Bill’s charmed voice had entailed that there was more to the story than what was told but he didn’t give you time to mull over that thought before jumping into the flow of another topic. “But that’s all in the past now, right?” He snaps his fingers, a comfortable looking chair appearing before your eyes. He floated down on the chair, kicking his legs up and crossing them. 

“I heard that a little someone has been lied to, isn’t that unfortunate?” The corner of his eye pulled to the side, almost as if it was a sadden frown. “How did you know?” The chair poofs away.  “I see everything, kid!” His hands fall to his sides and he slowly leans towards you, his eye pulled wide open. Flashes of images you couldn’t quite comprehend flickered by in a brisk montage. “Everything.” He draws out. “Anyways, I've got a deal for you. You give me, I give you. Sounds fair, doesn't it?” 

You raise a brow. “How can I trust you?” You rolled your fingers around the grass, delicately pulling on them. 

“Your dear Uncle Ford trusted me!” He shakes his hands enthusiastically. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, still not convinced. “You literally pretended to be my dad and melted him right in front of me.” Bill put his fists to his sides, huffing out like a little child. “Can’t a triangle have a little fun here?” He rolled his eye dramatically. You eyed him, skepticism evident on your face. “I don’t know…” You plucked out a few blades of grass from the dirt. “I feel like if you wanted to gain my trust then you shouldn’t have done that.” You crumpled up the grass into a little green ball and tossed it at Bill. The ball passes through his body. 

“Maybe you’ll change your mind once I propose the deal..?” Bill’s eye stretched out and morphed into a mouth with his lips puckered. He whistles out a tune you can’t recognize and innocently kicks the air. “Go on,” You wave your hand out to him. “If you make a deal with me, everything that you’ve been wanting to know will be revealed to you. All you have to do is shake my hand.” He extended out his hand, blue flame engulfing it whole. You blink your eyes in surprise. Was it really that easy? “There’s no catch?” 

Bill’s fingers trembled in anticipation. “None whatsoever!” 

You could trust him, right? Ford had trusted him! Bill even confirmed it himself. And with what you read, Bill had been giving him infinite knowledge. Feeding him thoughts that no one else had thought of before. He did manage to build that portal and come to think of it, wasn’t it triangular shaped? Was that Bill shaped or were you reaching? You think for a minute more, weighing the pros and the cons. Biting your tongue, you looked at Bill. Bill made a deal with Ford and he’s still alive and well, so how bad could it really be?

You bite the bullet and grasp onto his hand, the flame trailing towards you and consuming your hand whole. A maniacal laugh rips through the air and the world stills. The color drains around you, unpleasantly welcoming you to a monochrome world. “That was just too easy!” Bill wipes a tear from his eye, his firm grip on your hand never wavering. “W-What do you mean?” You tried forcefully pulling your hand away from Bill’s iron grip but it felt like your whole hand was encased in stone. No matter how hard you tried prying yourself away from his hold, his hand still didn’t budge. His eye twists into a pleased smile, his fingers thumping against the edge of your palm gleefully. 

“Was I an idiot for trusting you?” Your words came out in a quiet whisper. You can feel the life being sucked out of you as Bill drew his hand back. “Yes! Absolutely!” He said with a cheer, yanking his hand back suddenly, pulling you out of your physical form. Bill wasted no time taking over your body. He rose up with a delighted laugh, his hands running down your body, taking in the new but familiar feeling. “Wow!” He pressed your palms on your lower back, stretching out your back with a few gratifying pops. “It has been so long since I’ve possessed someone!” Cracking your fingers, he turned over to your floating form with an eerie smile. The world bleeds back into its colors and the soft tranquil sounds of the forest flooded your ears. “Funny how we switched places, huh?” 

You let out a shaky breath, your mind relentlessly battering you with words. How was this even possible? How could you be so foolish? You couldn’t even comprehend any of this. Bill moving around and using your body was terrifying. That was physically you and right now, he was joyously ramming your fist into the tree. You can see the skin on your knuckles rip and tear, blotchy patches of blood tainting the light bark. A light tingle of pain buzzed on your knuckles but it went away as quickly as it came.

“You’re so easy to injure! How weak are you?” He observes the damage eagerly, making your finger pinch on a frayed piece of skin. He twisted it and pulled it back, lightly chuckling to himself as he watched pearls of blood bead up from the now exposed skin. “Bill, stop!” Out of instinct, your hand went over to swat his arm away. A cold gust of wind flows through you as your hand phases right through yo–Bill. He stopped, plucking off the skin and flicking it aside.  “If you keep hurting yours–, I mean, me! They’re going to wonder what happened.”

“Not if I tell them that you got attacked!” He said in a sing-song voice, his eyes keenly looking around for anything else that’ll harm your body. “[Name]!” Stan’s voice rung in the air, pulling you and Bill from your thoughts. A sinister smile tug at Bill’s lips as an idea fills his head. Your stomach flips inside out. Discreet grunts and groans seized your attention and you whipped your head over to Bill climbing up a tree. “What are you doing!” Your hands fly to your hair, gripping it tightly. 

“Breaking the bones inside this meaty vessel, duh.” He hoists himself up on a thick branch. “Would a fall from this height kill you?” Bill ponders out loud, shakily standing up. “Are you seriously going to do this!” Your eyes darted from Bill sticking out your foot from under you to the direction where Stan’s voice could be heard. Bill lets your question float up in the air and with a child-like shout, he jumps off the branch, keeping your legs straight. You look away, unable to witness Bill carelessly treat your body like a toy. 

A stomach turning snap sounded in the air. “[Name]!” Stan’s distressed voice alerted you.

You whip your head around to see Stan cradling your body. Bile crawls up your throat upon seeing your twisted leg limply hang on the other side. “Sweetheart? What happened?” Stan’s words rushed out in a flurried frenzy. You slapped a palm to your mouth, anxiously awaiting for Bill to slip up and sell out his identity to Stan. “I don’t know…” You hear your very own voice leave your mouth. Bill’s agitating voice was nowhere to be heard. Vomit fills your mouth and you fight every muscle in your body to not spew it out. “I was just laying on the tree, not doing anything when something attacked me. I…” Bill allows a few tears to cascade down your face before continuing. “I thought I was going to die, Dad. I was so scared!” He dramatically sobs onto Stan’s sweater, purposefully grazing your shredded bleeding knuckle on his jacket. 

A gasp swelled in Stan’s chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I-I…” He harshly shuts his mouth closed, his pupils shrinking upon seeing your bloody knuckle. He was at fault for this, if he had never lied to you, if he would have just told you the truth from the start, you wouldn’t be so injured. Silently he carefully picked you up from the floor. To sprinkle a little more dramatics on the show Bill had out for you, he hissed out in faux pain, shooting your hand to your bent leg. Stan cringed, his eyes avoiding the general direction of your broken leg. “I’m sorry, baby.” He weakly muttered, his eyebrows pinched firmly in worry. 

Stan trekked through the thick foliage with your body curled in his arms. He dodged under branches that stuck out and sidestepped the stones that protruded from the ground. The entire walk was in silence, aside from the periodic sniffles coming from Stan and quiet hiccups. All you wanted to do at that moment was wrap him in a hug and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you weren’t even so sure of that yourself.

When Stan approaches the front door of the shack, a wave of conflicted emotion flickers through Bill’s eyes before he closes his eyes abruptly and goes slack in Stan’s arms. 

Stan chokes out a garbled yell for Ford. He heaves your body over his shoulder, twisting open the door with a slam and barging into the shack. “Stanley?!” Ford frantically ran over to Stan, his hands gesturing wildly at the sight before his eyes. “Th-They passed out in my arms! I don’t know what to do, Stanford!” 

You grapple at your face, desperate to make sense of what’s happening. You watch with a heavy heart when Mable and Dipper scramble to Stan’s side, troubled voices speaking over one another trying to understand what happened to you and to ask if you were dead. Their frantic cries and yells chaotically fill the silence in the shack. Ford yelled over their voices, instructing Stan to quickly settle you down on the couch so he could conduct a proper examination on your wounded body. All Stan could do is go along with his commands, mind hazy with borderline delirium as he stumbles towards the living room. 

“Dad,” you whisper, your fingertips grazing through him. You hold back the sob that scratched at your throat. This can’t be happening right now. 

Cracking an eye open to your direction, you can feel Bill’s sleazy smile draw on your face. Your stomach shrivels up in disgust at the sight. His yellow eyes gleamed under the dimly lit shack as he stared at you. Mable’s rushed steps drew Bill to close your eyes. “Grunkle Stan! Please tell me they’re okay!” Mable has the collar of her sweater pulled up to her mouth, her never ending stream of tears staining the sweater. “Mable. Give him some space.” Dipper murmured, holding Mable back as he tensely watched Stan lay you down. 

Ford eventually came in with a first aid kit. His appearance looked a little more disheveled than before. His hair was strewn about and ruffled, glasses crookedly sat atop of his nose and one of his sleeves was rolled up and cuffed while the other one was untouched. He sucked in a harsh breath upon seeing your split knuckles, dried blood crusted around the wounds and raw skin. The gashes reminded him of his own busted up knuckles when he was possessed by Bill. Alarm signs flared in his face but he batted them away, chalking it up to your injuries being caused by whatever animal had attacked you in the woods when you were alone. He treated the lacerations with antibodies and meticulously wrapped your hand in medical gauze. Gently placing your hand beside you, he looked over to your broken leg, holding a bated breath. Broken bones weren’t his favorite injury to heal since it takes extensive time off from anything physical and you having a broken leg at a time like this wasn’t ideal. He just needed to find ways to heal your leg quickly. 

“I need you all to leave the living room.” Ford clapped his hands together, dragging a hand down his fingers. “W-What, why?!” This was the first time Stan spoke in a while and it surprised Ford. Clearing his throat, he answered: “Because I can’t focus with your eyes hovering all over me. I-I need to think and if I’m going to treat their leg, I need you all to leave.” Against everyone’s wishes, Ford ushered them out,  leaving him alone to fully think about possible treatments he could have you undergo to heal your leg. 

You didn’t have a good feeling about leaving Bill alone with Ford. They had history with each other and having a past with someone like Bill doesn’t seem like a good thing. 

“Fordsy…” 

Ford’s body physically recoiled inwards at the familiar nickname. His head darted around the room, helplessly searching for the owner of the voice. He can’t be here can he? That voice just sounded so eerily similar to yours, but why would you call him Fordsy? Blood pumps in his ear drums, obstructing his hearing. 

“Sixeerrr.” His fingers curl around his arms. The light glow of horrifying unforgettable eyes glimmer in the corner of his eyes. He turns over to see you sat up on the couch, a smile stretched from ear to ear as Bill’s eyes shone into his. Ford’s blood ran cold, his mind swirling like a whirlwind. “Bill?” His heart pounds behind his rib cage. 

“The one and only, Sixer.” Hearing Bill’s voice crackle through your own instilled despair all over Ford’s body. Taking a wary step back, his shaky eyes watched as Bill threw your legs down the couch, your left eye flinching closed as pain shivered through Bill. He severely underestimated how much pain your leg would cause him. To fight against it, he slammed your leg on the floor. Pain jostled through him, a shuddering sigh blowing past your lips. The aching pain overtook your leg for a moment before it relented into a numbing buzzing feeling. “Much better!” He stands up, smiling broadly. 

Ford sucked in a stuttering breath, his eyes fleeting over to the hallway. “What do you want, Bill?” 

“I don’t know…” He rolled your head in thought. “Maybe the rift to the portal? It’s a crazy thing to ask, I know!” He laughs to himself. 

You wanted to bash your head on the wall. This was the reason why he made a deal with you. It was because of a stupid rift. You’ve only heard bits and pieces of the importance of the rift, but you knew it was serious business with how you heard Ford talk about it in passing. You need to find a way to stop Bill. 

Ford sneered. “Try all you want, Bill. But you’re not getting the portal.” Bill rolled your shoulders, earning a few noisy crackles of your bones. Ford tenses up, readying himself for the fight that’s about to pursue when Bill charges towards him, side stepping him at the last second and darting out of the living room. “Haha! I got you!” He teases, hissing out in pain when he applied too much pressure on your busted leg. “Stanley!” Ford yelled out, stumbling over his own feet as he ran after Bill. Hurried footsteps stomp down on the stairs, panicked talking and breaths littered the air. “[Name] is possessed by Bill!” A chorus of “WHAT?” echoes in the house. 

He skids to a stop in front of the open vending machine. Ford tugged on his hair, mumbling to himself in shock. How does he know the password? Wasting no time to dwell on that, he pads down the stairs. His stomach lurches forward when he notices Bill step inside the elevator, a snarky smile on your face as he turns around and waves at Ford. “Bill!” He launches himself forward, missing a few steps of the stairs and landing on the ground near the elevator. He trips over to the closing elevator, his fist slamming on the door as it shuts. 

“Ford, what is going on?” Stan pants out. Ford rapidly presses the elevator button, anxiously watching as the elevator dinged on down to the bottom. An idea passes through your head. Mumbling a self-motivating sentence Mable had showed you, you dived straight through the floor, phasing through the other two rooms and landing in the lab room. As stupid as it sounds, you’re going to repossess your body back.  

“Bill, he–he has [Name]!” Ford delivers a punch to the buttons, knocking the plate off its screws. Stan’s face contorts into a mixture of anger and concern. “He has what!? How the fuck does Bill have [Name], Ford!” Ford rested his forehead on the wall. “Now’s not the time to freak out, Stanley!”

Stan clenched his fists, grinding his teeth together. “It’s the perfect time to freak out, Stanford! Bill has my kid!” 

“Bill has [Name]?” Mable’s shrill reverberated through the empty staircase. “Kids, you can’t be here!” Ford warns, shooting out his hand to stop Mable and Dipper from getting any closer. “We want to help, Grunkle Ford.” Dipper sternly said. “That’s a funny joke, kid.” Stan chuffs out dryly, his attention snapping towards the elevator that was now rising up the shaft, dinging with each stop. “It’s not a joke!” Dipper dipped under Ford’s arm and stood in front of the elevator, Mable following in suit. “Stanley, do something!” Ford gestures to Mable and Dipper who are unmoving from their spot. Stan scoffs, dismissing him with a flick of his wrist. “They’re already here, Stanford. There’s no point in stoppin’ them now.” 

With a loud chime, the elevator pulls back its doors. The twins were the first to step inside, whispering to themselves as Ford and Stan walked in. Mable rushes over to the panel containing three buttons and using her tippy toes, she slams the last button with the palm of her hand. The elevator registers the destination with a slight rumble and shuts the door closed, leading them down to Ford’s lab. 

Ford could see Stan’s harsh breathing and clenched fists out the corner of his eye. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, he steels both him and Ford with: “We’re going to save them, Stanley.” Stan breathes out, teetering his head back with his eyes shut. “I hope you’re right about that.” 

The elevator quivers to a stop, the doors creakily pulling open. The four of them step out of the elevator and into the lab. “I was expecting it to be destroyed down here.” Dipper comments. 

Through the protective window, Ford could see Bill fighting with himself, your body laying limp for a few seconds before revving back up to life. He watches the cycle repeat for a few more times before shaking his head. “He’s outside.” He advises everyone. 

In a blink of an eye, Stan was already out into where Bill was, blowing countless angry questions at his face, his eyes shifting everywhere but at you. “Woah, woah, woah!” Bill took a cautious step back as he watched everyone circle around him, caught off guard with the sudden intrusion. “Don’t get your underwear in a twist, haha, am I right?” 

Pure and utter silence. 

Bill’s smile falters. “Okay, touch crowd!” 

“Cut the crap, Bill. Give me back my kid!” Stan grunts out. “I can let them talk to you! After all, they’re up here.” He taps the side of your head. “Stop messing around!” Ford takes a step toward Bill. “Don’t come any closer!” Your own voice filters through Bill’s interdimensional voice. Ford hesitates in his steps, sharing a cautionary glance with Stan. Shuffling your hand behind you, he pulls out the shimmering rift. “I will break this!” He threatens, flipping it upside down. 

Ford narrows his eyes at Bill. “You would’ve done so by now. What’s stopping you?” He motions Dipper and Mable to sneak past Bill and hide behind him, just in case he decides to do anything that’ll compromise the rift and you. “Nothing!” Bill strains out, trying to wiggle the rift out of your grasp. Ford takes notice of your white knuckles and connects two and two together. You’re somehow fighting against Bill for your body. “Fascinating…” 

“Aghh! Why can’t this stupid kid let go!” Bill grumbles, using your other hand to scrape at your clenched hand. He scratched and clawed until the skin on your hand was red and raw. “Is [Name] currently fighting against you?” Ford inquires, a delighted smile on his face. “W-What? No!” Bill plucks your pinky finger off the rift. “See! I’m in total–” Your body jerks forward, and for a slight second, your eyes glinted back, only for you to be propelled backwards. With a shake of your head, your eyes blink and Bill’s eyes are back on you. “[Name] is a fighter, that’s for sure!” He awkwardly laughs out, still regaining control over your body with how he waverly stumbled side to side. 

Taking advantage of his vulnerability, Ford sent a quiet signal to Mable and Dipper. The twins tackle Bill from behind. A startle yelp leaves his mouth as he falls forward. “Stanley the–” Stan was already swooping in and snatching the rift out of your hands in one swift motion. Bill's face planted on the floor. “This stupid weak body!” Bill whines out, having your hands buckled tightly to your back by Dipper and Mabel. “Get something to tie their arms together with!” Stan said, jogging back into the lab, discreetly hiding the rift away from Bil’’s prodding eyes.

“I was so close!” Bill pressed your face into the dirt. The sharp tiny stones cut into your cheek and all Bill could do is focus on the itching pain rather than the humiliating feeling of being pinned down by two twelve year olds. Ford grabs the rope and securely binds your wrists together. The twins finally shuffle away from your body, watching Bill struggle under the restraints. “I’m going to be traumatized by the end of this.” She lets out a dejected sigh. “I feel like nothing can phase me after this.” Dipper adds. 

“How are we going to get them back into their body?” Stan questioned Ford who was double checking the bindings on your wrist, making sure they weren’t too tight to burn your skin off but tight enough to keep Bill detained “I think I have an idea on how…” He breathes out, looking over to Stan, face full of unease. “But it might not work if everyone isn’t present.” 

Stan found himself staring dumbly at the diagram that Ford had etched into the dirt with a stick. “What is this?” Ford finished the final symbol within the diagram, discarding the stick behind him. “A zodiac diagram.” He says, dusting off his hands. “And what does this have to do with saving [Name]?” 

Ford spares a quick glance over to you. Mable and Dipper sat on each of your sides, keeping a careful eye on you as you alternated with yourself and Bill. Dipper’s face contorted into a painful expression whenever you’d jerk your head upwards, a random assortment of words spilling out of you before your head flies back down. That agonizing process continues for what feels like an eternity and he could clearly see the toll it’s taken on your body. Stan couldn't make himself  watch you suffer, biting his lip so hard blood builds up on his lip.

“Yes.” Ford curtly nods his head. “I had always hypothesized what this would be used for but It never occurred to me until now that it could be used like this.” 

Stan doesn’t like the slight sound of uncertainty in Ford’s tone. How could Ford be so sure that it works? “So, you’re telling me that you have never done this before?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” He shrugs, pushing up his glasses that were sliding down his nose. “Don’t worry about whether it works or not. We don’t have time to think about what if’s.” Curiously eyeing the symbols on the floor, he pondered in his head. Who could possibly stand on what zodiac?

Mable had walked right next to Stan, she looked like she had something to say when her eyes fell on the diagram, her eyes shining. “That one reminds me of Wendy.” She points at the zodiac that was an ice bag. An idea dawned upon Ford. “Does it now?” He kneels down to Mable’s height. “Mable, dear. Can you look at these zodiac signs and tell me who they remind you of?” 

Mable was quick to point out and tell Ford each symbol that reminded her of a person. Jotting down all the names in his head, he began calling each and every one of them, stringing Mable along to help him convince them to come over to the Mystery Shack. One by one, they all started pooling in. Questions sprouted from one mouth to another and every single time, their questions received answers when their eyes landed on your struggling form.

“Okay, everyone stand in your respective spots and hold hands!” Ford’s voice was quiet in the distance. Stan had found himself kneeling in front of you, his expression unreadable but his eyes carried a deep sorrowful guilt to them. “Feeling guilty, Stanley?” Bill drawled out, pulling your heavy head up, only for it to be knocked down to the side. Your body was growing weak and Bill was tirelessly fighting against it. Unbeknownst to Stan, you were right next to him. Your unrelenting attempts to gain your body back had caused an aggressive strain on your body. You couldn’t stay in it without feeling utterly exhausted, allowing Bill to abuse your weak spot and take over your body. But that weak spot had also applied to him as well. You were trying to regain your breath before you’d try again. 

“Can it, Bill.” He scoops you up from the floor, walking towards the diagram. 

“You don’t have to do this!” Bill aggressively barked out, throwing himself around in Stan’s hold. “I do have to do this. You’re in my kid's body.” He grunted, throwing your body over his shoulder. “They made a deal with me! I won this body fair and square.” Bill argued, hammering your head down on Stan’s back. “Look, I just found out about you not too long ago. But for someone who was supposedly this all powerful demon, you pathetically really weak.” 

He approaches the diagram, setting your body down in the middle. “That’s because I haven’t revealed my true potential yet!” He struck the back of your head hard on the floor, causing your vision to go bleak for a moment. “Do you really need to do all of that?” You grumble, rubbing the back of your tender head. “I do what I please.” He mumbles to himself, rolling over on your stomach. 

Standing in his spot, Stan locked hands with Ford and Soos. “It’s most likely going to feel weird! Stick it through and don’t, I repeat, don’t let go!” A blinding blue light shoots up from the middle and travels through the lines of the diagram, illuminating the place in a bright blue light. 

“No!’ Bill writhed around. He could feel himself slipping away. Your forehead makes direct contact with a rock. He smiles at it, knocking your head against it again. “Oh, Billy! You are just full of ideas today.” He whispered, shuffling over to the stone to the point where he was hovering over it. He laid your head down, feeling the cold stone press against the middle of your forehead. Breathing in through clenched teeth, he raised your head up high. He nailed your head down on the rock, splitting through skin. You could feel the ghost touch of blood trickle down your forehead. 

He laughed crazily as he continued to bash your head onto the rock. With each blow, the rock was painted with more and more blood. He was going to kill you at this rate. Bill lowered his head back down on the rock and you shut your eyes closed. You weren’t going to see Bill crack your head open. But the blistering pain never registered, peeking your eyes open you saw Stan had caught your head in his hand. 

Ford yelled out Stan’s name but Stan ignored it. His chest rapidly heaved in and out as he fell to his knees, resting your dazed head on his lap. You had noticed that Bill was slipping out of your physical form. Darting over to him, you grabbed his hand and ripped him out. Before you could hear Bill’s flurry of cries, you dove right in, repossessing your body once again and hopefully for the last time. 

Grumbled groans escaped you as you regained all your senses. You jolted up in striking pain. Everything hurt, even more than the last you took over. Your stomach rumbled, a flood of whatever liquid shot up into your mouth. You leaned to the side, expelling the fluid. Peeling open your weary eyes, you felt yourself grow nauseous at the pool of blood in front of you. “[Name]!” Stan grabbed your face, directing it toward him. He looked at your eyes and a look of relief settled on his face. “Dad?” You groggily said, your whole world spinning. “Are you okay? Is that demon gone? Where is he?” The massive load of questions made you want to vomit all over again. 

I’m still here! Bill’s grating voice grinding against your brain. You crumble under Stan’s hold, your head thumping in pain “No. He’s still in my head.” You felt another rush of blood clamor up into your mouth. You meekly shove Stan’s hands away from your face, hurling another dump of blood. Cautious voices sounded all around you, your vision distorting in a blurry mess. “Dad?” You forcefully focused your eyes on Stan’s face. “I think there’s something wrong with me.” Talking was enough to strip you away from all the energy you had left and you weren’t sure you had enough time to say anything else before Bill took over again. 

“I know, baby. I know. We’re goin’ to get help, stay with me. Please.” Stan said something to Ford you couldn’t quite catch.

You felt his arms wrap around you and lay you down back on his lap. I’m going to kill you. You scratched at your aching head. “His voice hurts. Hearing it hurts so much.” You murmured, feeling a hand run down your arm up and down soothingly. “Stay strong for me, sweetheart.” A light kiss was pressed on your forehead. 

You cried out, feeling yourself being pulled away. 

“Stanley! Come back now!” You could make out Ford’s scream at Stan. The world was fading before you and you couldn’t help but break down as you heard Bill cackle in your head. Stan saw your eyes flicker to yellow and he delicately placed you down on the floor, running back to his spot. Bill seamlessly takes over, blinking himself awake as he’s shuffling your body up to your knees.

“This is all your fault, Stanley Pines. [Name]’s death will be on your hands!” He bellows, purposely allowing your voice to break through. The strenuous action causes him to tremble forward, blood splattering on the grass. Bill started yelling nonsensical blabbers, anything that would make Stan budge from his spot, to stop the whole process but he stayed put, directly staring Bill down. Bill fell to the side, coughing up bile and a random assortment of fluids. 

In a flash of blue, you feel yourself fully grounded back into your body. A feeling you feel like you haven’t felt in forever. 

A grinding yell echoed in your head. You are so disgustingly weak! Bill screamed in your head. Another splitting headache bore into your head but all you could do is lay there and take it in, feeling so worn-out and droopy that you weren’t able to physically react. I didn’t do much and you’re dying! I did all of this for nothing, for nothing! And it is all your fault! I should’ve broken every single bone in your body and twisted your neck. At least I would’ve gained something from that! You are so useless! 

He was wreaking havoc in your mind. The blinding pain subsided to a lingering pain, black dots swarming your vision. He seems to be doing last minute damage before he’s left with no other choice but to leave your body. With a rugged distorted babble from Bill, your whole world went dark. 

The waiting room was cold, so numbingly cold. Stan casted his gaze down to his hands. Your blood had stained them. He couldn’t tell if it was the blood from your forehead, or the blood you vomited out. But your own blood had been smeared all over him and it made him sick to his stomach. He couldn’t erase the image of your cold limp body laying on the grass, face covered in streaks of blood. This was all his fault. If he had just told you how things were from the start, this wouldn’t have happened. You would’ve been next to him, chattering his ear off about something irrelevant while asking him multiple times if he was listening to you. Despite his thoughts, your soothing presence wasn’t there to console his mourning heart. 

Your doctor had came in earlier to share the state that your body was in. Everyone listened intently to her words as she described the damage that Bill had caused to your body. She said doctors were so mortified with your condition, labeling it as one they have never seen before with how many injuries you sustained on the outside and inside. Stan and Ford had to dodge some questions that had the doctor fired at them, excusing your evenstive wounds with a slip off a mountain, silly teenage activities that almost cost you your own life. She didn’t buy it. 

The doctor's slight graphic description of your injuries only cemented the guilt deeper into Stan. He was a bad father wasn’t it? The only thing he prided himself in for doing right was so easily taken away from him in a blink of an eye. He really was a screw up. Ford and his Dad were right. 

“Stanley.” Ford’s hand on his shoulder withdrew him from his thoughts. “We need to go home. It’s late.” He looks briefly to the seat next to him. The twins had sat on the same seat, their muddled expressions were no longer on their face, instead they were sleeping peacefully, heads leaning against each other. “The twins are asleep.” He tells him. Stan’s gaze glued on his tainted hands. “I’m staying here.” He weakly said. “You need sleep, Stanley.” 

“I can sleep here, Ford.” He snapped, expression tight. “They are going to kick you out.” 

Stan shrugged, clasping his hands together. “Then they’d hafta kick me out then.” 

“I’m not leaving you here.” 

Stan leaned his head back against the wall, huffing out. “I’m not in any mood to fight with you here.” Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his burning eyes. “I’m staying here and there’s nothin’ you can do about it.” He placed his glasses on his lap and crossed his arms, closing his eyes as he shifted around to get comfortable enough to sleep. “Always been so stubborn.” Ford shook his head, getting up from the seat with a light groan. “I’m leaving.” He picks up the slumbering twins, being extra careful to not jostle them around and wake them. Stan grumbled in response, hearing Ford’s footsteps fade away in the distance. 

Stan doesn’t know how long it’s been, all he knows is that he had fallen asleep with the way his neck was sore. “Sir?” A voice broke through his drowsiness. “Sir?” They call out again. “Hm, wha?” Stan peeled open his eyes, the glaring hospital lights momentarily blinded him. Covering his eyes with his palm, he squinted at the lady in front of him. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“We’re closing up for the night, sir. I need you to leave.” She calmly said, offering a soft smile to Stan. “But my kid, they’re in here. I need to be here if anything happens.” He scrambles to put his glasses on. “I assure you sir, whoever your kid is, will be fine. We will keep a lookout if anything happens.” 

“How are you guys goin’ to keep a lookout when you’re all home sleeping away like there isn’t people dying in here!” Stan argued. “Now's not the time, sir. I need you to leave or you’d be personally escorted out by the guards.” Stan sighed, standing up from his chair. “You don’t have to do all that.” He mutters, cracking his back before walking out. Walking out into the summer night, he pulled out his phone to check the time. 

11 P.M. it read. It looked like the doctors allowed him to stay overtime. Usually they’d kick people out of the waiting rooms by around 9 P.M.

His eyes freeze at the baby picture of you on his lockscreen. The photo was taken on your fourth birthday. Stan had gone all out, as he always did, and got you a little birthday hat, little cupcake with a candle that had your age on it, and a mess of confetti and other birthday assortments. You had such a large smile on your face as you were mid bite into your cupcake. He remembered the day so vividly as if it happened yesterday. He clenched his phone tightly, tears flooding his vision. Why did it have to be you? Running his arm roughly over his eyes, he sniffed. He shoved his phone back into his pockets and started walking back to the shack. 

Ford found himself being startled awake by a knock on the door. Sluggishly getting up from the couch, he walked over to the gift shop entrance. He opened the door to be pleasantly surprised to see Stan. He stepped aside, letting Stan walk in. “Kicked you out?” 

“Yup.” Stan accentuating the ‘p’.

“Told you.” 

A quick moment of silence takes over before Stan breaks it. “Is this all my fault?” 

“You were just trying to protect them.” Ford walks over to Stan, shoving his hands under his armpits. “Look where that got ‘em.” Stan cracked his thumb, whispering something to himself before timidly looking at Ford. “Do ya think you can stay with me tonight?” He sheepishly scratches his cheek. “I don’t think I can trust myself bein’ alone or whatever.” 

Ford earnestly smiled at him. “I don’t mind.” Stan nods. “You sleep on the floor though.” 

Stan’s phone loudly rattled on his nightstand, his ringtone noisily blaring its song. “Turn it off!” Ford cried out, folding his pillow over his head. Stan arose from his abundance of blankets and grabbed his phone, dragging it off the nightstand. He squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the blurry text. Stan reached out for his glasses, shoving them on his face and directing his eyes back on the screen. The word hospital flashed on his face. 

“It’s the hospital!” He swiped his finger, answering the call. He put his phone to his ear and anxiously waited. “Stanley Pines?” A snotty voice spoke from the phone. “Yes!” He clears his throat. “Yes, yes. That’s me. Why’re you callin’?” 

“[Name] has woken up and…” Stan had blocked everything else she said and shut up from the bed. “They’re awake!” He announced, shedding off his blankets and launching off his bed, accidentally stepping on Ford in the process. The whole morning was spent dashing around the house, vigorously getting dressed and making sure everyone was ready to head over to the hospital. After Ford’s triple check, they all clamored inside in the car and drove to the hospital. 

Stan burst into your room, his eyes locking with your bandaged form. “Dad!” You weakly called out, a shaky smile on your face. “Pumpkin!” He sighed out, relieved at seeing your beautiful smile. He wraps you in his arms, burying his face into your hair as he sobs. “I thought..I thought–!” He blubbers out. More welcoming arms wrap around you, wailing wracking through the air. “[Name]!!” Mable dragged out. “Don’t scare us like that ever again.” Dipper sniffed, scrubbing his eyes clear of tears. “Welcome back, kid.” Ford plants a kiss on the top of your head. 

“I’m here guys, you don’t have to worry so much.” You laugh, Stan wiping your tears with his thumb. “How can we not? We almost lost you, pumpkin.” After a tearful reunion, everyone stepped back, allowing you to breathe. They only gave you a few more minutes to yourself before they bombarded you with apologies. Mable and Dipper were stuck to your side, each of them giving you their own version of puppy eyes. Mable was more into it than Dipper, but you still accepted their apologies with a big hug.

“I’m sorry too, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have lied to you. I should have been honest from the get go.” You took Stan’s hand, patting it like you would a dog. “It’s okay, Dad. I forgave you long ago. I should have followed what Ford said and calmed down.” You slightly glare at Ford. “Though, I didn’t like how he said it to me at the same time, so maybe I am justified in my anger?” 

“Ford doesn’t know how to talk. What’s new?” Stan knocked his shoulder with Ford who rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I’m the butt of the joke. As always.” 

“If it isn’t you! Then it would be Dipper,” Mable pokes at him. “But me and Grunkle Stan told all the jokes possible so it isn’t as funny as making fun of you, Grunkle Ford! You’re so nerdy and losery, more than Dipper. And that isn’t a good thing.” 

A crackly laugh leaves Stan. “Thanks for explaining, dear.” Ford said with a strain, his smile wavering. “Someone one upped you, Dipper.” You chuckle. “I don’t know if I should revel in it or feel sad for Ford.” Dipper tapped his finger on his chin. “Don’t overthink it, dude.” You flick his forehead. 

“And Grunkle Ford, where is your apology?” Mable raised her chin up high, doing her best attempt of a haughty queen looking down at her jester. Ford scoffs, “I’m so sorry, your humble majesty.” Dipping his head low to mimic a bow. 

“Oh?” You and Mable share a bewildered expression. “I wasn’t expecting him to actually do it.” You look over to Dipper who had an uncomfortable expression on his face. “I don’t like what’s going on here.” 

“Wait, are you going to have a cool scar on your forehead now?” Mable questions, pointing at your bandaged forehead. Bumbling conversation fills the air, laughter occasionally humming here and there. In the end, they all had to leave for your routine check up by the doctors. Stan was the last one to bid goodbye to you. Kissing your forehead, he held onto your hand, his eyes glistening with tears. 

“I love you so much, kiddo. If I had lost you back there, I dunno what would have happened to me.” He caresses his thumb against your hand. “Don’t say stuff like that, Dad. I’m here, that’s what counts.” 

You share a long hug together, with a few tears being shed.

“I know, I know.” Giving you one last kiss and embrace, he waves you goodbye. 

“I love you!” 

“I love you more, Dad!” 

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[aezuria]

okay now we need those Percy hcs immediately

*ੈ✎ love grows (where my rosemary goes)

"there's something about her hand holding mine, it's a feeling that's fine and i just gotta say 'hey!'" —edison lighthouse

note: OKAY ANON GOT TO WORK AS SOON I SAW THIS 🫡 idk what happened im sorry this is kinda ass 😔😔

content: percy jackson x reader; dating hcs

warnings: cursing

this man is a menace

he's head over heels for you but also almost drowned you

he claims the wave "wasn't supposed to be that big" SIR??

that was like typhoon level shit right there

he just wanted to put you under a littleee bit so he could be your knight in shining armor and save you 🥺🥺

spoiler: you ended up saving yourself

(it's okay he made it up with lots of cuddles and kisses)

you were wading into the water, eager to join percy in the deep end, when suddenly, an unnatural wave crashes into your back and sends you falling into the deep end

you gasp too late and take a mouthful of salty seawater

with your arms flailing in the water, you swam to the surface and gulped for air

you wiped at your face, opening your eyes to see percy near you, but at a distance as if he was afraid of invoking your wrath

you narrowed your eyes at him, his skittish behavior obviously telling you that he was the culprit

"JACKSON!" you swam towards him at a frighteningly quick pace, leaving the poor boy scrambling away and screaming apologies

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE!"

anyway

he swings your hands while you walk

its so silly and he loves it

also a fan of running while your hands are interlocked

the first time was purely out of instinct, him grabbing your hand as a monster crashed behind you guys (because when can demigods catch a break?) and he started sprinting, dragging you along

likes skipping??? he's so weird

says it conserves energy and it's fun (he's not wrong but he forgot to mention the downside of looking like a dumbass)

imagine him skipping into battle

or better yet: "greeks! let's, um, fight stuff!" and they all skip menacingly

that was kinda off topic my bad

if you wear a ponytail he loves spinning it around like a helicopter

makes the little noises too

you feel a tug on your hair, already knowing who it is

"percy? what the hell are you doing?"

"helicopter."

back to almost drowning you, you got back at him by draining all the water in his cabin

to this day, he still doesn't know how you did it

all he knows is that after the sink wouldn't turn on, he knew exactly who it was

he was a man on a MISSION as he ran across the whole camp to catch you

"Y/N!"

"IT WAS THE STOLLS!"

"YOU FILTHY LIAR!"

your relationship is full of prank wars and all that good stuff

once it's over you settle down and cuddle on the shore

he laid out a picnic blanket for the two of you and you talked for hoursss into the night

the two of you were sleepy, heads resting on each other as a gentle breeze swept the salty air into your faces

percy was rambling on and on about you, but you were already half-asleep

"you're just so amazing and wonderful and i'm so grateful for you, you know? you're so fun to be with, and you're so beautiful.. y/n?" he looked down at you after your lack of response, finding your pretty eyes shut

he smiled down at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead

"goodnight."

[skribbyposts]

Another zosan post bc they invade my thoughts every waking moment !! also i'm typing on mobile so this might be weirdly formatted

anyways, hc that Sanji is the MOST TOUCHY DRUNK to ever exist and he's all over all of his crewmates all the time. in addition to this, Sanji is also a fucking horrible lightweight. like.... tipsy after two beers lightweight. Sanji also YAPS to whoever's nearest to him about everything and anything that comes to his mind. Zoro is his main victim all of the time and does not appreciate it (yes he does, hes so gay) and its so funny to the rest of the crew b/c he has to peel a rambling sanji off of him while blushing so much he looks like a really tan tomato.

Nami + Usopp appear briefly here b/c i love their friendship so much heart emoji!!! <3333

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"Ugh, marimo, get off of me."

Zoro sighs from his position pressed against the edge of a bench, having what is arguably the worst time ever in the corner of some random bar he's been dragged to by the rest of the crew.

"I'm not on you, cook. move your goddamn leg."

"No, you move your leg."

Zoro tries in vain to shuffle away from the lanky limb draped across his lap, narrowly avoiding spilling his beer all across said limb.

The blonde always got touchy when he was drunk, plastering his entire body on the nearest person and talking their ear off for the remainder of the night.

Somehow, it was always Zoro who ended up with a tipsy Sanji draped over him, his breath smelling strongly of cheap liquor as he rambled about god knows what.

Zoro sighs again, resigning himself to his fate as the blond proceeds to hook his heel around one of Zoro's legs and pull himself forward so that he's pressed up against the other man's side. Zoro feels Sanji's elbow poking his arm. He tells himself it's very unpleasant.

"Yknow, you're coming with me to get... uh... groceries tomorrow. Yeah. We need bread."

"You've told me that three times tonight."

"Well, I'm telling you again, you algae head." Sanji lolls his head back to look at the ceiling, using the hand not trapped between them to loosely gesture at the man next to him.

"Nice one," Zoro deadpans.

"Oh, fuck you," Sanji replies, and then rests his head on Zoro's shoulder. "you want hamburgers for lunch tomorrow?" he asks over the loud murmur of the bar.

Zoro, however, does not reply. Instead, he stares straight ahead and tries to focus on the fact that Sanji's chin is digging uncomfortably into his shoulder rather than how his face is inches away.

Sanji doesn't seem to notice, his breath fanning along Zoro's cheek as he prattles on about brioche buns.

Zoro is trying very hard to stay still, internally processing the warmth of the cook's flushed face against his own and sending a silent prayer to whatever deity is out there this will be over soon. He also pointedly does not look at Nami and Usopp snickering over their wine glasses in the corner either.

He's snapped out of his impromptu staring contest with a stain on the wall when he feels Sanji slump almost completely off of the chair, and then suffers a mini heart attack when the blond kicks his legs up on the other side of the bench and straight up puts his head in Zoro's lap.

Zoro stares down at him in surprise and Sanji stares back, both eyes visible with his bangs swept out of his face. They're half-lidded and his face is tinted red from the liquor. Neither of them says anything, for a moment. Sanji's gaze sweeps across Zoro's face, looking for something. He pauses, and Zoro has to clamp his mouth shut because every time he sees Sanji like this he suddenly gains the inexplicable urge to say I've been in love with you for three years, please make out with me, which would be very bad.

The cook's eyebrows furrow, and he parts his pretty, pink lips before mumbling softly;

"...Did you get a haircut?"

Zoro throws his head back and groans. "That's it, we're going back to the ship."

He can hear Nami and Usopp's shrieking laughter clearly, even over Sanji's slurred protests as Zoro chugs the rest of his beer, hoists the fucking idiot up on his back, and marches out of the bar.

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Zoro did, in fact, get a haircut. Sanji should know b/c hes the one who did it lmao. Also, it takes Zoro an hour to walk the 15 minutes back to the ship, and Sanji talks about bread the entire time.

Am i making Zoro whipped for Sanji because i am whipped for Sanji? Interesting question, indeed. Will i ever stop? No.

Ty to my loyal 5 followers i gained yesterday!!! shoutout to yall.

Also i would REALLY appreciate comments about how i can improve my writing style so if you have any feedback please comment !!!!!

okay bye :p

[thejilyship]

another day in october

Happy jilytober! This is a fluffy, tropey, HEA, fic that I was inspired to write! Also weird HC, but James and Lily got together on a Thursday. I'm not accepting critics on this, thank you. 

Part One | WC: 3.6K

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The Thursdays of Lily’s seventh year, made her feel like she was really working for her weekend.

Thursdays consisted of a double block of N.E.W.T. level Defense, followed by N.E.W.T. level Transfigurations, followed by a double block of N.E.W.T. level Potions. Arguably the three hardest of the core classes, at least for Lily, all rolled into one day.

One day where her brain didn’t get a chance to rest.

And when she walked into the defense classroom and saw ‘Patronus Charm’ scribbled across the board in Professor Bones’ nearly illegible handwriting, her stomach dropped.

They had been studying the patronus charm on and off for the last couple of weeks. Last Thursday was the first time that they had a practical lesson on the spell, and Lily hadn’t even managed to produce a white whisp at the end of her wand.

You know who did manage a white whisp?

James Potter.

Actually, by the end of the lesson, he had produced more than a whisp, he had produced a large funnel of white light that almost became corporal before disappearing in a flash. Professor Bones had awarded him 10 points to Gryffindor and Lily had given him a tightlipped smile of congratulations.

She dropped down into her seat and pulled out her textbook, hoping that maybe she was going to give another lesson on how to transfer the happy feelings into the spell. It wasn’t exactly clear. It didn’t make sense that the spell could decide that one memory wasn’t good enough anyway. If something made you feel happy, then that should be enough.

But she knew that it was going to be another practical magic lesson.

She wasn’t the only one in class that hadn’t managed anything last time, but Lily wasn’t used to being one of the students that struggled with a spell. She had always been one of the students that got something right away. She read all of her material before coming to class and made sure that she had all the wand movements memorized so that she started all her lessons with a leg up.

All it had taken was one smarmy eleven-year-old to mutter something about how Lily couldn’t cast ‘lumos’ correctly because she was a muggleborn, and Lily had made sure that no one would be able to say anything like that about her again.

But this spell was hard.

Really hard.

Mary plopped down on the stool next to her and sighed. “Here we go again.”

“You did better than I did last time.” Lily pulled her wand out and twirled it through her fingers.

“Hardly.” Mary gave her a look. “Did you come up with a new memory to think of?”

“No.” Lily shook her head. “But maybe it’s not the memory, maybe I’m mucking up the movements.”

“You never muck up the movements.” Mary argued.

Lily knew that, but she also knew that the happiest she’d ever felt was when she’d walked through platform nine and three quarters and realized that she really was going to Hogwarts. That it was a real place, and she hadn’t dreamt it up.

“Evans, MacDonald,” Remus’s voice sounded from the desk behind them, and they both turned around to greet the prefect. “Morning.”

“Morning,” They both replied.

“We’re doing the patronus charm again.” Lily blew her hair out of her face and frowned at Remus.

He frowned back at her. “Do you think this is going to be the spell they have us do for our N.E.W.T. exam?”

“Probably.” Mary muttered. “Since I can’t get it. Marlene and I tried for hours the other night and I couldn’t manage it. All I can get are sad little whisps.”

More of their classmates shuffled in. Peter joined Remus at his table and Lily turned back around in her desk when James and Sirius sat down at the desk behind them.

She was pretty sure that James had started to wave at her, but she wasn’t going to turn back around to find out.

Professor Bones swept into the room and smiled at them all when she reached the front of the room. Her smile was warm, and her entire demeanor was soft and inviting, but Lily continued to frown. She really struggled with not being able to perform a type of magic. If no one in the class had gotten further than she did, that would be one thing, but there weren’t any students who had done worse than she did and that was hard to sit with.

“I know that a lot of us struggled with this spell last time we worked on it, but I did give you an entire week to practice on your own, or work up the courage to try again here in class.” Professor Bones clapped her hands together. “So, let’s just go for it, yes? I’ll walk around and give you pointers, but I’d really like to just give you all the time you need to practice. This spell is so important, and I’d really like for you to get comfortable with it.”

At least there were only two Slytherins in class with them. If she’d had to endure this lesson with Wilkes or Mulciber or Avery or Rosier or Sev- Snape, it would have been even more unpleasant. But most of the death eater wannabes had opted out of taking defense against the dark arts.

She’d much rather put up with the smarmy looks from the Ravenclaw who was consistently ranked third in their year, than the mutterings of any of those boys.

Professor Bones waved her wand and sent all of their desks and stools flying to the edge of the room and told them all to spread out in a large circle so they could observe each other. Lily chewed on her cheek as she and Mary made their way to the edge of the classroom.

“You look like someone spit in your tea.” James Potter somehow ended up on the other side of her and Lily pressed her lips together. “Alright, Evans?”

She huffed and gave him a small shrug. “I just can’t get this spell.”

He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “It is a tricky one.”

That only upset her more since he’d managed to do the best of the bunch in last class. And if he’d practiced at all outside of class, she was sure he’d manage a corporal patronus during this lesson.

“Can I ask what your happy memory is?” James asked.

Lily looked over at him and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

It wasn’t just because he’d done better than she had last class that she wasn’t thrilled to be talking to him just then.

James Potter had been made Head Boy this year, opposite her Head Girl. And even though she’d been expecting him to screw it up, take advantage of his position, or generally behave in a way that proved Dumbledore was made to give him the badge, he had been nothing but perfect at the job.

He showed up on time, and he docked points responsibly. He helped her fix problems between prefects, and he was patient with third years who felt like they were much older than they were. He stepped in when people were being too rowdy, he enforced the rules, he did his share of the paperwork and Lily never even had to remind him of the stuff they had to get done.

He’d shown himself to be worthy of the position, and on top of that, he was kind and funny and charming and helpful and he still managed to drive Lily mad with nothing more than a comment or a look.

She shouldn’t have been annoyed by his question, and she knew that she shouldn’t be annoyed by his question, but she was. Because she was annoyed with him, as a whole.

“I’ve tried a few different things.” She said with a shrug, not wanting to start a conversation.

“Like what?” He asked, and it felt like he was trying to start a conversation.

“I don’t know, like seeing the Hogwarts Express for the first time, or waking up on Christmas morning when I was seven, or the first time I did magic on purpose. Stuff like that.”

James nodded and pushed his glasses up his nose.

“More practicing and less chatting, please!” Professor Bones was looking in their direction, which made Lily clench her jaw in further annoyance. She hadn’t wanted to talk to James in the first place, and now he was getting her into trouble.

Or trouble adjacent anyway.

She raised her wand and tried to immerse herself in the feeling of hugging her mum and dad when she got home for Christmas Holiday her first year.

She carefully enunciated the spell and moved her wand in the exact right pattern, and yet…

Nothing.

Not a single thing came out of her wand.

She slumped her shoulders and turned toward James.

“What do you think about?”

He hadn’t yet managed a corporal Patronus, but it was only a matter of time and they both knew that.

James twirled his wand in his hand and shifted from one foot to the other. “It’s not a big memory.” His eyes almost glazed over, like he was transported back in time already. “I think about this one night in fourth year when me and the lads stayed up all night eating left over dinner and pumpkin pasties and our weight in candy. It was after exams, and we were all a little delirious. Nothing really happened, but it’s one of my favorite memories.”

Lily pressed her lips together. Staying up late with friends? That was his happiest memory?

She had been thinking about this entirely wrong.

“Dammit.” She let out a heavy breath and shook her head.

“What?”

She looked back at James and shook her head again. “No, not you. That memory sounds great, it’s just, Mary was right.”

“I usually am.” Mary spoke up from her other side. “What was I right about this time?”

“My memory isn’t good enough.”

“Oh,” Mary made a face. “I didn’t say that. I only knew you weren’t doing the other parts of the spell wrong.”

“That’s true,” James agreed. “You’re the most technically skilled in class.”

It was such an off the cuff compliment, said so casually, as though he complimented her all the time, that Lily felt like her brain was misfiring and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react.

And so she ended up just staring at him until he cleared his throat and turned toward the middle of the room.

He held up his wand and carefully cast the spell.

It wasn’t corporal, but Lily was fairly sure that she saw the snout of something come out the end before the white light turned into a funnel shape.

“Very good, Mr. Potter!” Professor Bones grinned at him

Lily chewed on the inside of her cheek and rolled her wand in between her hands.

What was the happiest she’d ever been?

It shouldn’t be a hard question. She had lots of happy memories.

And why shouldn’t the thought of Christmas or Hogwarts be happy enough for the spell?

She closed her eyes and tried to sift through her memories. She could really use an organized pensive right about now.

Her eyes snapped open as she remembered the time that her and Petunia had made a pillow fort in the living room and forced the poor cat to sleep in there with them all night. They had stayed up watching late night television and painting each other’s nails. That was before she’d met Severus and her and Tooney were still best friends.

It made her chest ache, but she remembered how happy she had been and how the two of them hadn’t been able to fall asleep because they hadn’t been able to stop giggling.

She held up her wand and tried to cast the spell again.

This time, white light shot out into the classroom.

It didn’t last long, and it didn’t take any kind of shape, but there was light!

She glanced around her to see if anyone had noticed that she hadn’t completely failed that time, but Mary was focusing on her own wand movements. James had noticed though and he gave her a small smile of encouragement.

Lily felt her cheeks heat up and she quickly looked away. Why was he standing next to her? He was always in the middle of his group of friends. But Remus, who she was actually friends with, was standing four people down from her and instead, James was next to her.

Class went on and she tried different memories, that focused less on the importance of the moment to her overall life, and more on the genuine feeling of pure happiness.

James tried the spell a few more times, getting more light and some shape, but nothing corporal. He spent most of the class helping his friends.

Mary was producing quite large shields of light by the end of class, and Lily was consistently producing shields as well. She knew now that she just had to find the right memory, the right feeling in her chest that wasn’t tainted with any other emotions.

There was only fifteen minutes left of class when Professor Bones stopped in front of James and nodded at him.

“Alright, Mr. Potter, let’s have another go, yes?”

Lily put her wand down and turned her head to look at him.

“Right,” James said, pushing his glasses up his nose as he took his stance, one leg slightly in front of the other, his feet about a shoulder’s width apart, his wand arm raised at the perfect height. He narrowed his brow in concentration and then spoke clearly, “Expecto Patronum.”

The entire class seemed to gasp in unison as a perfect rendering of a stag jumped from the tip of his wand and landed in front of James before it began prancing around the room.

A fully corporal patronus. He’d managed it.

Lily did her best to keep from feeling jealous or comparing her own accomplishments to his. She clapped along with the rest of the class and when he turned to look at her, his face entirely lit up at his triumph, she did her best to give him an honest smile in return. It was an incredible feat of magic, after all.

“Brilliant, Mr. Potter!” Professor Bones clapped her hands as well. “Twenty points to Gryffindor! Absolutely brilliant!” The professor looked around the room, her eyes briefly dancing over Lily before she walked away.

Lily could tell that she was purposefully choosing not to ask Lily to attempt the spell immediately after James had managed to execute it perfectly, and that stung a little, but not more than Lily found it relieved her.

“A stag,” Sirius’s voice cut through the din of the classroom. “Who would have thought?” He laughed, and Lily could tell he was making some kind of joke, but it was lost to her.

“Shut up, Sirius,” James’s hand jumped to his hair, and he looked over at Lily. Almost expectantly. “I didn’t think I was gonna get it today.”

Lily pressed her lips together and nodded. “It’s very impressive, Potter. Were you still thinking about the memory of you and your friends?”

He froze for half a second, long enough for her to notice, but then shrugged. “Nah, I picked a different one.”

“I wish the spell wasn’t quite so temperamental.” She said, not feeling as though it was her place to ask what his happiest memory had been if he wasn’t going to offer it up.

The clock was still counting down to the end of class and Lily really wanted to try again before they had to head to their next class.

She’d tried other memories with Petunia, she’d tried memories of Sev, she’d tried memories of her and Mary, but nothing had given her a corporal patronus.

And then a memory came to her.

A group of her housemates that had stayed for Spring Hols last year. It was early April, the snow had melted, there was still a chill in the air, but the sun usually chased it away by midafternoon.

She had stayed, so had Mary, James, Remus, Sirius, and a few others in the years above and below her. In total there had been about a dozen students.

One afternoon, they had all wandered out to the courtyard in front of the school and decided to play gob stones. A few students from other houses came to join them and they got a tournament going before too long.  

Lily had sat there in the middle of the most magical place she’d ever been, surrounded by her peers, and she had never felt more like she belonged where she was. When she was home, she felt like she had to hide the magical parts of herself, and when she was in school, most of the time she felt she had to hide the muggle parts of herself, but for that afternoon, her knowledge of the muggle game of marbles helped her team score extra points and everyone wanted pointers and even though her team didn’t end up winning the tournament, the winning team had adopted the strategy that her father had taught her when she was a kid and she just felt like she wasn’t meant to be anywhere else.

Lily had smelled like week old garbage at the end of the afternoon thanks to the gob stones, so she didn’t think it would work as her happiest memory, but nothing else had made her feel as content as that day had, horrible smell or no.

She took her stance and held up her arm.

Professor Bones walked to the front of the room and held up her hands, about to draw the classes attention for a quick recap before the end of class.

“Expecto Patronum!” Lily stated clearly, rushing to make sure she spoke before the professor.

The light she’d been achieving shot forward, but this time it started to take shape. Lily held onto the happy memory, willing herself not to lose concentration as she watched the light bend and form.

“Oh, Miss Evans, very good!” Professor Bones cheered, clapping her hands together as a white, slightly wispy creature, stood in the center of the classroom.

“No bloody way,” Mary lightly tapped her shoulder. “And just when I was starting to think that I might get this one before you.”

Lily could hear their praise, but they sounded almost as though they were underwater. She looked at the animal that still stood in the middle of the room and watched as it turned it’s head this way and that, as though it were capable of inspecting it’s surroundings.

It was a doe.

She was graceful and elegant as she turned around and started walking back toward Lily. She had her head tilted curiously, her white eyes wide.

She was the exact match to the stag that James had produced earlier.

And James was standing right next to her. What if her patronus wasn’t walking back toward her? What if she was walking toward-

A rush of nerves had Lily dropping her wand back to her side and the doe disappearing in a flash. She felt her cheeks splotch red as well and refused to look in James’ direction.

“Excellent work,” Professor Bones was in front of her now, a wide smile on her face. “I’ll award Gryffindor another ten points.”

And then she was addressing the entire class and Lily wasn’t listening to a single word she was saying.

They’d been studying this spell for a while now and Lily had read as much as she could about the theory of the spell, trying to understand it so well that it couldn’t possibly give her any trouble in class.

She knew what it meant to have a patronus that was a match for someone else’s patronus.

Mary nudged her with an elbow as Professor Bones waved her wand, the desks and chairs slowly making their way back to where they had been. “So what memory finally got it for you?” Mary asked, and Lily couldn’t figure out what she meant for a minute. But then she heard Sirius laugh.

“Yeah, I wonder what she was thinking abo- oof.”

Lily resolutely kept her eyes on her bag as she collected all her things.

Determined to ignore everyone but Mary, she looked up at her friends confused face. “Would you believe me if I said gob stones?”

Mary had been looking over Lily’s shoulder, but she looked back at Lily with her brow raised. “Like the tournament from last year?” She laughed. “How did that beat out-“

“I don’t know.” Lily shrugged, her mind not focused on their conversation in the slightest. “Come on. We’ve got to get to Transfiguration before Beth and Nicco take our seats.” She hitched her bag up her shoulder and linked her arm through Mary’s.

They were almost to class, and blessedly far from any of the Marauders, when Mary asked. “So are you acting weird because your patronus-“

“Yep.” She interrupted Mary again.

“And that means that-“

“Don’t say it.”

“James Potter is-“

“Mary.” She warned.

“He’s your soulmate.”

“Mary!” Lily pulled her arm away from her friend.

Mary pinched her side and wiggled her eyebrows. “Oh come off it, Evans. You can’t keep pretending that you don’t fancy him. Not to me.”

“I don’t.” She muttered. “Now please stop before someone hears you.”

Mary relented but rolled her eyes. “You’re allowed to have feelings for a boy, Lily. Literally no one would fault you for it. Especially if that boy is, James bloody Potter.”

[corrodedbisexual]

@angelscoops @starryeyedjanai @hunter-sylvester i gathered them into a post since you guys overlap!

▼ - childhood headcanon

We know about his dad, and as for the mom, I guess I prefer the version where she died when he was a kid rather than abandoned him. Maybe because, just as I do with Steve, I'd rather Eddie had some love and fond childhood memories.

☼ - appearance headcanon

Kinda overlaps with the one above, and I don't remember who came up with it and whether I read it on tumblr or in a fic, but it stuck with me. Eddie buzzed his hair in middle school because his mom had cancer and lost hers and was very upset about it, and he decided to support her this way. He started growing it to look like hers after she died because it reminds him of her.

♡ - romantic headcanon

I love Eddie as a hopeless romantic. He'd never admit it, but he used to daydream about being swept off his feet by a knight in shining armor, literally, in a fantasy setting. Enter Steve, who figures him out pretty quickly despite Eddie insisting he doesn't need flowers and candlelit dinners and is just happy to be with Steve, because he blushes and his eyes fill with tears every time Steve romances him. Even years into their relationship, Steve would bring him breakfast in bed with scrambled eggs shaped into an uneven heart on his plate, and Eddie would have to fight back tears.

✿ - sex headcanon

Oh, do you really wanna provoke me into a 1000 word essay on my virgin Eddie my beloved agenda. DO YOU REALLY. Because yes, while I love writing slutty Eddie occasionally, in the canon timeline, he's a loser virgin. He quietly thirsts after pretty boys in school corridors but is too awkward to make a move, even if there might be hints that a boy he looks at is queer. So yeah. The boy had zero sex before Steve barged into his life full speed.

My Eddie's sexuality hc keeps going back and forth between gay and bi, I like bi!Eddie but end up writing him as gay 90% of the time just because fucking look at him, how the hell did he not walk around with a small army of bad boy loving girls (from the band or theatre for instance) if he was bi. I can't make sense of it 😂

☾ - sleep headcanon

We all agree on koala!Eddie, right? Also, he tosses and turns a lot if he sleeps alone, but if Steve's arms are around him, he stays still.

☆ - happy headcanon

Imagine 58-y.o. Eddie today when Baldur's Gate 3 comes out. IMAGINE. He takes a week off work and his concerned husband has to physically drag him away from the computer at 3am because "you need to sleep Eddie, you're not twenty anymore." Steve should've done it hours ago, but Eddie just looked so damn happy even with his red-rimmed eyes from playing for 12 hours straight, he didn't have the heart.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Since I've already dipped into modern era, see above - Eddie would be an obsessive gamer and maybe even make a decent career streaming because his commentary would be hilarious and he also has a talent stumbling into the most ridiculous game glitches.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Xenia meeting one of MC’s ex girlfriends. HC or Fic is good, some angst but lots of fluff, just give us some jealous Xenia please! x

Written by: @sapphics-choices

You take a deep cleansing breath as you stroll past the Autumn quarter. The council finally gave you a free day to relax. It was a bit disappointing when you found out that Xenia was meeting with her spy network so she couldn’t accompany you. That’s how you found yourself walking along the cobbled streets of the Autumn quarter. The cool breeze and the citrus-sweet scent of the air remind you so much of her.

You turned to a corner towards the tavern that you and Xenia frequented when a solid weight bumped into you. Fortunately, they were able to grab your arm, preventing you from toppling over.

“Goodness! I apologize, I didn’t see you—MC?”

You felt a jolt of surprise as you saw who bumped into you, it was her. Your ex-girlfriend, Isabel.  

“Isa?” you gasped, reverting back to your old nickname for her. The last time you saw her was when you were teenagers, barely 15 spans old. She was one of your classmates. One night, in the middle of the solstice, you kissed her. But before your relationship reached its anniversary, she and her family moved away to a different kingdom. You haven’t seen her ever since.

Well, not until today.

“It is you, MC! I never expected to see you here! Look at you, you’ve changed so much.” She was beaming at you with that delightful smile you remembered so fondly.

“I live in Altadelly’s now.” You inform her, which was a gross understatement. “What about you? When did you return to Lysende?”

“Oh, my family and I decided to visit some relatives here in the Autumn quarter for a few weeks. We just arrived last night, and I wanted to do a bit of sightseeing.”

You felt yourself comforted by her familiar presence. And before you knew it, you were sitting with her at the tavern, chatting like no time has passed.

“By the way, I heard some intriguing news. They said that the lost queen has returned to the throne. Can you believe that?” She said excitedly. You could feel your face heating up again, and you thought how lucky it is that you left your crown in your room before you went exploring. And that the staff here was very discreet.

“Yes. It was a surprise to many. Did you know that they initially thought it was Tansy?!” You said, voice betraying disgust as you recalled that unpleasant memory.

Isabel copied your disgust and after a beat, you both dissolved into giggles. After a few moments, you noticed Isabel gazing at you, with a smile playing on her lips.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, Isabel shakes her head.

“No, it is not that. I have just really missed you, sun drop.” She says, using her old pet name for you. “Do you ever think about us? How we used to be?”

You felt yourself at a loss for words, this is not how you expected your day to go. “Isabel, I—“ you start to form an apology, stating that you’re happily with someone but then…

“Your Majesty.” Someone said behind you, and you jumped as you recognized who it was.

Sure enough, as you turned, Xenia was there, looking at you with an unreadable expression. Frost, how much did she hear?

“Xenia! Are you finished with your errands?” You hear your voice pitching high with nerves; Isabel looked at you and the Spy Mistress, confused.

“Yes, I thought I might catch you here in our tavern. But you seem to already be occupied.” You heard how she put emphasis on our. But her face remained a stoic mask.

She then landed her eyes on Isabel, and you know Xenia enough to recognize the small changes on her face that betrayed her actual emotions.

You saw her eyes narrow ever so slightly behind her veil, her shoulders growing stiff, the same way when she’s faced with annoying councilmen.

Finally, you remembered your manners and quickly stood up to introduce them to each other.

“I apologize, allow me to introduce Xenia, Mistress of the Spies. Xenia, this is Isabel. My…friend.” you hesitated on what to label Isabel, was she friend? An ex-girlfriend? You know that Xenia had noted that hesitation in your voice and did not offer any of her hands to shake but instead stared her down.

Isabel couldn’t look her in the eye and instead levelled her gaze on me.

“Sun drop, did she call you Your Majesty?” You felt Xenia tense behind you as Isabel again, used the pet name.

“She, is right here. And you heard it correctly. It is only proper to address the reigning monarch of the kingdom by her title, is it not?” Xenia replied. “Or do they not teach you that in whatever place you hailed from?”

Isabel was shocked, which is to be expected. But then shakes her head, and looked at me rueful smile on her face. “How ironic, we used to play princesses and knights when we were younger. And I was always your valiant knight, rescuing you from monsters.”

You let out a laugh at the sudden memory. “It is kind of a funny coincidence. Isa, I am sorry for not telling you immediately.”

“It is alright, MC.” She replied, with her easy smile. “Clearly, I missed out on a lot. Do not fret, this just gives us more time to catch up.”

You smiled back, but then you hear the tell-tale swoosh of Xenia’s elaborate gown as she quickly strode away from our booth. You couldn’t see her face but from the tense arc of her shoulders and how the patrons of the tavern practically jumped away from her when she passed them, you know she is upset.

Before you even know it, you quickly offered Isabel a hasty goodbye, and hurried to catch up to Xenia. But when the Spy Mistress does not want to be found, you will not find her.

Finally, as you reach the palace, you tried one last time to search for her, knocking on the door to her room, you were surprised to hear her quiet voice allowing you to enter.

She was perched onto a seat in a corner, staring at the tanks where her spiders live. But what concerned you was the look of utter sadness in her face.

“Xenia?” You moved closer, hesitant. “Is something the matter?”

She was quiet for a few moments, and as you thought that she was ignoring you, she suddenly speaks. With a voice that’s filled with bittersweet.

“She was your lover, was she not?” She said, staring at her spiders skittering about the tank.

“When we were young, yes. We ended things when she moved away.”

“But now she has returned and wants you back.” It was not a question. And it only confirms that she heard what Isabel said.

“It is what she implied earlier, yes.”

“Oh, believe me, darling. She wants you back. I can see it in her eyes. That sense of propriety in them when she looked at you. As if you would run back into her arms the minute she says so.” Her voice was becoming louder now.

Then it hits you, “Are you jealous?”

“Of course I am, silly girl! You are brilliant and kind. As soon as you ascended the throne, every noble wanted your hand. But for some reason, you still chose me, a foreigner with a horrible reputation. A pariah. I couldn’t understand why, despite knowing what I did to you, to Val.”

Her voice hitches as she mentions his name, as it always does. You reached out to offer comfort, but she stood up and started pacing.

“I thought I was lucky. Of course, I did. I could only hope that a star that shines as bright as you would even deign to shine your light on me. And when you did, I feel like the luckiest woman alive. So I’ve accepted it, basked in it. However, in the back of my mind, there is this horrible, terrible voice whispering that one day, one day, you will finally see the dark, twisted being sleeping beside you and leave. Perhaps you will get swept off your feet by some dashing prince or your long lost love would return.”

She gazed at me, meaningfully. Eyes heavy with sadness but I can also see a note of bitter acceptance.

You walked towards her, taking quick, deliberate steps and held her hand firmly in your grasp. Your eyes gazing straight into her deep eyes.

“Listen to me, and I will only say it once.” You said, voice firm but gentle.

“I understand that you are afraid.” She quietly scoffs at that, but you continued on.

“You lost your first love. You have been hurt many times, in ways no one should ever be. You had to build walls around yourself so that it will protect you from all of it. But Xenia, I am here now. I have seen all parts of you, but I stayed. I know what you are capable of doing, the things you did, but I remained because I also see what amazing, loving, protective woman you are. So believe me when I say that I am never going away. I may have loved Isabel in the past. But it remains there, in the past. It does not compete with how much I love you now.”

You felt Xenia’s handshake, quiet tears rolling down her eyes. You long to reach them, to wipe them away and she must have seen that desire in your eyes because she gently guides one of your hands under her veil and laying it on her soft cheek. It was impossibly warm as the rest of her is, and you gently wiped the tear away. Finally, she kissed the palm of your hand before you let go.

She leads you to her bed and a few minutes pass as you both lay cuddling under the covers when she finally spoke again.

“I apologize for worrying, and storming away like that.”

“To be honest, I was slightly pleased to see that you are also capable of angry storm outs like the rest of us common folk.” You laughed.

She groans quietly against my shoulder.

“We are never returning to that tavern again.”

[all-things-mlqc]

What do you think Shaw's fairytale could have been, had he been included in the "Wonderland after Dark" event?

First and foremost, now that I’ve written my response, I went way over the top with this idea. Was originally going to just summarize this idea and maybe slap Shaw’s face on Disney’s “Robin Hood” fox as a shit edit for funsies yet here we are with a whole HC. Anywho, I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment what other fairytale stories you guys think Shaw would’ve been good for!

Honestly my first thought was Aladdin or Robin Hood. I’m trying to think what best goes with his personality and how you could twist those stories into something new like they have with the other boys. I honestly feel like Robin Hood fits his personality especially with his latest event where he basically pulls a Robin Hood move, stealing from an antique store that was trying to sell fakes for the price of authentic pieces. He “took care” of the owner and people who were involved with this shameless exchange and by took care I mean beat them to a pulp in the alley, stole the items, and even got the shop closed down. While he didn’t necessarily steal valuable items and distribute the wealth to others like what our known Robin Hood does, what he did still protected many people without them knowing. Shaw has that sly, fun way of living life and really does help others without their knowledge. Even if it’s in his own dumbass way which can be selfish at times, I think he could’ve had a pretty good Robin Hood story in this event.

Robin Hood Shaw

Here’s your shit edit that took a total of 4.6 minutes to make

I imagine it would’ve gone something like this:

Shaw as Robin Hood would never settle in one place for too long. He enjoys adventuring around and would often be found visiting many different villages.

There were rumors in nearby villages of a vigilante who would supposedly ambush criminals, bandits, and even rich folks in the nearby villages who were involved with some sort of dirty business.

While he is a stubborn moron who does stupid things and can be selfish at times, he’s never once harmed or stolen from innocent people. He finds it thrilling when he’s able to let loose and be on the verge of getting caught, so fighting criminals/bandits/bad people within the village was how he enjoyed living life.

While most of his reasoning behind it may be selfish, the people of the nearby villages still considered him a hero.

He enjoyed taking out the rumored bandits outside of the village, getaway criminals within the village, and most of all, he enjoyed stealing from tactless, arrogant “royals” is what these people call themselves who used dirty tactics to gain the wealth they had.

Shaw loved the thrill of sneaking in and stealing their valuable belongings that were acquired unjustly with the chance of getting caught. And what he loved more was seeing their infuriated expressions after realizing they had been robbed.

To cover up his tracks, he would distribute the wealth among the good people of the village. He insists his good deeds are nothing more than him wanting some good entertainment and only gives the villages the wealth to cover up his tracks but we all know he’s secretly soft. Under all that bitchassness ofc

He would, however, always keep one item for himself. Whatever seemed to have caught his eye in that moment. The items he collected varied. He didn’t always care about their worth and would often take whatever seemed interesting to him.

Most of the money he used to provide food, clothing, and shelter came from the bandits and criminals. He had plenty of money to get around.

So in this date, I imagine MC going around village to village looking for this vigilante so called “Robin Hood” to help her village. Similar to Disney’s “Robin Hood” film, the people of the village are forced to pay an unfair amount of taxes to the people in control who then use those taxes for their own selfish desires, leaving the people of the village to suffer.

MC uses Robin Hood’s latest sightings from different villages as clues to where she may be able to find him, but many villagers tell her it’s hopeless, that he never shows himself as Robin Hood in public.

While asking around in a nearby village, Shaw overhears her conversation and catches her outside the village during her departure back home.

He asks why she’s looking for Robin Hood so she explains her village’s current situation vaguely to him.

Without explaining himself, he joins her on her journey back to her village.

She was uncertain about him tagging along without an explanation but soon had some friendly banter I say friendly but this man is just annoying as hell and we love it with one another. Y’all know how friendly Shaw is. Annoying but good at making conversation. Ya know... like his usual self.

Anywho, they come across some bandits on the way back where *enter Robin Hood Shaw*.

While Shaw fends off the bandits, MC also joins in and surprises him with some fighting skills of her own which ya’ll know damn well he’s gonna like.

MC was able to piece things together after seeing his fighting style and capability in which she asks if he’s Robin Hood.

He chuckles and responds with a simple “let’s go” as he continues towards the direction of her village.

She follows suit with way too many questions like mood mc, I wanna know what life is like as a bitch vigilante too but you also gotta remember he’s an annoying asshat

To be honest, her first impression after realizing he was Robin Hood was something like “wow wasn’t expecting him to be a dumb bitch” after all that friendly banter. But then again what do you expect from a man who purposely gets himself into danger?

Her questions included those as such: Why did you become Robin Hood? Have you ever been caught? Why do you always keep one stolen item from each place you rob?

His response was a question of his own “Why do you need the help of Robin Hood when you are capable of fighting, yourself?”

She pauses and explains she isn’t capable of helping the village all by herself and thought if she could find Robin Hood, the village would have hope.

Shaw pauses and states his own desires, “I’m not the person people make me out to be. I don’t do these things for the people, I do them for myself. Whether or not you want to believe I help people, in the end, I’m only doing this for myself.”

With that being said, MC suddenly felt a wall being built between them. Not that they had a well developed relationship beforehand

Still, MC explains her village’s situation in much more detail in hope of coming up with a plan.

MC throws out a few ideas while Shaw asks questions about her village and the men in control and then offers his own ideas.

After a lifetime of teasing and bickering, they come to a conclusion.

Once again bringing in Disney’s classic “Robin Hood” film, I thought it would be fun to include a fox in this story and even did some research on Chinese mythological creatures.

Huli jings are fox like mythological creatures that have the capability to shapeshift.

So to add a little twist in this story like the rest of the boys, MC’s village just so happened to be guarded by a huli jing spirit, or so the legends within the village say.

Shaw, with his sly, sneaky Robin Hood persona decided to use this to his advantage.

For days after returning to MC’s village, they gathered materials for their plan for the next time taxes would be collected.

With Shaw’s skills, he would dress as the huli jing spirit shapeshifted as a human wearing a fox mask and fight those who come by to collect taxes, threatening them to leave the village and never return while MC was in charge of special effects to make the “performance” seem more realistic.

He thought the idea of these awful villagers being frightened half to death by a “spirit” was rather entertaining and would make this mission much more satisfying in the end after everything going according to plan. Basically his thought process was “imagine pulling something off so ridiculous yet so incredible”

Slowly driving one by one out of the village, Shaw continued to “haunt” and threaten anyone involved.

However, it was only a matter of time when one of them realized it was all staged after finding MC off to the side, helping Shaw with his “performance”.

MC was then taken to the person in charge and held captive.

Once Shaw realized she had gone missing, he suspected the remaining few caught on and had her as a hostage so he finished his job more quickly and efficiently. Mr. iM dOiNg ThiS fOr mYsELf

Being stuck with the man in charge who was responsible for the village’s suffering, MC began asking why he did everything he had done, why he doesn’t help the village like one should. Oh MC, sweet sweet MC, there are some terrible people in the world and you should know this

After talking with the man for some time, there was a loud crash following the man being knocked to the ground by a powerful force.

“I’ve come to steal you away” is all MC hears before being swept up into Shaw’s arms.

With the man on the ground letting out painful cries, Shaw reveals himself as Robin Hood, receiving an appalled gasp from the man lying on the floor as he demands him to leave the village for good and never return.

The man refuses to give up, calling for backup only to be met with silence.

Shaw: Oh? You haven’t heard? They all fled the village. The remaining ones have been dealt with as well. It’s best you do the same if you value your life.

With this being said, the man got up and frantically stumbled out of the building.

As Shaw carries MC outside, the villagers thank him as they distribute the wealth found within the mans home among everyone, now safe from their continued suffering.

Enjoying her embarrassed expression, Shaw quietly teases MC while continuing to carry her away from others.

MC: You can put me down now, Mr. Every man for himself.

Shaw: Oh? I guess I found that time spent with you is utterly amusing and would be a shame to lose such entertainment.

MC: Well if you don’t go back soon, everything will be taken and you won’t be able to get your reward.

Shaw: And what reward would that be?

MC: The one item you choose to keep from every theft you’ve ever done.

Shaw chuckles while leaning close, whispering in her ear, “I’ve already taken my reward”.

Bye, I’ll be suffering while wishing we actually had Shaw in this event because he would’ve been 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

[alderaani]

Revenge

just my little contribution inspired by the Crys Discourse on @clonesandmoans today. hc that a man with hair that colour knows he’s a bastard and embraces it with open arms. i hope this makes sense - it’s very raw and unbeta’d, i had to work this weekend and i’m so tired and unmotivated atm, so it was nice to just finish something. also part of my 100 one word prompts project, prompt list linked here, masterlist linked here

Crys stared down at the box in his hands, feeling his stomach turn as he took in the picture on the front: the manic smile on the model’s face, the sickly, almost radioactive tinge to their yellow hair, and the cheap, almost tacky feel to the flimsi.

“Where did you find this?” he croaked, sounding horrified even to his own ears. It was breaking several of the cardinal rules of brotherhood: never show fear, never surrender. There was an excited, gleeful buzz in the air as his brothers hovered around him, poorly stifling laughter.

Trapper grinned, but the edges of it were sharp, like the edges of a trap door. It was the expression he wore when he was on the hunt. Crys had been on the receiving end of it more times than he could count, but this was the first time he’d actually felt afraid.

“A space port just outside the Rishi Maze. Trust me, vod, it’s the good shit.”

Crys turned the box of hair dye over and let out an involuntary noise of alarm. “It’s from the credit store, how good can it be?”

“A bet’s a bet, and you lost,” Trapper reminded him needlessly. Crys was extremely aware of the bet, and suspected he would be now for the rest of his life. “If you need any help reaching the back we’re ready and willing. Just shout.”

There was another round of laughter from the brothers busy touching up their own hair in the communal ‘fresher mirror. Crys eyed the way Aster was leaning against the door controls as he swept a wide-toothed through his curls, whistling. When he caught him looking, Aster gave him a jaunty wave. Crys knew that if he so much as stepped towards the door he’d be dogpiled before he could blink.

“Karking hell,” he muttered, ripping open the box and laying out the torture implements on the counter. “You’re one mean bastard, vod.”

Trapper smirked, stepping up beside him with his razor in hand. “Just don’t forget your eyebrows.”

As the bleach set in and bright, blistering yellow came rumbling on its heels, Crys stared miserably into the mirror. The bet stipulated he had to keep this for just four weeks. He could do this.

Couldn’t he?

-

When Crys walked into the mess hall the next cycle, there was a rippling wave of silence – the stunned, deafening kind that usually settled after a bomb drop. Crys sighed irritably and headed towards the canteen hatch, Trapper half a step behind. His batch mate snickered into the quiet as Crys lamented the fact it was impossible to eat with a bucket on.

Commander Cody was sat at his usual table, black caf by one elbow, his face smooshed into the table top. At the abrupt silence, Crys watched him peel his cheek from the plastoid surface with a jerk, his bleary eyes scanning the assembled vode for hostiles. Very quickly, his commander found the source of the problem. He stared at Crys; Crys stared back. Then Cody blinked, slow and deliberate, and put his face determinedly back onto the table, narrowly avoiding his mug. It was as good a blessing as could be hoped for.

Blockade was on duty when he reached the hatch, his ladle abandoned, his chin resting in his hands.

“Wow,” he said, seemingly transfixed. “I thought we were against terror tactics in warfare.”

Crys let out a tight, murderous noise. “Two protein cubes and a carton of bantha milk, please.”

Blockade passed him the food without further comment, but as Crys turned to head towards an empty table, far away in the corner, he heard him lean in and whisper to Trapper.

“D’you think he’d glow in the dark?”

“Nah, we checked last night when he went to sleep. The dye was only a credit.”

-

Stood back in front of the same fresher mirror four weeks later, Crys finished towel drying his freshly done hair and grinned ferally as the violent yellow came flopping into view.

He set down the towel and ran his fingers through it, checking for any patches where the colour hadn’t taken, but the dye job was remarkably even. Trapper had been right – it really was the good shit. All his brothers had let him have his peace this time around, leaving him with little laughing comments they’d ‘see him when he’d gotten back to normal’.

When he was satisfied, Crys dumped the empty box into the trash hatch and hummed to himself as he wiped down the counter, unable to supress his laughter whenever he caught sight of his own reflection. It really was an awful colour – lurid and sickly and just the wrong side of yellow that it clashed with the 212th armour horribly. He should have hated it, and he had in the beginning.

But as the weeks had rolled on, he’d realised he actually quite liked being recognised. The hair was something so unmistakable, so wholly his, that now even the nat-born officers knew him by name. Sure, it would have been nice if it had taken something less obnoxious, but Crys knew better than to look a gift-blurrg in the mouth. When people looked at him now, his appearance demanded to be known.

It was a dizzying feeling, terrifying and addicting all at once, and Crys loved getting to say what their collective faces couldn’t; that they were thinking, feeling individuals, who knew their own minds. He knew what the long necks called them in the Senate (meat droids, technology, property) and the way the politicians bartered over them like they would haggle a speeder repair. It tempered some of that ever-present rage, to look in the mirror and see someone looking back.

But it wasn’t all about the sweeping, existential problems. Crys was a man of emotional depth, he could appreciate the little things, too.

His brothers had been looking forward to the bet being over even more than he had - they were the ones who had to look at him, after all.

So the sounds of disgust echoing round the barracks as he entered them, and the sweeping rush of vengeance in his gut, were two very beautiful things indeed.

[luccislegs]

can we get some ace, luffy and zoro relationship hcs?

Portgas D. Ace:

this boy’s second middle name is ‘tactile’

like no matter what the situation, he’s all about touching you

in the middle of battle? if he can find an opportunity to kiss you he will

full on potc 10/10 would marry mid battle

just chillin on deck with the crew and the best seat in the house is his lap

he doesn’t do it bc he’s jealous tho, like does not strike me at all as jealous

he absolutely will tease you about it later if someone starts hitting on you tho, ‘accusing’ you of flirting, definitely will use it to his advantage

also teases you a lot that you’re only with him bc he’s ‘so hot’

yes it’s a pun

cuddling at night is an absolute must and it doesn’t matter if it’s 90 degrees outside he will be pressed as close as he can to you

probably sleeps with no clothes on bc of it but are you going to complain?

no

more seriously, he doesn’t always realize when he needs to be serious and when to stop pushing you

more often than not, he won’t realize he’s upset you until it’s too late and you’ve stormed off

he’ll follow after you too soon, and then be confused about you still being too mad

it takes him a while to figure out that he needs to give you space

expect that, if y’all are separated for any period of time, you’ll be swept away to spend quality time when you come back together

his favorite thing about you is how funny you find him, and will do everything in his power to make you laugh

Zoro:

not tactile

definitely takes a while to warm up to your touches in public, but doesn’t like, actively dislike when you touch him

he just doesn’t know how to reciprocate in front of everyone and so he just freezes up whenever you hug him

and god forbid you kiss him, even on the cheek, he’s gonna short circuit

if you take it slow enough with him and are patient, he’ll figure out how to not be so awkward in front of everyone

on the other hand, in the bedroom, he’s totally relaxed (maybe not at first but it takes him like 10 seconds to get over it frfr)

all you have to do is crawl into bed with him and his arm is around you and pulling you close

he doesn’t really cuddle per se but if you were to just lay yourself flat across his chest he’s not going to complain

not jealous bc he trusts you implicitly and will give that trust back to you the same way but does expect the same

of course, if someone is being just a little too pushy he would come up and make it a little more clear, and wouldn’t be mad if you did the same

maybe gives you a little too much space when you have an argument, and definitely have almost ended things bc you feel like he doesn’t care at all

but you work through it like mature adults and come to the agreement that you both need to work on his communication

favorite thing about you is that you 100% let him nap in your lap whenever he wants

Luffy:

like ace on steroids about touching you

problem is that instead of just hugging you or setting you in his lap, he’ll wrap his arms around you like an octopus and pull you towards him from across the boat

you definitely learn the tuck and roll

the first time luffy does it anywhere near nami’s tangering trees is the last time

does not give a rat’s ass about the other’s feelings about his pda with you

honestly he’s like training a baby monkey which is really hard i assume

for real tho, he just likes touching you and will 110% spend all day laying in the grass on the sunny with his head in your lap

will flip out in excitement every time you come back to the ship

“luffy, i just went shopping”

“i know but i missed you” while he’s wrapped around you like an extremely talkative spider web

surprisingly not much of a cuddler in bed

well after he’s asleep which takes him .02 seconds

he sleeps like a starfish so y’all need a bigass bed

definitely jealous

0/10 do not recommend hitting on his partner

i’m not saying he would knock a bitch out but i ain’t sayin he wouldn’t

his favorite thing about you is the fact that you agreed to join him on his adventure to become king of the pirates

[askzloyxp]

Mumbo or Iskall are the only possible Demise winners because it’s the only outcome that will sedate the shreeking pre-teens.

In many ways Hermitcraft is like professional TV wrestling: it’s real because the stunts are real, and most of the drama is unplanned improvisatory brilliance. But let’s not beat around the bush: the Hermitcraft members are not idiots, at least not since the Sheep Head incident of Season 5.

In this essay I will sketch out reasons and evidence as to why the winner for the Demise is planned and why it is going to be one of the three remaining Dragon Bros, with Mumbo being the most likely one.

The thesis of this piece basically comes down to this: Hermitcraft is aware of the destructive qualities of its fanbase and will plan Mumbo (or to a lesser degree Iskall, or to a lesser degree Bdubs) to be the winner of the piece.

This requires us to prove that first and foremost Hermitcraft is aware of the destructive qualiies of their fanbase. Luckily, season 5 provided us with just the thing: the Sheep Head incident. Long story short, for a skit BdoubleO pretended that StressMonster stole several somewhat hard to get sheep heads from one of his chests. He later revealed that she didn’t and that he was just being forgetfull and left them in a different chest - part of the whole “going insane” shtick he was doing for the whole season. Naturally, his fanbase of thousands never made it to the “oh wait, I’m just an idiot” part of the joke, and Stressmonster’s comment section was overrun with harassment and reportedly even death threats (and I have to specify that I never seen death threats exactly myself, but only because they cleaned it up with a nice swoop of a banhammer. I personally know about this because I was told by one of her more hardcore fans). Bdubs actually had to have an intervention with his fanbase in a hermitcraft episode telling them to tone it down, but in my opinion, it was too little too late, wouldn’t work on the people at fault, and frankly what did they think would happen if you pit a 10K subs channel against an over-a-million one?! (probably that it would bring a new bigger audience to Stress, but that’s just me backseat youtubing)

The Sheep Head incident was a grim reminder that the internet is the internet and the internet is also horrible. The whole NHO storyline got real soft right after it letting way for ConCorp shenanigans, which I personally found more fun anyway, but that’s neither here nor there. The message was clear tho: Hermitcraft needs to thread lightly with their bigger channels, a lesson they will not forget.

And we know that forget they didn’t, as the fanbase was swift to remind them of it. Ever wonder why we never found out the identity of the Jingler and the storyline was left to go cold? Well, it might have something to do with the Architect infinity room being Jingled. The butthurt of Grian’s sizeable fanbase was massive at the time, as pre-teens were pisssed that the reveal of it to Mumbo was “ruined”. Therefore HC just swept the Jingler identity under the rug as to not give all that pure Kyle energy a target.

Which is fine and actually pretty smart, given the circumstances. But this made the Hermitcraft storylines a very easy to spot weak point: now people with larger channels would become untouchable within the storylines.

A very simple example there is that aside from the Demise, this season so far GRIAN HAS NOT BEEN A LOSER IN ANYTHING. Every Grian-centirc storyline - and let’s face it, they’re all Grian-centric - has resulted in Grian winning or a least losing to himself. The Hermitville Build off? it’s a tie. The Area77 raid? Grian successfully accomplishes everything he’s setup to do. The Civil War? Grian’s team gets to win and Grian personally heroically delivers the last flag at the last moment!

The Jangler v Sherlock Grian storyline is specifically all about how Grian is smarter than everyone and runs laps around the rest’s deductive reasoning.

It gets to a ridiculous level, when Grian starts putting curse of binding dragon heads on people during demise - a move which on anyone else would result in SO MANY PRANKBACKS -and gets away with it! People he robbed of a helmet slot in the times when armor is crucial for some reason all react friendly and happily join his fanclub poorly disguised as a cult.

But now - a full year into the season - they finally feel safe enough to let him die in the Demise (and even then it’s probably just so he can deliver the final supertrap at the last survivors to the rooting of the toddlers in the audience).

AND HIS FANBASE IS ALREADY FARTING UP A STORM ABOUT THE TRAP THAT KILLED HIM BEING GRIEFING. They’re not upset about griefing, guys, they’re just looking for an excuse to whine about their favorite hermit not getting to win something for the first time in a year.

In this situation any actual Demise winner for Hermitcraft will just result in this fanbase lashing out at them, hence the swift dispatchment of ZombieCleo and TFC - the two remaining participants with the least following.

The only way for HC to now “handle” Grian’s juvenile fanbase is to give them someone they already like: the archi-bois frienderoos, Iskall or Mumbo. And if I had to guess, they’re going to go with Mumbo, just to make it seem like a twist: the one guy with the least aggressive tactics suddenly coming through and winning this.

A charitable expectation would be to say that JoeHills is an option, as his popularity in the fanbase has been on the rise, he’s super good at dealing with children harassing him by now, and also his channel needs some help growing, but really, that’s too much to ask from this group.

Also of note is that played genuinely on a server like Hermitcraft, Demise will last a week if that, leaving but a nice crator where once was the shopping district.

So, there’s my lenghty and unnecessarily aggressive diatribe on the nature of Hemitcraft fandom and how that bends the stories they tell with their gameplay. Hope you had fun, I know I did. And if Demise ends, and Docm is the winner, please forget you ever saw this post and pretend that I stil have some credibility left in me.

Next time on “SHUT UP ZLOY” we’ll talk about how every minigame Grian introduced was actively preventing people from playing on the server which is a bit annoying when their livelihoods depend on making videos from said server.

[sunmaylight]

TGCF Book 3 Reaction pt.4 - Wind & Water Master Arc: The Water Master Side & Ghost City pt. 3, Party City in the Crimson Light

Here we are. At the second (?) half of the Wind and Water Master Arc. I don’t know about the rest of the community, but I now consider that the Wind and Water Master Arc to be split on which of the two Elemental Masters are focused. With Wind Masters’s arc first and Water Master’s arc second.

I am excited cause the Water Master side had a going in it. Especially since the Black Water Sinking Ship - He is going to be introduced. I wonder how his lair will be compared to Hua Cheng’s. Can’t wait

Obviously, what I forgot to mention earlier. If you haven’t figured it out already,

SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK

Ch 119: Xie Lian says Four Supremes, but someone corrects him that it’s the Four Calamities.

- Me: lol. He forgot Qi Rong is part of them.

Famous saying in the Underworld: “Crimson Rules the Land; Black Masters the Waters.”

- Me: Wow. What a quote from the book, got to note that down.

Pei Ming: Demon Xuan.

- Me: ...wait. Scholar He. Demon Xuan....SQX has He and Xuan as part of his birth name..... MF!

How to ride a Flying Shovel 101 with Ming Yi and Shi Qingxuan

1) Have the owner step on the handle

2) Have the guest stand on the spade of the shovel

3) Fly

Hua Cheng soaking in Xie Lian protecting him like a cat

- Me: That is one smug cat.

Fangxin is an old blade and has to fly for a long time

- Me: Oh, so it’s grand-sword Fangxin instead of Uncle Fangxin

Hua Cheng is standing on water while holding Xie Lian

- Hehe. Christianity reference could happen. Hua Cheng = J**us

The two get swept up by the waves and land on shore. Xie Lian sees Hua Cheng isn’t breathing. Xie Lian gives him CPR

- Me: Wait, do Ghost need to breath?

Hua Cheng opens his eyes

- Me: Oh! MF

Ch 120: Coffin Boat building

- Me: The ‘wilderness survival episode’

Xie Lian telling Hua Cheng that to him, “...what matters is you, not the state of you.”

- Me: *wipes tear away from eye* I-I’m not crying. Are you crying?

Riding the waves in a closed coffin that is designed to house only one person.

- Me: Well, I can think of a lot of ways where this can go wrong and horny.

The entire coffin scene until they break out to see who/what is whacking their ‘boat’. The are greeted to the sight of Pei Ming and Shi Wudu staring at them

- Me: Well, this is like what, the second time Pei Ming caught Hua Cheng and Xie Lian in a romantic situation?

Pei Ming taking Demon Xuan’s minions and forming them into a basketball

- Me: Hi, I need visual of this entire scene please

Action scene! The invisible water demons.

- Me: oh yay! I was wondering when that would happen. 

- Also me: You know, I would love to see a book of spells and hypological structures of how ghost biology is

Lake mirror shows another realm. SQX is trapped in a prison with others. Everyone, except Pei Ming jumps into the Mirror Lake

- Me: Well, what reference can I put for that? Through the Looking Glass? Wonderland? Movie thing?

Xie Lian asks Hua Cheng for Spiritual Power and has to emphasize on the ‘little’

The other side of the mirror lake is a place where spiritual powers fail. Xie Lian is the only fighter of the group now...besides Hua Cheng if  he decides to do something

- Me: Xie Lian, I hope you become a great MVP

Ch 122-123: Revealed that the group has ended up at the Nether Water Manor. They go to the manor and have a jump scare from a skeleton that literally jumps at one of them at a certain phrase said.

- Me: Oh, yeah. I think things are being pieced together in my head now...not a pretty picture.

They find a Distance-Shortening array that can only teleport one person at a time. Ming Yi is the only one who can activate it among the group.

- Me: Well, isn’t that the perfect timing to separate the group.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng end up at the Puqi Shrine with the rest of the group is unknown. Xie Lian understands who the Reverend/Demon Xuan is. 

- Me: Called it

Xie Lian learns that Hua Cheng and Demon Xuan had some agreement in the past that makes the two unable to sabotage if it’s something important to the other.

Ha Cheng seeing Xie Lian do a familar hand seal: “...gege?”

- Me: *sob* I can hear so much emotions from Hua Cheng when he said that as the Ghost King realizes what Xie Lian is going to do. Confusion, realization, fear, concern, and so much more

Xie Lian is now with SQX in the horror game: Survive on Nether Manor Island. It is filled with running, hiding your intentions from your ‘best friend’ and trying to find your brother. Try your best to survive, or else your fate will be decided by Black Water.

- Me: Well, that is a horror show that I didn’t put much notes in. Must be because of how absorbed I was in the story at that time.

Xie Lian monologuing about his discoveries of everything so far. How he connects the dots and realizations to everything about Ming Yi’s identity

"Ming Yi” utterly destroys Water Master’s fan attack with a flick of the wrist and takes the fan away from him.

“Ming Yi” dissolves into Demon Xuan like water flowing down paint to reveal the actual picture underneath. 

- Me: I need visuals so bad.

He Xuan drags SQX and SWD to some dungeon like place. He Xuan gets his own brand of ‘justice’.

- Me: No comment. Read this for yourself

The horror of the climax of the Wind & Water Master arc ends with Xie Lian ejected from SQX’s body at the most crucial moment. He awakens to the sight of Hua Cheng sucking the spiritual energy out of his body to cancel the spell. Hua Cheng is kissing Xie Lian

- Me: Wow. Efficient. Don’t know how to react to seeing this romantic scene after something horrific though

Ch 125: Qi Rong ruins the moment

- Qi Rong, I would start running now.

The aftermath of the Wind & Water Master Arc ends with them picking up Pei Ming. Also learn a new side to He Xuan, he is a lonely man whose thirst for revenge fed him for so many years. 

“No one can know what he’s thinking.”

- Me: Now I feel sad for He Xuan. Even moreso now then before.

It is revealed that the fisherman were dragged into the sea during the Water Master’s Heavenly Trial by a third party.

- We have a possible thi- fourth party. Previous three: XL & HC, Heaven, He Xuan

-----

Ch 126: Xie Lian and Hua Cheng try to learn who is this other mysterious party is for dragging Xie Lian to Banyue pass, and now this.

- Me: Concern. Who is dragging Xie Lian around? Why are they dragging him around?

After the funeral for Water Master, Qi Rong is behaving funny. Hua Cheng barges in and takes the two away to Ghost City.

- Me: Ghost City pt. 3, Party City in the Crimson Light? ((Oh, that should be the other header))

The group is at Ghost City, without someone.

- Me: Wait! They forgot Lang Ying ((MY SON!))

 Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are by themselves. Hua Cheng practices calligraphy again at Xie Lian’s encouragement. 

Ch 127: Ghost are going out of control, Qi Rong escapes, Hua Cheng is acting clingy to Xie Lian. In the background as Qi Rong escapes, it appears that he has a routine with Ghost City 

- Me: lol. Even in this pain, they have a routine that is uninterrupted. 

Qiandeng Temple is sealed shut. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are trapped. THAT ENTIRE SCENE OF XIE LIAN CALMING AN ALMOST BERSERK HUA CHENG

- Me: Wow. What a night that was for Xie Lian and Hua Cheng.

Next day, Hua Cheng doesn’t remember and explains that it was a sign of Mount Tonglu opening.

- Me: Man, Hua Cheng, you missed out big time.

Ghost have escaped from imprisonment in Heaven. Xie Lian is tasked to work with Qi Ying.

- Me: Qi Ying? That one guy that threw a bed at Pei Ming?

Xie Lian goes back to Puqi Shrine all mope. Lang Ying is around, though. He tries to help Xie Lian, but during lunch(?) Xie Lian burnt the food. He is about to throw it away, but Lang Ying eats it instead.

- LANG YING! Ahhh, no! Please be alright soon. Please don’t get food poisoning.

Xie Lian is laying down in bed thinking of Hua Cheng.

- Me: Xie Lian missing Hua Cheng like a wife missing her husband on a business trip

Quan Yizhen is on the floor choking on Xie Lian’s cooking. He is revealed to be the one giving Xie Lian the gold bars

- Me: Xie Lian. What kind of ally did you make? QYZ seems like an instinctive guy.

Lang Ying speaking up and being bolder.

- Me: Did Hua Cheng do something to Lang Ying to make him grow more of a backbone?

Now that QYZ is here, Xie Lian debriefs him on the new mission. Find the Brocade Immortal Robe

Ch 128 author (MXTX) notes: No one can eat Xie Lian’s cooking besides Hua Cheng.

- Me: Wow. Way to give a spoiler. But okay, that makes sense.

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Ahh, the Mount Tonglu arc is coming soon. First there has to be the chaos that the opening of Mount Tonglu brought.

[mousehole5000]

 this is it... the final post.... 226 through THE END!!!!!

this shit with mu qing and the river of lava is SOOOO dramatic im loving it

oh my god theyre on a FUCKING bridge of course they are okay let’s go boys

“You’re right. We’re alike. You think me odd, I think you to be rather weird too.” - so what im getting from this is that xie lian and mu qing are the only characters in this book with working gaydar okay yup got it this checks out

god... the fact that xie lian is ready to be like “look mu qing we can just forget about the past it doesnt matter we dont have to be friends i know you dont like me but im not gonna let you die over it” and then mu qing is like “.... god i really do admire you huh”

“You...certainly...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person...than me. Long story short, I...very much wanted...to become your f-f-friend.”  - going to think about this for the rest of all time im about to become utterly unintelligible im overcome with emotions

“And, at the end of the white silk band, Feng Xin was gripping Ruoye with one hand while the other was holding on to a steel-faced Mu Qing, and he shouted towards him.” - the fucking IMAGE of this im gonna cry this is everything i could have asked for im so happy also mu qing dangling there like “ welp. guess ill live“

“Feng Xin was almost burnt by that pillar of fire, and he shouted in outrage. “WHAT’S WITH THIS BAND OF DOG SHITS, ATTACKING PEOPLE WHILE THEY’RE DOWN, SO VILE! FUCK YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!” Xie Lian responded, “IF THEIR ENTIRE FAMILIES ALL LOOK LIKE THAT, YOU SURE YOU WANT TO FUCK THEM??” - theyre so funny!!! and theyre best friends!!! theyre joking together now in the middle of all this i could cry theyre back!!!

“Using sticks as arrows, he held the bow with one hand and used his teeth to bite back the bowstring.” - no clue how practical this is but okay archer boy. hot

i actually have so many little quips between the three of them highlighted but we’d be here all night if i included them all. im literally so delighted by this omg worth the wait

“Each sabre strike slashed to the bone. It wasn’t like Xie Lian had never seen Hua Cheng use the sabre before in the past, but his style had always been easy and leisurely, nonchalant and casual. Rather than say he was handling a weapon, it was more like he was toying with a small knife. Yet those blade marks were filled with killing intent. It was easy to imagine just how skilled the one exchanging blows with him was, and how perilous this battle.” you have no idea how mad i was when i read this and thought we missed witnessing the fight between hc and jw omg

“Behind him, Feng Xin muttered, “Dear fucking god, may all the gods and buddhas grant their blessings, that better absolutely be Crimson Rain Sought Flower, otherwise he’s gonna go mad!” “Stop your rubbish,” Mu Qing berated. “We’re all the gods and buddhas ourselves and we can’t grant shit, just keep up with him! Look at the stumbling way he’s running, he’s gonna trip and fall to his bloody death before he even sees the man!” - okay i know i said no more quips but this is literally too funny i just wanted to read it again

“ However, for whatever reason, that vicious ghost, in its muddled state, took that large group of live mortals under its wing and fled for many days. In the end, they were still surrounded by millions of ghosts, trapped in a dead end, and it was going to be eaten along with those humans.” [...] “That vicious ghost almost made a move against those humans, but for some reason, in the end, it didn’t. It instead used one of its own eyes as the price to forge a blood weapon. That vicious ghost was already forcibly hanging on with its last breath; after digging out its eye it should’ve broken apart completely. Yet somehow something had shocked it, and it instead woke to its senses completely. “ - THIS IS AMAZING ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? IS THIS ALL WE GET ABOUT HIS GHOSTLY LORE?????? HUA CHENGGGGGGGG

“What a terrible offence, his old habit had come out, and he quickly apologized. “I’m sorry! You don’t have to listen to me!” Hua Cheng, however, only smiled happily. “Everything gege tells me is the best advice, so why wouldn’t I listen?” - this isnt the fucking time afjdkfjsdkl they really never stop

“So you can hold the illusion of a perfect Crown Prince of Wuyong to face and dismiss the Jun Wu now. Isn’t that your objective? Did you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” “THAT’S NOT IT!” Guoshi cried. “Stop getting tied up in right and wrong, victories and defeat, I’VE NEVER THOUGHT THAT WAY BEFORE!” - jun wu only being able to see xie lian as his successor and believing that thats all anyone else sees too... okay

honestly this whole final showdown was a blast i cant put everything in but it was so much fun to read. the DRAMA the LAVA the SHOUTING t

“Hua Cheng had poured too much spiritual power into him. There really was too much, so much that it was completely outside the amount the cursed shackle could withstand.” - okay.... okay... the love you give will set you free... okay....

“With Jun Wu in his grip, he carried both their bodies and forcefully slammed into the incomparably-solid rock wall! He used all of his power in this smash, and in the rumbling and crashing of rocks, he also heard the sound of something breaking.” [...] “A moment later, Jun Wu suddenly asked, “That move. What is it called?” “...” Xie Lian raised his sleeve and wiped away the blood on the side of his face. “Shattering boulders on the chest.” YES!!!!! YES!!!!! xie lian actually lived that life!!!!!! i loved this detail so much

“After a moment of silence, Xie Lian took off the bamboo hat carried on his back, took it in his hand, and covered it over Jun Wu’s face.” - xie lian... good... another detail i love. a hat that protects from the rain, given in a moment of need, even to someone who has caused you hardship... we do not forget the kindness granted to us

“There was gratefulness, there was shame, there was heartache, there was wild joy, but above all else, there was incurable love.” - :pleading: i wish it was just that easy tbh. “i have to tell you about the worst parts of myself” “ive already seen them and i dont care i still love you“ truly the dream

“ It’s been so long since anyone listened to me talk, won’t you stay? Don’t...actually do this. I won’t be able to take it. Twice, it’s been twice already! I really don’t want there to be a third time!!!” - the bit about just wanting someone to listen to him talk... xie lian... :(

emily corpse bride moment.... i knew it had to happen.... butterflies.... death and rebirth.... inevitable

xianle trio bickering about ruoye..... mu qing complaining but not letting anyone else fix it... im so happy

“The Rain Master sat down on the spot, looking like she was going to perform a passing service for her. After all, Xuan Ji was the only one left of the Kingdom of Yushi besides herself.”  - xuan ji you sure the hell were... a character. this little moment tho..... yushi huang... many thoughts

“ Who hasn’t made promises, or swore to the mountains and the seas when they were young? Talking of affection, of love, of forevers. But, the longer I hang around in the world, the more I understand, something like ‘forever’ is impossible. It’s never going to be possible. Having it once was already good enough. No one can truly achieve it. I don’t believe in it anymore.” - jian lan im happy for you bummer it didnt work out with feng xin but yeah that was looooong ago. also this quote me same mood kin but its chill. having it once was already good enough

although yeah tbh if theres anyone who can have a forever like that... it would be a ghost and a god

fasdfjadklfj GOD... pour one out for ling wen.. but is that not the truth of this world? the one can be pardoned for being good at paperwork that no one else wants to do? isnt that the plot of the shawshank redemption?

okay but the fact that all xie lian’s friends come to visit him while he waits for hua cheng is making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.... fengqing coming together to try to get him out of the house but get scared off by his cooking... amazing

“Last time, they spent eight hundred years running towards each other. This time, it only took an instant to fall into each other’s embrace.” - im completely unaffected by this. im not lying i swear (i am lying im very emotionally affected)

okay i love this final wrap up chapter party its so fun. mu qing moving on from the broom thing!!! good for him!! the beggars get their reward!!! the fun ghost city chefs!! SQX!!!! and he xuan is?? here too??? he’s hungry??? fjadlkfjsdl

“The grounds that Feng Xin and Mu Qing had just swept were once again filthy from that giant crowd of muddy feet. Mu Qing gripped his broom, looking like he felt someone had infected him with fleas, and his eyes were wide.” - me when my dad comes into the kitchen when ive just finished washing dishes i get it king

the little folklore bit... fun!!! oh my god its over..... :(

that was really fun i had a blast reading it and on the whole really liked it i WISH soo badly that hua cheng had gotten more outside of being cunty and devoted even tho those are both important i just wish there was more about like how he got by during those 800 years and like did he ever have doubts? what shaped his worldview was it all xie lian or was it his experience as a mortal as well? why is he so mean to e’ming? theres bits and pieces here and there and i know it was already SO long but that really would have been great if there was more about hc cuz tbh by the end, at least for me, the hualian relationship didnt actually feel as fleshed out as the xianle trio relationship like i still liked hualian’s dynamic and it was really sweet how much they clearly really liked each other and  everything but i kind of wish some of the other subplots had been dropped or diminished in favor of more hc development i think that would have been cool

but anyway thats some of my thoughts and i really did enjoy the hell out of book 5 that was a riot and uhhh thanks to everyone who read these or commented *lends you spiritual energy through a high five*

[shsl-fluff]

Alright, how about some HC’s for the V3 girls traveling to Texas to visit their (long distance) male S/O

V3 girls visiting their long distance male S/O

Im sorry for being late, and if any of them seem a little out of character. I'm a little rusty with the V3 cast. 😥

Angie Younga

When she finally got off the plane, Angie was so excited to see you again.

She basically ran over to you and jumped into your arms. 

"(S/O)! I missed you so much! Atua did, too!" She chirped. "He kept on telling me how I needed to see you! You're my muse, after all!" 

You two went to tons of little tourist spots, even though many of them were obvious tourist traps

She was rather used to the heat, so she didn't really mind it much, and spent a lot of her time outside.

She would sketch just about everything she found. 

She would almost always stay attached to your side, unless she was praying.

She would invite you to prayer or other devotional activities, but if you didn't want to, she wouldn't mind. 

One day when you came back from work near the end of her trip, she was waiting excitedly for you. 

"(S/O)! I got you a present!" She grinned, pulling out a small canvas from behind the couch.

It was a painting of you and her. 

And then she pulled out another.

A painting of one of the attractions

And another and another and another

Her paintings soon covered your walls. They were a constant, lovely reminder of her.

Himiko Yumeno

Himiko was so ready to just move in with you.

With her talent, she could do shows just about anywhere, unlike some talents, which were more popular in one place than another.

There was so little stopping her, besides the memories of her home. 

That's why she decided to visit by surprise...

Then her mana ran low…

You found her cuddled up to you in bed the next morning. 

"Himiko?"

"N-nyehhh… don't go, (S/O)"

It was your day off anyway, so you might as well just stay there.

You spent the day in each other's arms as you played with her hair and she gave you the occasional kiss.

She had already decided she was staying.

Kaede Akumatsu 

Kaede loved spending time with you, and it pained her that she had to be away from you

She was honestly debating on moving, but she still had school in Japan. If she didn't, she would have gone with you.

You two quickly move back to normality once she came to visit

She would play piano for you, listen to you talk about your problems, give you advice, and just spend time with you in general. 

She gained a burst of inspiration with you, and was starting to compose songs inspired by you and Texas.

When she left, it was bitter, yet sweet. She promised you that she would be moving in with you soon, that was the only sweet part.

Kirumi Tojo

Kirumi honestly had felt like a bit of a fish out of water in Texas.

She had never really been to America much for leisure, so it was honestly a little bit of a culture shock for her.

Everyone was so outgoing, compared to how reserved and secluded people were in Japan

she spent most of her time glued to your side, weather it was around the house or when going out. 

It really took her a little while to listen up with you. 

She really did act super nurturing with you, especially after not seeing you for so long.

She would kiss her forehead and play with your hair a lot, as she knew you liked it. 

She worked on cleaning your house for you, too. Not to mention setting up a whole new organization system. 

It was sorta something she did on impulse to make her feel more comfortable. 

She was honestly rather sad to leave, but knew she had to. Her job meant the world to her, after all. 

Maki Harukawa 

Maki honestly hadn't planned on visiting you

The "ultimate child caregiver" "just so happened" to travel to America right before the death of a politician

You got a text from her asking for your address, and she was at your house in just a few minutes. 

She told you that she had been hired to look after a famous child in the country, but was not allowed to say much else about it. 

You invited her in and made her some food. 

She was as quiet as normal, and let you talk your heart out. 

Later that night, you both cuddled on the couch. She was a blushing mess, but looked sort of uncomfortable.

You asked her if she was alright 

"I'm… Not used to affection like this, (S/O)"

"It's nice. I'm just not used to it"

She slowly grew more comfortable with it over the next few days

Soon, she had to go, saying that the orphanage likely needed her. It was the only time she mentioned the orphanage throughout the whole trip.

She packed her bags and said goodbye before you went to work. 

She kissed your cheek bashfully before you left.

She was gone when you came back from work.

Miu Iruma

Miu was so impatient on that damned plane. She just wanted to see you after all. 

She almost sprinted off the plane as soon as she could

You already had an idea in mind for where you wanted to take her. The state fair

She was so excited the whole time. She loved being swept up in fun of it all 

She loved all the food and ate until she was sick.

Even then she was still going on the fastest rides. 

She bought lots of knick-knacks, too. 

Her favorite was an obnoxiously bright pink cowboy hat.

She told you she was going to make a robot to re-create all the fried foods there without any manual labor needed. 

Speaking of robots and machines, she brought tons of them to show you

Some were useful, others were more novel, and many were inappropriate in nature

Though she acted brash and arrogant often, she really did love it when people- especially you- showed her praise for her inventions. 

She honestly didn't want to leave, but her inventions were waiting for her.

She would be coming back soon for sure.

Tenko Chabashira 

You and Tenko were close, closer than she was with any other degenerate male.

You were actually the first guy she felt feelings for 

When you moved for your job, she was devastated. She had to stay in Japan in order to continue her Neo-Aikido training. 

She would visit often to spend time with you.

You guys really did whatever when she visited.

Every once in a while she would come during the State Fair

She was a surprisingly large fan of the fried food, even though she rarely ate unhealthily

She was also super competitive. Trying to see which of them would win the most games, or who could ride the most rides

When you'd get home, she'd be quickly tuckered out.

You'd both curl up in bed and go to sleep together. 

Tsumugi Shirogane

You and TsumugI had never actually seen eachother in real life

You met on a forum and hit it off right away

There was a convention coming up in Texas, and she had asked for all your measurements. 

She had made tons of cosplays for you, and wanted to keep them a secret. 

When she got off the plane, she went searching for you instantly

When she found you, she pulled you into a hug as you kissed her cheek. 

It was exciting to see your girlfriend for the first time. 

You took her to some of your favorite restaurants, where she got noticed once by a fan of her cosplays.

After, you both went to your home, where she pulled out all the cosplays she had prepared

There were a few characters you didn't actually know, but you recognized a few. Link and Zelda (a cliche, she knows), Jonathan and Erina, and Goku and ChiChi

That night you two cuddled up in bed.

"It is really, really nice to be with you, (S/O). I know we do video calls most nights until we fall asleep but… it isn't the same" 

She sounded flustered and quiet as she fell asleep in her arms.

[devintrinidad]

Yeah it’s me.

5100 and NC would totally bond over protecting 3803 from all the trouble she gets in. The difference is 5100 gets on 3803’s case while NC never thinks 3803 is in the wrong. He always likes it when 3803 does things the typical RBC wouldn’t do. NC does get along with 5100 since she acts almost like a big sis to him too after awhile. But he really disagrees with how inside the box her thinking is and has gotten inbetween her and 3803 when 5100 wants to reprimand 3803 for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. NC probably gets along with 4201 the best since she never gets on his or 3803’s case. At most she’s too by the book to get involved with his michevous or anyone else’s business. But she won’t judge or reprimand him either. Sometimes if she’s with them she’ll just quietly go along with what they’re doing, only voicing some concerns about getting work done. It secretly annoys 1146 that 4201’s stern face doesn’t make NC nervous at all. 5963 actually makes NC feel warm and safe almost the same way that Normal Cell does. But he’d never admit it to either of them. He just appreciates 5963 doesn’t embarrass him.

My personal HC over 1146 hearing the whole story from 3803. A lot of time has passed. Things are good between them and NC. One night when 1146 is walking 3803 home to make sure she gets there safe (she got stuck with a late shift). She invites him in to give him tea and snacks. They have a nice time. She says she wants to tell him about it. Not because she needs to tell him. But because she wants him to know/understand. No other reason why. But she doesn’t want to look at his race or vice versa in case he gets upset and can’t hide it. Which she knows would upset him. She sits in her bedroom leaning against the closed door while his back is leaning on the other side. 

She basically tells him RBA we readers read from the moment she met Cancer pretending to be a Normal Cell up until 1146 found her. She’ll add some more details like other stuff that happened too. Like how she used to brush his hair and how he didn’t like her gloves and stuff. 1146 is glad she suggested the closed door method because he does not want her to see his face when she told him how Cancer physically hurt her, telling her she should never have been born and she was like a Cancer, throwing all the deaths he caused in her face and blaming her for them, the affection he gave her. He tightened his fist so much to refrain from punching a hole in the wall he bruised his own hand. The only time he interrupts her is to he protest against Cancer’s claim everyone abandoned her. Despite hearing how she didn’t hold it against anyone, he still wanted her to know he never stopped searching.

By the end of it he quietly asks if he can open the door. She let’s him and then gets swept up into a big hug. His face is borrowed in her neck it feels wet. She lets him let it out and apologizes for burdening him with that knowledge. She tells him she wishes she could take it back. But he says he’s glad she trusts him so much and he’s happy to carry this weight with her of it will make her happier. 1146 says again how sorry he is for failing to rescue her. Which shocks 3803 because she tells him He was the one who found her and got her out of that dark prison. 1146 accepts what she says and finally tells her he believes her over this. 3803 relaxes in relief that 1146 has finally stopped seeing himself as a failure and falls asleep to him cradling her. When she wakes up she finds out he moved them to a comfy chair and she’s been sleeping in his arms and lap the whole night. 3803, knowing 1146 did this to guard her all night, thanks him (and laughs a little at his snoring. She’s not sure how she slept through this) and covers him with a blanket while she leaves a note for him as she goes to work. 

After that it’s actually a few cycles until she sees him again. When BC tells her no, he hasn’t seen 1146 at all for awhile She starts to get a little worried. What if she ruined everything? What if 1146 hates NC and now whatever hard earned peace and normality they’ve all found will dissapear? Her fears are laid to rest when 1146 pops up and gets both her and NC tea. He doesn’t treat NC any differently and seems perfectly content as always. Later she admits her worries and 1146 tells her he was busy on a mission. Also he did need time away from NC because he wanted to make sure he didn’t lash out on blind emotion at NC and ruin the progress NC and him have made. 1146 lets get know he will always protect her trust/faith in him and her way of living. 

That. That is the moment 3803 develops a crush on 1146.

But she’s not like 1146 who bottles things up. Later after processing it, 3803 is pretty quick to infirm 1146 of her feelings. It goes like,

3803: Mr Neutrophil since we have such a honest relationship. I wanted to tell you I think developed a bit of a crush on you earlier. I know an amazing guy like you can do way better then a klutz like me. But I just wanted to tell you how I feel and that this won’t affect our friendship no matter what you say. =D

1146:…. *inside his mind* (What the Heck are you doing!? Say something. Say something! Anything!!!!) Okay o_o (No not that! Stupid what are you doing?!)

He probably messes up and has to work up the courage to tell 3803 her feelings are not one sided and he’s been totally in love with her for a long time. But he’s a dumb boy about it and needs a lot of help. Meanwhile 3803 is oblivious and happy she was honest and still has 1146 as a great friend. Really 1146 is so kind and has it together. = D

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YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO WRITE SIDE STORIES FOR THIS PARTICULAR UNIVERSE! ALL OF THESE ARE JUST SO GOOD???

But yes, all of these headcanons really ring true in my head. I bet NC really finds himself at home with the RBCs because they’re all civilians like him and they also care about 3803. Even though he’s out of the running when it comes to romantic interests (which is great considering 5100 is still overprotective over 3803 and she’s still coming around 1146), he’s definitely one of the few friends 5100 really takes to almost immediately. Sure, there are some hang ups with their differences in views, but it’s really cute. 4201 is a bit more perceptive when it comes to 3803′s relationship with NC, but she doesn’t pry. She’s observant and is willing to step in if NC gets a bit... off whenever his past comes to rear its ugly head. Heheh, PO and DB definitely think of NC as a younger brother/son respectively. 

Oh my gosh??? I love the door scenario? It’s so cute!!! The way you describe it is definitely plausible and I can also see it as one of the major catalysts for 3803 to realize her budding feelings for 1146. It’s really adorable and is definitely an idea if I were to expand the universe beyond what I’ve done so far.

Thank you so much for the submissions and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

[bohemian-napsodyy]

being best friends with/dating Ahkmenrah (hc)

So I just realized I’ve had this blog for almost a year and i’ve never written a single thing for Ahk?? What is wrong with me???

I might have a fic in the works soon, but for now enjoy this little headcanon :)

jk it’s not little it’s actually one of the longest headcanons i’ve written i’m sorry

it’s so long i had to insert a Keep Reading link oh god

(in this house we love and appreciate one (1) pharaoh boi)

the two of you first met when you went to the museum after-hours to do some research for a paper

you were initially hoping to get to the museum sometime during the day but your schedule was so packed, you could only go there at night

luckily Larry was a really close family friend, so he pulled some strings and snuck you in

“I’ll let you in Y/N, just, uh, if anything approaches you... don’t scream okay?”

“Larry what the hell??”

you found out pretty quickly what he meant

you were in the midst of running away from a wooly mammoth when you crashed (quite literally) into none other than Ahkmenrah himself

you stood there stunned for two reasons:

one: you had almost knocked over the dead guy you were writing your paper on

two: said dead guy was very much alive

and very hot

like damn son

once you finally got over your initial shock, you and Ahk bonded right away

when he wasn’t helping you decipher tablets and artwork to contribute to your paper, the two of you would just spend hours wandering around the museum together, taking turns exchanging life stories

Ahk secretly loved retelling all his embarrassing childhood mishaps, because you always ended up giggling at the way he told them

and also seeing your smile was like... wow

it made him feel as though he had never died in the first place -- there was something about you that just swept him right off his feet

...and right into a pole, once.

you laughed so hard that night, it became contagious

and a little while later Larry rounded the corner to find the two of you doubled over, tears in your eyes, laughing so hard you completely forgot what was funny in the first place

even after you finished all your research for your paper, you still visited the museum every other night

you told Larry you were doing more research for your history class, this time with Teddy, but in reality you were just looking for a Sneaky Way to spend more time with Ahk

you’d bring your backpack with you, but instead of books you actually had all sorts of snacks and movies and pop culture-y things you thought he’d like

you and Ahk would spend hours together, either in the back corner of his exhibit or in the break room, eating snacks and watching movies together

he was especially a fan of Harry Potter

you were always secretly hoping that Ahk would make some sort of move

heck you’d be thrilled even if he just did that cheesy stretch-arm-around-the-shoulder thing

but it seemed the two of you were just constantly in The Friend Zone

until Larry decided the museum deserved another party

he put you and Ahk in charge of the music, with specific instructions to “make it groovy”

you weren’t even in the break room yet and you could already hear Earth Wind and Fire from down the hall

“wow, you’ve got a really good taste in music Ahk.”

“I know -- Egypt always had wonderful music. I haven’t heard this before, however. It’s... different, but I rather like it.”

what was he talking about??? Earth Wind and Fire were American?? Where did Egypt come into this????

and then you realized

Ahk, bless his heart, picked the music based on the album cover, which happened to be filled with Ankhs, pyramids, the Eye of Horus, and other symbols Ahk would’ve recognized

you couldn’t help but giggle as you took the album from him

“Ahk, you do realize they’re not Ancient Egyptian like you... right?”

your heart melts at the puzzled look on his face

he looks like a lost puppy dog

“i love you so much, you’re such a cutie.”

uh oh

uh oh

that wasn’t supposed to come out

oh no Ahk won’t stop looking at you shit look away look away look away nothing happened nothing happened just act natural oh no

and then suddenly he kisses you

it was short and small and he looked quite terrified afterward as he was trying to gauge your reaction

your brain went from ????? to ‘oh fuck it’ in 0.001 seconds 

because honestly?? you realized this propelled you out of the Friend Zone and thANK GOD FOR THAT

and before you knew it the two of you were making out on the break room couch

and shit can that boy ever kiss, damn

break room makeouts become a habit

the two of you would always find hidden corners in the museum as friends but now that you were a couple

as soon as you found a Hidden Spot you couldn’t keep your hands off each other

Ahk often has a habit of slipping back into Middle Egyptian without realizing it during these times

and you can’t understand a single word he’s saying but it’s so hot

and ok let’s be real here he’s the most protective and cuddly boyfriend ever

you’ll be walking through the museum together, and he’ll always have his arm wrapped gently around your waist or he’d hold your hand

hand squeezes as code for ‘i love you’

he always does it when the two of you are out in public, or when he shares a particularly lovely moment with you -- which is like, basically every moment with you

TAKING👏NAPS👏TOGETHER👏

AND SHARING A BLANKET

and whenever you show up at the museum after a stressful day, Ahk notices immediately without you having to even say one word

he’d just come rushing over to you and wrap his arms tightly around you and tuck your head protectively under his chin

and he never lets go until you let go -- your signal that you’re going to be okay

and even then he doesn’t fully let go, he’ll rest his forehead against yours for a moment just as a silent reminder that he’s always there for you

good golly you love this sweet goofy pharaoh boy so much

and not to mention literally everyone in the museum sees how much you mean to him and to be honest

if that isn’t #relationshipgoals right there I don’t know what is

[ohmyprodigalson]

Could you do a imagine or HC of Malcolm and the reader’s wedding day?

Ok,so a few things first.

This is similar to the dress I imagined, except the bodice would have a more modest neckline and it would have more embroidery, less beading.

And this is the song that gets referenced.

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On to the story!

Word Count: 2255

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Malcolm didn't want a wedding, but (Y/N) begged him for it. He just wanted to be able to call her his wife and not hold what he felt was a glorified party. But (Y/N) explained that it was a ceremony for her, where she could proclaim to the world how much she loved him. When she put it that way, he gave in and accepted it. So today he found himself in a hotel room with Gil and some of his male relatives getting dressed in matching suits. The only down-side to this wedding was that Jessica tried to control every last detail. (Y/N) was stubborn though and got her way on the things that were most important to her, and he was able to win the fight over what the men would wear. He refused to wear a tuxedo. Malcolm stood by the window, looking out and thinking about today as he tied his tie around his neck. It's strange, the mixture of nervousness and excitement. He couldn't wait to see (Y/N) and finally call her his wife. Gil joked with him from across the room. "You got cold feet, Bright?" Malcolm smiled and let out a small chuckle. "No, just thinking about today."

There was a knock at the door and one of the groomsmen answered. It was Jessica, making sure everything was running smoothly and on time. She looked around herself before scolding Malcolm. "Malcolm! You aren't ready yet? (Y/N) is already leaving." "Relax, mom." He walked over to where she was standing and placed his hands on her arms. "It's ok if today isn't perfect." "It most certainly is not." She had a look of frustration in her eyes. "Now finish getting dressed, all of you." She turned on her heels and left the room. Malcolm stood there with an amused smile as the groomsmen rushed to gather their things to leave. (Y/N) was struggling to get into the big SUV with her dress. Thankfully Jessica had agreed that getting a limo would be a little too much. And it wouldn't have solved this dress problem anyway. Ainsley was helping gather the material at the end of her dress as (Y/N) climbed into the back seat. She made it in and waited for the bride's maids to get in their cars before starting the journey to the ceremony. The wedding ceremony was going to be at one of the local parks. The aesthetic was natural and sweet. (Y/N) wanted to convey the innocence of true love. They found a part of the park that had a lot of trees that could surround the ceremony, and they hung intricate metal lanterns from the branches. There were white wooden chairs for the guests and white cloth laid on the ground as the aisle. The arbor at the end of the aisle was also painted white, but long strings of light pink flowers on vines were wrapped around it. There were accents of light pink to match the flowers, and there were some flowers attached to the chairs along the aisle. Guests were already starting to take their seats as the string quartet was warming up. The officiant stood beneath the arbor, reviewing his notes. (Y/N) and the bridal party arrived before Malcolm, so she waited in the car to hide from him. She was waiting on the other side of the park, where there was a luscious, green hill. They weren't going to take all of the pictures before the wedding, but they wanted a picture of the first time they saw each other. Jessica was there to coordinate it, and when Malcolm arrived she put them in position for the camera. On the count of 3, Malcolm would turn around and see her for the first time today. (Y/N)'s heart was beating out of her chest. She had been waiting for this moment since she picked out her dress. Would he like it? How would he react? Malcolm was excited to see her, and he started to get swept up in the joy of a wedding. When he finally turned around and saw her, he beamed at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she looked perfect today. Her hair was long and flowy with loose twists containing small crystals that met at the back of her head. Her hair matched her dress, which was a ballgown made of organza, so that even though it had the layers of a ball gown, it was smaller and more elongated. He didnt expect to get teary-eyed when he saw her, but he was looking at his future wife on their wedding day. Malcolm reached out to hug her and she met him. "Do you like it?" "I love it. You look so beautiful." Holding her in his arms, he kissed her. They didn't even notice the photographer taking pictures from a distance. They were then quickly ushered to the ceremony. Malcolm took his place at the end of the aisle and waited for the ceremony to start. The quartet started playing when (Y/N) arrived and began to walk down the aisle. He smiled at her and couldn't hide the love he held for her in his eyes. She smiled back at him and the world disappeared around them. He held her hands in his as the ceremony commenced. When it was time to say their vows, both had them memorized so they continued to hold hands. Malcolm spoke first. He didn't break eye contact for a second. "When we met, I was a broken man. I couldnt sleep or eat, and I was always on the verge of a breakdown. But you have healed my soul. I can breathe again, and it's all thanks to you. You are the guiding beacon of light in the darkest of storms, and I hope to be the same for you. I promise to always protect you and love you. I would give anything to make you happy and see your beautiful smile every day for the rest of our lives." (Y/N) fought away the tears at the end of Malcolm's vows as she began to say her own. "You are my sun, and you fill my life with warmth and light. Before you, I had nothing and now with you, I have everything. I want to fight away your fears and wipe away your tears, like you have done countless times for me. You are my heart, and I will always love you for the rest of my life." When the ceremony was finished, they sealed their vows with a kiss. Malcolm had never kissed her with so much meaning as he did now, trying to tell her through his kiss that he meant every word he said, and(Y/N) reciprocated. After the cocktail hour the reception began. It was being held at an old, large stone cottage that had been turned into a special events location. It was warm and full of yellow light, and the rich wood floors played nicely with the continued theme of nature. The same light pink flowers were used in the centerpieces and there were lights strung up above to look like stars. So far everything happened according to Jessica's itinerary and she was pleased with herself. She started to finally relax when it was time for the first dance. But Malcolm was dragging his feet. He actually liked the ceremony, but he didn't feel like having this big party. He felt it was unnecessary, but it made (Y/N) happy. (Y/N) and Malcolm stepped out onto the dance floor. They had succeeded in getting a DJ for the wedding, but Jessica still insisted that they dance a proper waltz for the first dance. Though it was a little too formal for their liking, they both enjoyed dancing, so they didn't mind. Malcolm held (Y/N)'s hand and wrapped the other around her back. He led her around the dance floor and (Y/N) started to giggle. Malcolm chuckled and smiled as he asked, "What are you laughing at?" "This dance is just so serious. And everyone's awkwardly sitting around, waiting for it to be over." Malcolm looked around and saw all of the emotionless faces before he fell on his mother's. She was actually smiling. "Well, at least my mom is happy." Before the night was finished, (Y/N) had a surprise for Malcolm. It frightened her to do this, but he loved her voice. And what better way could she tell him once more today how much she loved him? She nervously approached the DJ and picked up a microphone. "Everyone, I have something I would like to say. I have a small surprise for Malcolm." The music began to play. "I would like to sing a song for the love of my life." Even though her cheeks were flush with embarrassment she sang her heart out. She was singing 'Your Song' by Elton John, but the version used in Ellie Goulding's cover. She even joked when singing the verse "See I've forgotten / If they're green or they're blue." (Y/N) said, after singing the lines, "They're blue, by the way," and the room was filled with amused laughter. Every time she made eye contact with Malcolm during the song, he was smiling widely. He was so happy that she thought to sing a song just for him. The reception came to a close as everyone slowly left to go home. After all of the guests had left, Malcolm and (Y/N) drove back to his apartment, now home for the both of them, to get some sleep before leaving for their honeymoon in the morning. In the back seat of the car, Malcolm reached out to hold (Y/N)'s hand. He gave her a soft smile and said, "I love you, Mrs. Bright."

Malcolm grabbed the mail out of the mailbox on their way up to their apartment. (Y/N) was walking pretty slowly because her feet hurt from standing and dancing in heels while wearing such a heavy dress. So Malcolm was helping her up the stairs and didn't look at the mail just yet. When they got inside their apartment she went to start the long process of getting undressed. He threw his jacket over one of the barstools at the kitchen island and started untying his tie with one hand as he looked through the mail. The third envelope in his hands had a familiar scrawl. When he recognized it, his stomach dropped and he stopped undressing, leaving his tie loose but still in a knot. Malcolm saw the tiny cursive written on the envelope and knew it was from his father. He dropped the other envelopes onto the counter as his right hand trembled. He opened it immediately and pulled out the letter. Malcolm's brows furrowed as he read it. Dear Malcolm, My dear boy, I heard you were getting married. Congratulations! But honestly, would it have killed you to tell your dear old dad? It hurts, you know, to learn about your own son's wedding from someone else. I haven't even met the bride! What is she like? Surely you love her very much to marry her, but I have to ask: is she pitting you against me? Is that why you stopped visiting? I want you to be happy, of course, but do you really want to be with someone that would keep you from your father? It doesn't matter anyway, you will always come back to me. I know you will, because we are the same. Just don't make me wait too much longer, ok? Love, Dad Malcolm stood silent, gripping the paper tightly in his hands. He was shaking ever so slightly. How did he find out about the wedding? He had kept (Y/N) from him this whole time, and Martin found out now? (Y/N) came back into the room, still in her wedding dress. She had to hold it up high to keep from walking on it because she finally got to get out of her heels. (Y/N) wasn't looking at him as she spoke. "Malcolm? Can you help me out of this dress? I thought I could reach the zipper and I can't..." She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the look of anger and pain on his face. Somehow, she knew it was Dr. Whitly's fault. She could recognize the look he got in his eyes when his father was at the forefront of his mind. (Y/N) quietly walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. She waited for a moment before asking quietly, "Do you want to talk about it?" Malcolm's voice was barely more than a whisper. "No." He didn't want to worry her. He didn't want his father tarnishing the happiest part of his life. She hugged him tightly. "Don't let him ruin your wedding day, Malcolm. Whatever he said can wait, I'm sure. Let today be about us, not him." He thought for a moment. "You're right." He left her embrace and walked around the island to the stove. He turned on the gas and then held the letter above the burner, catching it on fire. Malcolm watched as his father's toxic words burned away before him. He let his anger and frustration burn with that letter. When it was finished and he turned the stove off, he turned around and let a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Now, let's get you out of that dress."