#(i’m projecting on lester again)

[sluttycinderella]

y’all do get that if dan and phil hard launch it will break the internet right? like people who haven’t thought about dnp since 2016 and literally everyone else with an online presence will know. suddenly there will be so many new eyes on our cute little community that we’ve managed to build from the ashes of the early phandom. it’ll be worldwide news that those guys from youtube who “weird girls” always shipped were actually together the whole time. it’ll be absolute chaos. it’s not that i don’t want them to hard launch if that’s genuinely what they want to do, i’m just afraid that it’ll send shockwaves through the entire internet that’ll shatter the nice little thing we’ve got going on here. i for one don’t want to be talking to an acquaintance in class next semester and hear them say “did you hear that dan and phil from youtube are together? that’s crazy! i never watched them ‘cause their fans were always so weird. i didn’t even know they were gay. i guess their fans bullied them out of the closet.” and then have to pretend to be normal.

[odysseus-crewmate-number38]

did @heresronnie21’s dtiys yipeee :D

[applesontheground]

so far away, come on home🕯️

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY FIVE - PUSSY SLAPPING

again, still playing catchup, but i'm going back to a couple classic crushes as we round this month of utter, unbridled thirst out. missed this backwoods babe (along with his brother if you're a sinclair fan in general like yours truly), and since i do so much of him being a sweetheart in my other works...let's mix it up, let's make him a little meaner this time around. for posterity!

...just a little, though. i tend to project my trauma onto this man in specific, so mind the warnings before proceeding. (i don't delve into anything terribly specific, obviously, but ykwim).

NSFW | Word Count: 2,375 | Lester Sinclair x Female Reader contains MILD DUBCON, ex-boyfriend lester/mentions of previous abuse & relationships, public sex, degradation, hatefucking, slapping, biting, middle name headcanon jumpscare, bo sinclair guest star appearance (audience boos) 🎼: x, x

You had figured a good place to find old friends, some solace while off the grid, would be a dive bar you frequented maybe ten, almost fifteen years before. You didn’t care if you saw people from high school. So long as it wasn’t familiar faces from your current circles.

Getting out of relationships was an ordeal, and you figured with your own values (besides the tendency to run when things got too heavy) that it should be that earth-shattering when you had loved hard enough, fully. Still, you were now wounded in ways you had to learn to live with all over again.

It wasn’t the first rodeo, at the very least.

In fact, it wouldn’t hurt to find some old roots sticking out of the ground. You had grown up in a small town nearby, now off the map and surrounded by forest – and while you weren’t eager to travel that way, you could do the bar that you liked to trek out to when you finally got your own car, looking old enough to not be asked twice if you went before you were twenty one. The bar had something to drown everything outside of who you were when you left Louisiana, and bring you back to a reflection that was more familiar. Someone not so bruised by abrasive voices, opinions that swept a personality to the wayside when you stood beside it, a decade of living.

Sitting down, you ordered a shot of whiskey, and a chaser when the older woman serving you gave you a look. “You’re right. I’m not that tough,” You joked, getting her to laugh, but as she turned, and your eyes took in the rest of the room – you recognized someone in the corner by the billiards table.

He had been looking at you since you walked in, uncertain if it was who he really thought he was seeing until you met eyes with him. [Y/e/c]s as harsh as the day he last peered into them, and as fearful now as he had hoped they would be upon meeting again. You tensed up, standing again as soon as you had tried to sit and realizing how fucking stupid this idea could be in the case of him.

Not that root, you concurred in mild horror as the small glass and can of soda was set down in front of you, and you fought a smile.

He looked away, taking hold of the keys hanging off his belt. You downed the shot, smiling with a pained face from the alcohol but playing it off. A perfect lie to hide from the real reason you were reeling physically. Hearing the pool balls break, you thanked the bartender and set a bill that was far too generous for just one spurt of liquor and murmured quickly, “Keep the change, thanks again.”

You slid through the back doors, a chain smoker holding it open for you which you thanked in a hurry, but as you went off the sidewalk and rushed back to your car, regret gripping you by the stomach hard and cursing this idea now that you saw you would just run into another fucking ex-boyfriend – he had you by the shoulder.

“I have a knife.” You warned immediately, flinching out of his hold as he turned you around. He was far angrier up close, and seethed, voice ten years older and still in a somewhat loose drawl, “I do, too, [Y/N].” He grabbed you by the shirt, and to your horror the truck he was driving nowadays was parked right next to yours.

You considered yelling, but noticed he wasn’t grabbing his keys anymore as he adjusted his belt again.

“So, what the hell brought you back?” He lamented, “I was doin’ just fine ‘til I saw your face again.” His nails dug into your hips, fumbling with your belt now and shivering from rage. “Remember me, dontcha?”

“Lester Lee Sinclair.” You breathed, “And I didn’t think you made it out this far from Ambrose, so sorry we had to see each other.” You pushed his hand off your hip, but it reattached at your throat now, and he murmured, “She’s sorry now, is she?”

“Knock it off.” You grabbed his wrist, and although he shook at the contact he squeezed harder, but you choked out, “I’m running from enough trashy dudes as is, don’t need you back in that mess.”

He refused to let go, taking hold of your crotch now and muttering, “No. No, we ain’t done here. Ain't been done for ten goddamn..."

He was distracted for a moment, but when you clenched your thighs around his hand, he pulled off again in a change of heart, face taut as he tried to keep looking disgusted by you. Still, when you tried to push him away a second time, he only drove a knee in place against your seam.

“I’d call you a tramp if I didn’t-“ He stopped again, slapping you below the belt and making you jump hard, fighting against him again but getting pinned against the truck by your shoulders, and he spit it out with another push against your body with his chest. “If I didn’t want you so bad still.”

Your eyes widened, and although your knee was out and now dug into his stomach, you didn’t push. He sighed, but when you moved your leg you muttered, “Well, lucky for both of us, I could use a good fuck after the shit I’ve been through since we last saw each other.”

He froze up, looking at you before looking down at your chest. Then, without another word, he put his lips on yours. It wasn't a loving one, one that asked how dare you mention that last time. It was the same grimy hints of tobacco and that nasty cinnamon whiskey he liked – something you had outgrown, but obviously not Lester. His hands stopped at your chest, feeling the size of your breasts, almost comparing them from the days of fooling around as teenagers.

He undid your belt, and your hands fumbled down to undo his. “Right here?” You then grumbled, a trail of spit still connecting your bottom lip to his. He muttered, “I ain’t taking you home, so it’s here or in the bushes." He smiled, nodding now, "Should fuck you in that nasty ass bathroom back at the bar."

“Still a gentleman,” You tsked, but nipped at his neck before finding his cock, grabbing hard and making whatever insult he had loaded melt into a furious, shivering moan in your ear. “Dirty lil' dog learned some new tricks.” He retorted, but he had fingers in your panties now, feeling your entrance in the rhythm he still had down, the one that always got to you fast.

“God damn, didn’t forget.” You gasped, but soon he was pulling your pants down a little further, your eyes fluttering to the bar just across the small parking lot before he slapped your cunt again, making you jerk in his hold and let out a yelp from behind clenched teeth.

“[Y/N]-“ He slapped again, watching your eyes roll. “[M/N]-“ He continued in a low grumble, seeing you fall forward but pushing your shoulder against his truck’s window again as his hand connected with your pussy. “[L/N].” He delivered a third slap, making you stand on your toes and finally cry out, unable to keep your mouth shut.

“Shhh, now if we get caught-“ He smiled at you, “That’s public indecency.”

You held the back of his neck, and sputtered, “Shut the fuck up, you’re the one doing this to me.” You bit him, leaning in to nip at his throat again between babbles into his skin, feeling him shudder all the while. “It’s fine, I can take a hit. Just do what you gotta.”

He threw the door to his truck open, pushing you back and making your back bend an uncomfortable amount. Another haul got your backside up on the passenger seat. He gave one wary glance out the other window to make sure no one was leaving the building just a few yards away from where he was parked, but then pushed your shirt up to see your bra, feel your soft stomach that trembled under his touch.

"Shit, don't shake." He crawled between your legs, one leg planted on the floor of the truck as he towered over, "I ain't gonna hurt ya too bad." You smiled, bracing and anticipating another hit.

Instead, his hands were on either side of your legs, feeling up to your knees and just staring down, mouth open.

He fumbled his cock free, prodding skin against skin now and making you sigh deeply. He poked around, hands coming over to hold the center console your head was trying to lay comfortably against.

"C-" He stopped himself, and you whispered back, "What, gonna call me another nasty name?"

"Can't..." He pushed into you with a shift of his hips, hands shaking as they white knuckled the space by your ear, "Can't hurt you too badly 'fore I start feelin' awful, [Y/N]." He pulled out slightly, but his expression shook as he pushed back in just as suddenly, beginning to rut. "Even if you deserve it."

Your eyes stared up, smile gone before your hands now rested on his stomach, and you just let him pound you, back searing in pain from the bend as his eyes screwed shut, soft names from both of your youths coming back to him. "Angel, baby... You're still the best pussy 've ever gotten."

His lean stomach muscles began twitching, shaking violently as he looked at you. You mouthed the words, It's okay. Then, swallowing again you whimpered, "Cum inside me, baby. It's okay."

He fell forwards, head inches from yours in another kiss, and it almost sounded like weeping as he moaned and licked into your mouth, hips fluid as he bottomed out over and over, rode the sensation through his release and enjoyed your shivering back, hands on his neck again as you met his kisses with the same ravenous pull.

The two of you disconnected quickly after a few long beats of tangling in each other, not making eye contact as you found his cigarettes under the passenger seat. A place he kept them when he started smoking at 14, you remember it clearly.

Standing outside between your car and truck, you smoked in silence with him. He looked up again, but you didn't meet his eyes, staring at the tire behind him, shy to address him now after so much vulgarity. Your pussy hurt, and it was going to hurt for a couple days, but you almost enjoyed that reminder that you still could get so much from a guy like him.

“How many?”

“What?”

“Said, how many?” He shook his head, “Won’t be mad, just wanna know.”

“Two,” You looked out into the street, watching a car pass with their brights flashing against your face, “And believe me, they don’t know anything about me anymore.” You turned, and mentioned, “I run in the other direction until I can’t after breakups. You know that. Don’t go crawling back to my exes…” You smirked, “Normally.”

He tilted his head at that, “Then, what about me?”

You stared at him, and when he looked over to see the twinge in your expression, you reminded him, “I…I hadn't thought I’d see you here. Even after all these years.” You smiled, but it was forced on your face, making your cheeks ache slightly, “Not a normal night for me, if you couldn’t tell.”

He pushed off the door, now coming over to face you and throwing his cigarette on the ground. “Nah?” He then goaded, standing toe to toe with you. You grinned at him, making him do it in turn as you parroted. “Nah.”

“What’d you mean by…?” He then asked, slacking against you in a way that pinned you to the side of his truck again, albeit more defeated than furious. Your jaw fell open, looking at the asphalt, but then swallowed it and replied, “Nothing I want to repeat, Lester.” You shook your head, “Just…know it’s best no one knows where I am. No men, no friends…” You looked to his chest, noting the different sunspots and freckles you were catching now between this night and the last time you had seen him. “Just Lester Lee.”

His eyes bore into you, but you looked back, and it was all you could offer before he leaned in. His arms pulled you off the metal of his truck bed, into him with hands on your back as he sighed into your shoulder. “God, [Y/N] …”

“Les!” You recognized the other voice calling from the sidewalk around the bar, ducking down to a crouch from an old instinct. You didn’t care for anyone else seeing you with your ex – especially his brothers. They were a pair you had been hiding from since you were kids, too.

“Lester!” Bo called again, and you watched the man let go of you. “What now?”

"Just wonderin' where you went, all pissed off and shit." He replied, and then asked, "Look, I'm gettin' tired. We gonna head back soon?"

"Sure. Meant to ask, we got room for one more?" He then asked, tugging your shirt and getting you to slowly stand. He added, giving your ass a squeeze from behind the truck, "Jus' for tonight, promise."

He looked you over, and when you cleared your throat and tried to think of what to say, he smiled slowly and said enough to know things were clicking in his head along with his hands settling on his hips.

“Well, look who decided to come home.”

[pjoxreader]

Can i request hcs with jason,leo, and percy (separately) where they get into the fight and the reader has a panic attack/gets really scared? Ik its kinda specific sorry

They Get In A Fight And Reader Has A Panic Attack

((I unfortunately got hit with the insomnia truck and did an all nighter , So I tried to piece together what little energy I had to get this together! I hope you still like it! 🥲))

TW: Panic Attack, Hyperventilation

Jason Grace

-He was stressed, trying to keep things running in both camps and get the altars set up for all minor gods in both camps wasn’t easy. -”Hey Jason could you-” before you could even finish getting the words out Jason snaps. “Can’t you ask someone else for once!” he yells in frustration but seeing you take a step back in surprise with a look of fear across your face makes him regret every word.

-He felt the guilt hit him like a ton of bricks. ((hehehe)) “Look I’m sorry I…” Before he could finish you start to hyperventilate dropping to the ground. Jason ran to your side in a second.

-”I’m not mad, I’m not. I promise, I’m sorry just… Follow my breathing, ok?” He says gently and takes some deep breaths, helping guide you out of the panic attack. “In… And out…” he says with each breath to make sure you were following along.

-He holds you the entire time gently rubbing your back until you calm down, but the guilt of causing you a panic attack would never leave him…

Leo Valdez

-Leo was a busy man, between his own projects, working on the argo ll, and being the counselor of the Hephaestus cabin he was always busy and always stressed.

-He had been interrupted three times already while he was trying to work on his own personal project, trying to take a break and focus on making something for himself for once. He was just about to start when the door opens *again*...

-”What!?” he snaps in frustration going wide eyed in surprise when he hears a shatter. He could feel his heart sink a bit as you looked at him with worry trying to pick up the shards of a broken plate. “I… I’m sorry.. I… I just wanted to bring you some food…” You choke out, voice quivering slightly.

-Leo quickly goes over, taking your hand to stop you from grabbing the shard. “Careful, don’t touch the shards.” he says anxiously before he lets out a quiet sigh as he felt the guilt eating away at him already. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.” his voice was just above a whisper as he could feel your hands were shaking. 

-You just hug him tightly, not being able to get any words out as he hugs you tightly in return. He rubs gentle soothing circles onto your back to try and help calm you but he felt his own lip quiver slightly as the guilt was still creeping inside of his mind even after apologizing. 

Percy Jackson

-Percy was trying to get some time alone in his cabin to calm down and take a breather. He was summoned for **ANOTHER** quest. He was getting sick and tired of quests and fighting some monster who had beef with the gods.

-A knock on the door snaps him from his attempt to calm down, making him grind his teeth in frustration. If Lester was standing outside his door again he was going to kill him himself. He storms over and slams open the door. Fully expecting some god here to make his life harder.

-To his surprise there you were jumping in shock since he had slammed the door open. The two of you stare at each other and Percy could see just how tense and nervous you were. He tries to speak but no words come out so you speak up first.

-”I… I just wanted… To check on you.” you admit softly with a sheepish laugh that turns into a little gasp as you start to hyperventilate. You had unfortunate memories with slamming doors so they often caused a panic attack.

-Panic hits Percy too as he quickly leads you inside, sitting you down on the bed. “I… I didn’t mean too… I thought you might be…” he takes a shaky breath and holds you close knowing there was nothing he could really say to excuse his actions right now.

-”I’m sorry.” he admits genuinely. He holds you close trying to help soothe you, resting his head over yours to help ensure you knew he was right there with you.

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[roachspeaks]

Seeing Vincent without his mask for the first time.

I just read a vincent oneshot and idk how to feel. I’m gonna try and accurately represent his character, convey how he would actually feel and not project too much but yea, enjoy! :)

Warnings: it’s mostly fluff, some spicy details,

This is not how he wanted this to go. He didn’t even know if he wanted this to happen in the first place. You had questioned him about his face a few times, questioned Bo and Lester about it too. But not once had you pressured him into feeling uncomfortable or sharing what he wasn’t sure off. Vincent is a very emotional person, but he was never given the opportunities to express those emotions in a healthy way. Hence his art.

He loves you, thats for sure. Bo remembers going downstairs into Vincent’s work space and seeing sketches of you splayed out all over Vincent’s desk. Your face, your body. Bo assumed that Vincent depicted what he imagined your body would look like but then again…you never know. He teased him relentlessly for it for weeks, but never brought it up to you. He was an asshole sometimes, but he still loved his twin.

But still, he could be an asshole. It was his fault Vincent was in this uncomfortable situation in the first place. It was always his fault. Bo had a thing for picking on his brothers, older or younger it didn’t matter much. His jokes were often cruel and degrading. Especially toward Vincent. He’d make comments on his appearance, call him names like freak, or monster. Usually though it was when a tourist got away, got in the way or otherwise. Lester and Vincent understood that. You understood that. This time though Bo had truly gone too far. Someone had escaped. They were fast, but Bo was faster. Gave him quite the fight though, Bo came home with a black eye and a bloody lip. Immediately going to the freezer for an ice pack. The man had escaped form Vincent’s watch, making sense on why Bo was so annoyed with him. Lester was the one that alerted you to the situation going on downstairs. You both, plus Jonesy came running down the stairs to the kitchen. Seeing Vincent talking to Bo in sign.

Where’s the tourist? I needed them for a piece

Vincent signed. He was clearly upset. But not as much as Bo. The next few moments were a flash. Bo started talking back, aggressive and loud. Standing from his spot at the table and getting into Vincent’s space. Calling him all those names that you hated. Freak dumbass reject. He backed Vincent into a corner, continuing to get into his face. Vincent didn’t fight Bo. Never in their entire lives did he fight him back. He was his brother, and he valued that dearly. Bo made a comment about “Why do you even where this stupid thing? Not like me, Lester or the bitch your in love with don’t know what a freak you are.” Then Bo made a huge mistake.

He flipped Vincent’s mask up and off his face. It was like slow motion in your head as it crashed to the ground. The porcelain breaking into hundreds of pieces against the tile floor. Jonesy started barking immediately. Not at the broken shards, not at the loud crash. At Vincent’s demeanour. His stance, and posture changed. He was being calm, dealing with Bo’s angry behaviour. Now he was angry. Furious. There would be smoke coming out of his ears if it was possible. Speaking of which, the tips of his ears were bright red. Not in anger but in embarrassment. Not only had Bo broken his mask. His only form of comfort and protection from the ridicule of others. He had exposed him completely. Shouting out Vincent’s feelings for you for whomever to listen(though it was only you and Lester Vincent didn’t care).

In a flash of movement Bo crashed into the wall, Vincent holding him up by the space where his shoulders and neck connected. He was grunting angrily. Slamming Bo into the drywall over and over. You knew Vincent was strong. But this was inhuman. You had to get him back down to earth. “Lester, can you drag Bo’s sorry ass outside when I need ya too?” You turned your head too see Lester nod. Understanding what your plan of action was. You approached Vincent slow. Raising your hand to his shoulder even slower. Not wanting to get an unwanted reaction out of him. When your hand came in contact with his shoulder he snapped toward you, grabbing your wrist harshly and slamming you back against the fridge on the opposite side than Bo.

Lester was quick to drop to his knees beside his brother, helping him stand. He gave you a look that said ‘you gonna be good?’ And you nodded, still in some pain from Vincent’s harsh movement. Lester just nodded back, and helped Bo out of the room. Finally, you looked back at Vincent. His hair hung In front of his face but you could evidently see one blue eye. Beautiful eye. That you had only gotten the privilege of seeing through his mask. When Vincent met your eyes he realized that it was you he was holding so tightly. Not the kind of tightly he imagined holding you. But he was hurting you.

That wasn’t what he wanted. Never in his life would he want to hurt you. Bo on the other hand- but now that wasn’t the issue. Stiffly he let go of your wrist and backed away in an effort to put space between you two. He was struggling to cool down. Struggling to make his mind a safe place again, especially since his face was exposed. He ran his hands though his hair aggressively. Scrunching them into fists and pulling as hard as he could as a way to try and ground himself.

You were quick to intercept him. “Vincent Honey….I know your uncomfortable right now. I know your panicking. But I need you here with me. I need you to look me in my eyes okay? It doesn’t matter that the masks not there. It’s the same as before. And you can always make a new one” your hands slide up his arms, forearms and wrists to his hands. That you slowly pulled down from his head. You pulled his hands up to your own face and let them rest on your cheeks. He stared at you for a moment. Before his hands started to wander. Tracing ever detail on your skin.

Your skin was warm. At least in comparison to his hands. He liked the feeling. Some parts soft, others rougher. “May I?” You knew it was a stretch, a long one. But you wanted to show Vincent that you felt the exact same way he did. He worshiped your skin with his hands, and his art. It was foolish to believe you hadn’t seen the numerous pieces that looked oddly similar to you when going down to his workspace. You were flattered, and had your suspicions yourself. But Bo announcing that Vincent loved you was a very clear confirmation.

You held your hands out in front of him. He longed for that warmth. For that feeling of comfort that he hadn’t felt in his lifetime. For the feeling that he had heard one to many tourists talk about. Like a comfort he had never known. He stared at your hands. Tiny compare to his own. He had imagined how this would play out. You seeing his face that is. He had never, in any of those scenarios imagined that you would want to touch his face. His scars.

Taking in every detail of your hands, he could only imagine the warmth they would bring. He found himself slowly nodding and leaning closer to your hands. Not fully touching though, he still wanted you to be okay with backing out of it was too weird for you. But you never did. Your hands came up to hold his face and he immediately looked into your eyes. Eyes that were already staring directly at him. “Your beautiful Vince, I love everything about you. How focussed you get on a project, the care you have for other people in your life, and now I get to love your face.” You stepped closer to him. Resting your forehead against his. There were tears streaming down his face soon after. Tears of joy and relief. You loved him. Someone who he viewed as perfect, and beautiful, loved him. He couldn’t say he understood it but it didn’t mean he was exhilarated. Anytime you two hung out alone after that his new mask was off, and his hair always found it’s way behind his ears. As he worked on his art and you did whatever you wanted to do to pass the time. He loved it. Most importantly he loved you.

Hope you enjoyed! It’s 3AM and I’m ready to pass tf out. Anyone wanna request my inbox is always open.

[devil-doll13]

Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

[tiny-sassy-aggressive]

I am living blogging my reaction to the second watch through of WDAPTEO 4 bc the first run through was so much

00:00- I screamed when I saw the notif. I was alone in the car. Just pulled up to my apt looked at my phone and screamed “ no way “ I still can’t believe we got it

00:01- hi, they are SO BEAUTIFUL I’m squealing. I cannot stop staring it’s embarassing

00:27 what’s going on here? “Nothing” my heart. The smiles

00:50 oh I am LOVING the feature wall. And fish tank reveal project??

01:00 how dare they throw THAT japhan photo up there like it’s just some example. Who the hell do they think they are- also I want that doomed hoodie :( he is snug as a bug in a rug

01:50 terror not even 2 minute in and crack

02:03 I’m sorry Dan asking Phil about TikTok stuff is precious

02:13(What is cba)

02:39 I CACKLED. Phil’s sarcastic ass omg

02:44 dans little pat

02:58 phivorce

03:05 I know the ft, they are friends of course. But seeing the messages really warms my heart. Like it’s so normal why am I emotional

03:52 of course Phil sends millions of memes

04:10 how in the fuck did Phil catch his phone what??? Ft dans face during the whole interaction.

Ad time —— 04:25. Im sorry Dan looks fucking amazing, his hair is so curled and pretty? And he looks so comfy cozy and soft??? My Dannie side is really coming out rn

04:59 handsome devil, damn straight. Love this man he’s too precious for this world

05:23 🍑

05:55 are the Brits okay??? Bone daddies?? I’m too American for this

06:30 perfectly encapsulated Dan and Phil energy

06:35 Dan saying dude scratches a weird itch in my brain

06:55 again! Totally normal to call a friend in a taxi. But this moment makes them so real in my mind like yes. Call that friend. In that taxi. Make it less awkward. Why did I like this moment so much

07:05 A PRETEND CONVO OF COURSE HE WOULD. He’s so real for that

07:34 “these are very dan and Phil”

07:42 I’m in pain. Koala content and ouch I can’t even put into words

08:44 three days without a text sounds exaggerated. Or lie. Like cmon. All those messages and convos and yall went 3 days without a word?? Sounds fake

08:58 asking what he should do for his nails!!? Again totally normal but UGH I love their friendship

09:01 also Phil coming in with a STELLAR idea, hope to see it happen

09:11 Phil’s a little shit OMG he hated the nails Dan got.

09:38: dans precious little selfies

09:44 also who tf is that that does not look like Dan

09:52 wtf do you mean that they had the same weird Swedish bakery???? 10 years apart???? WHAT THE HELL??????

10:35 fuckin nerds ft cute ft selfie

10:52 Dan in Phil’s glasses hi what the fuck? Precious. Phil loves to take photos of Dan sleeping.

11:02 jump. Scare.

11:28 PHIL CALLED HIS MOM. NURSE LESTER.

12:11 Dan stalking the ring doorbell is not something I expected?

12:20 glad to know Phil and I share that we can’t hear someone saw our name bc it’s too intimate

13:16 ordering a roast dinner is so cute idk why

13:35 jump. Scare.

14:26 I hate them :( i so long for what they have

15:04 they didn’t see death note the musical!! Haters!!!!

15:20 HOT

16:00 Phil papping Dan>>>>>>

16:20 I rewatched this part so many times. Thsi entire sequence. This whole. Dare i say SCENE. Disgustingly familiar. Disgustingly cute. I- karaoke game???? What??? It was for them

17:06 omatone :(

18:22 hot? Worrying? Hmm???

18:45 Phil is so dramatic I love him

19:01 genre to dinner? I don’t get them

19:10 DAAAAAN AHHHHH

19:20 SCRIPTS AH???????3@2/9/@/9@22929 more writer Dan

20:17 this is so familiar

20:50 this has “would you still love me if I was a worm” energy? Can’t explain

22:53 “we dan and phil-ed it” we have to steal that! Asap’

23:24 when Dan sits up he is soooo much taller than Phil but he constantly slumps down and looks up to Phil. It’s very cute to watch.

24:30 oh they are fully embracing the joint channel and slowly moving away from gaming and honestly. I’m alright with it. They look so happy

Guys this was too much. So I just started reading fanfic and these conversations were right out of what I’ve been reading which is very odd tbh? But we were fed. This was amazing content and I can’t wait to see what the writers do with this. Cheers

[ephemeral-antiquities]

Sitcom Sinclairs headcanons…

I’m coming down from an anxious day, so here is some content for Bo, Vincent and Lester in my little universe with an s/o with anxiety. Self projecting? Perhaps, we shall see.

Bo…

• His gut instinct is to laugh directly in your face at first, or tell you to “grow a pair”.

•But he’s in therapy now! The man is plus one green flag (because any man who goes to therapy has a green flag, in my mind).

•So now he stops himself before it comes out.

•He’s not great at the whole “soft, mushy, comforting” deal, but he’ll go easier on you if you’re having one of your days.

•If he finds you having an attack, thats an entirely different story. His therapist taught him some grounding techniques which he will gladly walk through with you.

•Once you’ve calmed down he’ll leave, only to return with ice cream or some home cooked Southern comfort food. Please be nice, he put his whole heart into those fried green tomatoes. That gumbo is made with his blood, sweat and tears.

•As you both eat, he’ll put one of your favorite movies on the working TV.

•One armed side hug the whole time. Tightens his grip if he feels you begin to shake or breathe a little heavier.

•Anxious s/o? Slap some affirmations on that human and give them food.

Vincent…

•Again, plus one green flag.

•While he might not always understand your specific cause of anxiety, he will try. He understands what anxiety is like.

•If you’re in the middle of an attack, he’ll ask (in his own special and unique way) if you’d like him to stay or to give you space.

•Also not the best at standard means of comfort.

•Will disappear before joining you, only to return with a cup of tea and a weighted blanket. Will request that you don’t ask how he obtained the blanket. Don’t worry about it. Also don’t worry about putting it on, he’s already wrapping it around you like a cocoon.

•Will listen as long as you need, will let you wait out the waves of nerves resting on his lap as he sketches or plays with your hair (only if you agree, but he knows firsthand how relaxing and comforting it can be to have your hair played with). Don’t look at his sketches, they’re definitely not you. Totally.

•If you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll try to find another way for you to get it out. He has suggestions, but if you have other ideas he’s all ears and ready to get whatever you need.

•Speaking of getting whatever you need.. Southern comfort food makes it’s not-so-surprising return! Made with love by the twins. He will watch you and make sure you eat until you are comfortably full.

•Overall, he’s comforting by just being there, in silent support. He might not speak much, but he will make sure you know that you are safe, that you are loved dearly, and that he is always there for you.

Lester…

•His s/o is having a rough day? Hold the phone, he’s on his way. Will undoubtedly enter and announce his presence with “have no fear, Lester is here!”

•To be frank, if you’re having anxiety he’s probably anxious for a split second just because you are.

•Will make sure you are as comfortable as humanly possible while he sets to getting your mind off of your anxiety.

•If you need to talk it out, he’s there in a minute. Don’t want to talk and just need comfort and a redirection of the mind? Bam, he’s there with it.

•I think Lester would have a small house, meaning a small kitchen, you can see and smell the food he’s cooking. Oh, whats this? Southern comfort food? Wow, what a surprise.. (he’s a good chef, but he’s still nervous you wont like it. Please reassure him).

•Will put on old cassettes to watch to help distract you.

•Bonus: Jonesy snuggles.

•He’ll tell you stories to help distract you and make you laugh, like funny anecdotes about his brothers (don’t tell them he told you).

•You don’t have to do anything for the rest of the day. Just kick back and relax, Lester has it all under control. He just wants you to feel comfortable and to rest so you can feel better, in whatever way that means for you.

[letssimptogether]

(G/N)Reader Cuddling w/ the Sinclair Brothers

a/n: i’m taking a bath and i’m feelin fluffy don’t @ me ansbsbsbsb i hope you all enjoy!❤️✨

warnings: none! this is pure fluff🫶🏻

Bo Sinclair

Bo came back to the house from the garage, and sat on the couch with a huff. He was working on fixing the spark plugs on an old Jeep one of the victims left behind, and it was causing him way more trouble than he expected.

He let his head fall into his hands, as Y/N walked into the living room.

“What’s wrong, babe?” They asked, worry evident in their tone.

“‘s these damn spark plugs,” Bo started, “I just can’t get them out of the spot in the damned engine bay.”

Y/N nodded, not really understanding much about cars, but understanding how complicated it can probably be. They placed a supportive hand on his back, rubbing in slow circles.

“I’ve been out there since 8, it’s what, 3 now?” He huffed again.

An idea struck Y/N, and they pulled Bo to lay down, his head facing up on their lap.

“Don’t worry about that for now,” Y/N spoke as they switched the TV on before reaching their hand to rub Bo’s scalp gently.

He closed his eyes softly, and let out an relieved sigh. Bo’s head sank in Y/n’s thighs as he relaxed his head into their touch.

After a few minutes, Bo fell asleep on Y/N’s lap, and they sat on the couch contentedly watching a marathon of old cartoons.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was in the basement, carefully sketching and sculpting his latest project. It’s been a few hours, and he hadn’t paid attention to eating or drinking anything; he wanted to get this piece done.

Y/N knocks, and follows the stairs down to where Vincent’s seated, a tray with two small sandwiches and matching cups of water, and placed the items down next to him.

“Have you eaten yet today, Vinny?” Y/N asked, slowly draping their arms over Vincent’s slouched shoulders, careful as to not damage the warm wax he was working with.

A small grunt escaped his lips as he leaned into their hug.

“I haven’t either,” They pursed their lips together, “would you want to eat lunch together?”

Vincent smiled slightly under his mask, and accepted the offer, listening to Y/N talk about the latest story in their life, and laughing along with Y/N as they both ate.

When they were both done, Vincent motioned Y/N to sit on his lap while he sculpted, leaving his head into the crook of their neck as if to leave small peppered kisses.

The both of them sat peacefully in each others presence, enjoying how warm each others body seemed against their own.

Lester Sinclair

(poor bby deserves more love😭❤️)

Lester laid a blanket down on the grass, motioning Y/N to sit. The deep blue turning to a black haze overtook the small town of Ambrose, as the moon illuminated the clear night sky.

As Y/N began to lay, Lester joined them, pulling another blanket overtop of them so they don’t get cold.

“Do you know any of the constellations?” Y/N asked.

Lester shook his head, and pulled Y/N closer to his chest, to which they happily rested their head on.

Pointing up, they hummed happily; “That one up ahead is Perseus. In my mythology class, I learned every 3 days, one of the stars would go out, and that would be the Graeae sisters fighting over the one shared eye.”

Lester smiled, and pointed a little to the right, while tightening his grip with his other arm, as if to give them a hug.

“That one’s Andromeda!” Y/N listed the myth behind her as well.

Y/N dozed off after a while, the soothing sound of Lester’s heartbeat playing a soft lullaby to them.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Artist!Dan (2) Masterlist

part one

Blank Canvas - rosegoldjh

Summary: Dan is an extremely talented but unrecognized tattoo artist, his body a black and white masterpiece. Phil, on the other hand, has everything against tattoos. When he’s dragged along to his sister’s addition to her collection of ink, he realizes that perhaps turning one’s body from a blank canvas into a work of art is something to find beautiful instead of repulsive.

Bliss - addictivephangirl

Summary: dan is your typical teenage artist. he draws on anything and everything thats blank. especially his arms. or the one where dan decides to draw on himself instead of cutting himself and phil is a tattoo artist to make dans drawings stay forever.

Charcoal - (ao3) starboydjh

Summary: Dan gets lost in the art store, Cute Employee With Glasses (ie Phil) comes to his rescue.

Cosmic Flowers (ao3) - cassidynoga

Summary: Dans owns a tattoo shop and moves his business into the building next to Phil's flower shop. Phil speaks flower. Louise speaks flower. Dan does not.

Excerpt: Dan felt his face get hot. “It was nice of him. I guess that’s what happens when you work next to a flower shop.” He shrugged. “And yes, he was cute, but generally my type,” he said, making air quotes around the word type, “has more tattoos and less flowers.”

Déjà Vu (ao3) - xawesometrio

Summary: Daniel Howell was born with the curse of immortality and the only way to break that curse is to meet his soulmate twice and fall in love twice. He has already met Philip once and now he must wait for the chance to find him again.

Fritillaria meleagris (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: Tattoo Artist Dan moves and opens up a tattoo parlour opposite Phil’s flower shop.

hearts made of coffee (ao3) - softnerds

Summary: While working in a coffee shop, Dan continues to be visited by an interesting stranger who refuses to tell Dan his real name, only pseudonyms related to his interests.

His Dan, he liked the sound of that (ao3) - pastelpunkdan

Summary: “Yes, I’ve been watching you draw pictures of us together in your notebook all semester, I am literally sitting right behind you.”

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Or where Dan has been drawing him and Phil together, and Phil finds it cute.

i skip classes and my heart skips beats (for you) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil lester is in student council, he's a straight a student and quite the overachiever. not only that but he is loved by basically everyone in the school and is attractive as all hell.

dan howell skips classes all the time and does the bare minimum to pass classes. he just draws and talks to basically no one and yet somehow, him and phil find themselves in a friendship which turns into something far bigger.

restless (ao3) - overwhelmedbysonder

Summary: Breathe. Just breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In.

It’s not that I don’t try. I see my family, my friends, visiting with their faked smiles and forced laughter, desperately trying to pretend that things are fine, that nothing’s changed. I see them and I want to reach out, I want to look at them and smile and reassure them that I’m here and I’m fine and I’m here, but I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.

Or, the one where Phil struggles with depression, PTSD and being mute, and Dan just wants to hug him.

scribbles on an ink-stained page (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: the second dan leaves, phil goes to look at the book he is constantly drawing in but never shows to anyone. the first page has dan's name on it. the second page, and the third, and the fourth and every one after that, are filled with drawings of phil.

The Art of Love (ao3) - ThatmakesmeNervous

Summary: Dan and Phil are in their beloved college days. They share not only a room and a great friendship, but also a love for the fine arts. However, when their professors assign them a project where they have to express their love for someone through their chosen major, how will they react? Will they keep their feelings for each other at bay and choose someone else for the project besides each other? Or will they finally pull their heads out of their asses and realize they are totally in love with each other so they can do their projects?

The Art Of Teaching (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan used to be into art when he was in high school but stopped once he grew up but started again and now has a website where he sells his art for money. Phil is a principal at a high school, and nobody is aware that he has a husband, someone he’s been with since he was a teenager. Something happens to the art teacher so Phil offers Dan the job, and Dan takes it. Phil finally introduces Dan to the rest of the school as his husband.

You're My Inspiration (ao3) - thatsthephan

Summary: Despite hating his job, Phil Lester couldn't be happier to be working at Takk on a fateful Thursday in January, when he finds one customer that stands out from all the rest. He doesn't get inspiration from things very often, and he doesn't know if this will be any different. But he sure hopes so, for the sake of his writing. Dan Howell hates studying Law at University. He hates that all he wants to do is paint, but can't seem to find anything beautiful enough to waste his time on. He hates pretty much everything except painting, and even that isn't going the way he wants it to. That is, until he meets one person that might change his outlook on things. As crazy as that sounds.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Tabula Rasa: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Brian gets up, but he can't stop staring at Nina. He is very pissed at her, and you know he remembers exactly who he is and what he did. If he ever were to go free, you know he'd kill again. You get up and approach Hotch who gathers his things. He pauses when he sees the notepad in front of Brian that he could have used to take notes.

There is a single tear stained into the paper.

Hotch looks up, and you know he sees it too.

"Hotch, he's starting to remember. The anger that I felt when he saw his mother is only present in someone who would remember. That tear stain only confirms this theory."

"Come on."

You and Hotch leave the courtroom to find Cece on the phone with a smile on her face. She believes she will win this case, and her expression shows that.

"Cece, I need to talk to you."

"Listen, I don't want to jinx this, but something tells me I'm going to be buying your team a round of drinks when this is over," she chuckles.

"I think he's getting his memory back. He was crying in there when his mother was on the stand. You don't have that kind of reaction unless you're connected."

"Maybe you're right, but the fact is it doesn't really matter anymore."

"Doesn't it? I mean, don't you want to know who you're putting away?"

She doesn't get the chance to answer because every radio on every officer in the vicinity goes off. Something happened, and you know Brian is in the center of it. You, Cece, and Hotch rush to the center of attention, and the officer who was in charge of transporting Brian is injured.

"What's going on?" Cece demands.

"Are you okay? What happened?" you ask her gently.

"He ambushed me and escaped. He has my gun."

You and Hotch rush out of the courthouse with Spencer right behind you. He saw you two running outside, and he knew he needed to be part of this. However, Brian is gone, and he might kill someone because of it.

There are officers outside tending to a woman who got injured because of Brian. He stole her keys and her car after he hurt her.

"Who is she?" you ask an officer on the scene.

"She's a law clerk. Matloff stuck a gun in her face and pulled her out of her car. It's a late model Nissan."

"Did you put out an APB?"

"Statewide. We'll block every road out of town."

"Don't forget service roads. He knows them all."

"You know this guy, right? Any idea where he might be headed?"

"It all depends on who he is," Spencer answers.

Lester, Brian's lawyer, steps out of the courthouse towards his car, and Hotch stops him from going to it.

"Did you know?"

"Know what?"

"You talked to Matloff every day. Did you know that his memory was coming back?"

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Lester scoffs.

"He can't help us. Matloff has a paranoid personality. Even if he was aware he wouldn't have told anyone," Spencer says.

"Get over to the jail and into his cell. Just look for any clue that might tell us where he's headed."

Spencer leaves without you, and Hotch takes out his phone to inform the rest of the team what's happening, though, you know they might have a clue if they're watching the news. Once done, he places them on speakerphone so you can hear them too.

"Assuming his memory is coming back, where's he headed?"

"Simple answer is his birth mother. His victims were brunettes. Typology suggests that he was projecting rage at her," Derek says.

"He can't. She's with us, protected."

"If he doesn't have a specific target, he'll either run or go on a spree."

"Did we do this? With the brain test? Reintroducing all those memories? Is it possible that it could have acted as a cognitive rehabilitation?" Emily asks.

"Emily, killing is in his nature. Whether he remembers or not, he's still a killer. That has nothing to do with us."

Spencer calls as soon as he finds something, and it's something concrete. Darci was found in a clearing in the woods next to a waterfall, and since Darci's father is the only one who showed up at court, and that Darci was Brian's last victim, you believe that he is going there.

Hotch doesn't want to go in this blind, so he takes every available agent and officer to the woods just in case Brian decides to shoot his way out of this one. This wooded area is thousands of acres, so Brian could be anywhere, and the wind isn't helping the energy stay in one place.

Spencer believes he is at the waterfall where Darci was found, so you check there first before anywhere else.

"I figured this guy would have headed straight out of town. Why'd he come back here?" an officer asks.

"He's looking for himself. He just got his memories back, and he's confused about who he is."

Everyone heads towards the waterfall, and in the tall grass off in the distance, you see Brian sitting on the ground with something in his arms... someone. You can see the back of her brunette head, but you can't see anything else.

"That's him. He's got a girl with him and she's not moving."

"Alright, let's move in," the officer eagerly says.

"No, wait. If we rush him, he might try to kill her and himself," Spencer says.

"She's dead," you say and look at Hotch. "She's been dead for a while. He's holding a skeleton. Still, he has a gun, and he could kill himself or one of us if he feels pressured."

"How do you want to do this?"

"I want to go in there myself. Y/N, you need to be a shooter. I want your guys high and wide, but I need you close. Can you do that?"

"With this tall grass? Easy," you shrug and take out your gun.

"You think he's gonna shoot his way out?" Spencer asks.

"I don't want to be the only gun in there if he does."

You leave the ground and maneuver throughout the trees until you're in front of Brian. You can clearly see the skeleton face of the dead woman who has been there for years. He must have put a wig on her because that's the only explanation as to why she has a full head of hair on her.

You get low to the ground and practically slither your way through the grass until you get a clear shot of Brian. He doesn't see you, but then again, he's not really paying attention to you.

"I got a shot," you mutter so that everyone who has an earpiece can hear you. "Let me know when."

"Brian. I want you to show me your hands. Hands, Brian!" Hotch yells when he doesn't listen.

"Stop! Stop there, please," Brian says emotionally.

"Who is she?"

"She was my first. The minute my feet hit the ground, I knew right where to find her. I killed them. I killed them all."

Brian does remember, but he doesn't want to be that person anymore. Still, he needs to pay for what he's done whether he likes it or not.

"You remember."

"I remember everything. Every moment. Every tiny detail, but it's still not real. It's like the memories belong to someone else."

"Well, maybe in a way they do. But you still have to pay for what's been done."

"If I'm gonna be put to death, I might as well die right here," he says without moving.

"Brian. The court may show you mercy, but you have to earn it. If you believe you're a different person, then prove it and do the right thing."

Brian doesn't want to be this person, so instead of shooting his way out as you're sure he's thought about, he tosses the stolen gun off to the side so he's unarmed. He's not going to be a threat, even as Hotch moves in on him, so you stand up and put your gun back in its holster.

Cece is more than happy about the outcome of the trial, and she is all smiles when she enters the police station. You're still in Virginia, but you're on the other side of it from where the BAU is located.

"It's over. Matloff is pleading out."

"Congratulations."

"I couldn't have done it without you. First round's on me."

"No, we're gonna take a rain check. We've got a long drive."

"Of course. Lock up when you leave."

Cece leaves, and that just leaves you, Hotch, and Spencer.

"Darci's father brought a gun to the courthouse today," Spencer spills.

You gave the gun to the lead detective on the case knowing he'd know what to do with it.

"You're kidding. You think he was serious about using it?"

"Yes," you answer. "He was looking for closure."

"Do you think he'll get some now?"

"No. I mean, people's emotional lives aren't linear like that. To say that a killer's conviction can just suddenly bring peace to a man, isn't possible, in my opinion."

"Well, I guess he has to try. I mean, when it comes right down to it, what choice does he have?"

"I'd like to get Darci's watch out of evidence. I think her father deserves to have it back."

"Okay."

After Spencer gets it from evidence, and you and Hotch finish packing up the office, Hotch drives by Darci's house where her father still lives. You watch as Spencer talks with Mr. Corbett, and gives him back her watch.

You just hope he's going to be alright.

"What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind." - William Wordsworth

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[yonpote]

consensual cannibalism

Dan and Phil have a chat about a reddit thread.

WARNING FOR DISCUSSION OF SLIGHT GORE AND CANNIBALISM BUT NOTHING ACTUALLY DEPICTED LOL

read on ao3:

read on here under the cut:

Dan was rocking lightly in an uncomfortable rickety wooden chair, editing a gaming video on his laptop, and Phil was lounging on the bed scrolling through Reddit on his phone. While they made the decision to book separate rooms while on tour, they still made sure to spend a little bit of time together before going off to bed on their own.

“Dan, have you seen this thread?”

Dan rolls his eyes. It’s probably something about a dog saving a pedestrian again. “What thread, Phil?”

Phil crawls upward on the bed, lying on his stomach, and holds up his phone to show a Reddit thread with a blurred out image reading, “I am a man who ate a portion of his own amputated leg, AMA.” Dan grimaces at the thought of it before even clicking to view the photo.

“Why the hell do you look at this stuff? Does it not make you lose your lunch?”

“It was just at the top of the homepage! It’s really interesting.”

“Do I even want to see the picture of the leg?”

“Uh.. probably not.”

Dan of course clicks on the view spoiler button anyway, he figures he’d been traumatized by worse on the internet. Dan immediately winces and groans in horror and sympathetic pain at the image of this online stranger’s gored leg, nearly falling off his chair.

“I said you wouldn’t want to see it!” Phil giggles uncontrollably, bringing both hands and his phone to cover his mouth.

“And people said my nightly Wikipedia dives were strange. You’re clearly twisted, Lester.” Dan turns back to his laptop.

“Hey I need to look at several dog videos to scrub that out of my memory.” Phil says this, but keeps reading the thread anyway. They remain silent for a moment. “Would you ever eat my limb, Dan?” He was a bit quieter when he asked.

“Fucking excuse me?”

“I just mean like- if I were ever in a car accident and had to be amputated, would you want to have a nibble on my leg?”

“A NIBBLE on your LEG?” As always, Dan was left stunned at the words that seemed to just spill out of Phil’s brain and mouth. He stares as Phil tries to stumble his way out of sounding too weird but doesn’t think he can get out of this one.

“Like- okay like, if something like that happened to me, I think I would want to honor that part of my body, otherwise it would just go in the bin wouldn’t it. And I think of all the people that could eat a part of my body, I guess I wouldn’t be particularly comfortable if it were my mum or my brother.” Phil goes silent again. Yup, absolutely no way to make that not sound weird. But it makes Dan think for a moment. Would he eat a part of his friend to honor a lost piece of him?

“How would we cook it?”

“Dan!”

“I’m serious! I’d like it to taste good, Hanniphil Lecter.” Dan can’t help but chuckle, which of course makes Phil laugh, as dark as the thought is. “Would you eat my leg, then?” Phil takes a moment to catch his breath and to think.

“I would.”

“I’d have to be a five star meal. I’m not letting just anyone eat a piece of this.”

“So it’s a deal?”

“Is what a deal, the Dan-and-Phil Consensual Cannibalism Pact?”

Phil sits up on the bed and extends his hand toward Dan, looking a bit stern. “God willing it never happens, but in the event one of us were to get in a horrific accident and need a limb amputated, we would both eat a part of said limb.”

“God willing, Phil, I can’t imagine a scenario in which I got in an accident where you weren’t right there next to me.” They both stare for a moment, and Dan finally grabs Phil’s hand and shakes on it. “It’s a deal, you weirdo.”

Phil smiles, and they both can’t help but burst into a fit of giggles again, still holding each other’s hands. Phil finally lets go and stands from Dan’s bed. “I should go to bed, we still have a show tomorrow. You still editing?”

Dan closes his laptop. “I can just upload it tomorrow. Try not to have any Hannibal-esque nightmares, will you?”

“I’ve already got plenty of dog videos queued up,” Phil waves his phone gently as he steps out the door. “Night, Dan,” he calls, closing the door behind him.

“Night,” Dan calls back, still chuckling to himself at the bizarre conversation they just had. He places his laptop onto the bedside table and crawls into bed, still a bit warm from Phil having sat there. He manages to drift off with no cannibal dreams that night.

[number-1-kuaidul-fanboy]

My Opinions on Every 5Ds Ship

Cuz I did this for VRAINS a while ago and today I thought “which other Yugioh shows do I have strong takes on the ships?” And so I settled on 5Ds because really, when do I not have a strong take on 5Ds? I’m excluding any ship with Leo and Luna by the way, they are too young to ship. If I miss any others, which is very possible, don’t hesitate to let me know. Finally, dub names. Because I enjoyed 5Ds primarily in dub so deal with it.

Alteregoshipping (Antinomy x Bruno)

I don’t understand shipping someone with themself, I think I made that clear in the VRAINS list. So again: “what? No.”

Androidshipping (Antinomy x Primo)

This is going to go for any other ships of this type but Primo is only one third of an interesting character and thus shipping him is odd to me. Plus the bulk of his appearances were in WRGP and the less I remember about that arc the better. This ship is another L.

AZshipping (Antinomy x Z-One)

Now this just sounds like Toolshipping but with extra steps. Well, I like Toolshipping, and I like robots, so I’d take this one if it were served to me. So it’s a yes.

Bigbirdshiping/Novashipping (Carly x Kalin)

I’ve encountered this ship before and I didn’t really get why it was a thing. I guess they were both Dark Signers and could share that survivors’ guilt/trauma. If Carly were to remember that is and I suppose it could be a decent “sunshine one lifts up the grumpy one” dynamic but… I already got that dynamic from Jack/Carly in the actual show. Why change perfection? *glares at post Dark Signers* Am I right? Okay ship I suppose, there’s potential, it just wouldn’t be my go to.

Bluebirdshipping (Crow x Bruno)

Gosh this ship name is so cute. I don’t remember any of their interactions but it’s a decent idea. Soft maybe on this one, I’d have to see it in action.

Blueroseshipping (Akiza x Bruno)

This wasn’t on the list but I’ve seen fanart of it and… yeah they didn’t interact much in canon (if at all in a substantial way) but I really enjoy the idea of this soft boy/tough girl dynamic. Maybe I’m projecting, but I like the idea of this ship. Not one I’d actively go for when I have options I prefer but it's a cute idea with cute fanart.

Boostershipping (Yusei x Rally)

Was I just weird for interpreting Rally as way younger than Yusei? Like a little brother figure? That’s how I always saw their relationship. So this ship is a no. They might actually be closer in age, anime ages are weird, but I can’t really get into this ship.

Brightshipping (Yusei x Akiza x Crow)

I’ll get to all these individual ships later but for now I’ll say, I like this as a vee because two of the pairs here are great and the other doesn’t appeal to me.

Careshipping (Jack x Mina)

I have several problems with this one. Mina worships the ground Jack walks on, which just isn’t a healthy way to feel about someone, and she’s… not his boss but it feels like she has too much power over him in the workplace, at least in the first two arcs and she seems older than him too so there’s just… too much of a power imbalance here, at least the way interpreted it. Plus I just… don’t really like Mina that much, sorry. So the ship is a no.

Chevaliershipping (Yusei x Sherry)

Meh. I don’t care. Not surprised this exists but I have no opinion on it whatsoever. It’s there.

Cupramenshipping (Lazar x Jack)

…these ship names are killing me. I can tell this is a crack ship and as a crack ship, it’s fantastic and hilarious. I want more of these idiots drooling over noodles together. This doesn’t work as a legit ship, Lazar is way too old for him, so logically, it’s a no. I just think it’s funny as shit.

Disdianshipping (Lester x Primo)

Th-they both make up- that’s Apori- I don’t- why-

No.

Faithshipping (Yusei x Akiza)

I mean… I’ve talked about this one quite a bit already. It’s one of only two protag/lead girl ships I like (the other being Fruitshipping). I love the way Yusei supports her throughout the show. I love their little moments together, especially the scene where he comforts her after she finds out the truth about the Arcadia movement and all their moments in the godsend of an episode where Akiza learns to turbo duel. All the guys are really supportive of her but Yusei took it a step further. I love love love the rollerskates scene. He’s teasing but still supportive and sweet the whole time, and his unwavering belief in her abilities was just so damn sweet. it’s just a sweet ship. A bit vanilla I suppose but vanilla can be great with the right toppings and these two are topped with a lot of sweetness that I enjoy.

Firebirdshipping (Akiza x Crow)

And I also enjoy this! I thought their canon friendship in the show was really sweet. They always seem to lift each other up when they’re given chances to interact, I especially always loved the bit where Crow was initially jealous of Akiza when she took his spot on the team but after spending some time training with her, he realises he’s not really mad at her and switches to supporting her instead. Their moments in WRGP and Ark Cradle also contributed to this friendship standing out to me and after writing that one-shot about them reconnecting post series, I grew to enjoy the relationship as a romantic one. But don’t ask me to choose between it and Faith. I don’t wanna get involved in that ship war, they’re both about even for me.

Flowershipping (Akiza x Mina)

I couldn’t determine that this was a real ship but my opinion on it is pretty short and underwhelming: no because Akiza is one of my favourite characters of all time and deserves better than Mina. I don't dislike Mina but I don't care for her either.

Isolationshipping (Akiza x Misty)

“I don’t know your brother!” “You’re a liar and a murderer!” Are the only things I can remember these two saying to each other so I can’t really see it working out. Soft nah, not my thing.

Justiceshipping (Jack x Kaz)

I cannot remember who Kaz is, I’m not gonna lie. Even looking at pictures of him did nothing to jog my memory. Pre-WRGP and especially WRGP are such a blur for me so I have no opinion on this ship.

Kingcrabshipping (Jack x Yusei)

Normally I enjoy the protag/rival ships but… these characters are more like brothers so this ship is a no.

Kingshipping/Petshipping (Jack x Goodwin)

Ew ew ew ew ew ew no no no no no bad gross don’t like it. Kill it with fire.

Kizunashipping (Crow x Jack x Yusei)

Again, I see these three as adopted brothers of sorts, like Loki and Thor. Sure they’re not blood related but their relationship is more familial. Any one of these characters with Kalin would be a better option.

Leadershipping (Jack x Kalin x Yusei)

Yeah, there ya go. Stick a white-haired psycho twink in the middle of the two brothers and I can get behind it as a vee.

Yeah for some reason I didn’t interpret Kalin as a brother to them, maybe because he never really had the mother/son connection with Martha that the other three do and we learned he existed at kind of an odd time.

Markedshiping (Crow x Yusei)

Aaaand back to two brothers. I do not ship the brothers, they are all Martha’s kids.

Omenshipping (Carly x Misty)

Honestly, before Jack swooped Carly off her feet and I got incredibly invested in that ship, I did have my eyes on Carly/Misty and on rewatches of Dark Signers… yeah, I wish they’d gotten to interact more, especially post Dark Signers. They clicked pretty well and the way Misty comforted her when she found out she was a Dark Signer was one of the few non Jack vs Carly scenes in the sub that actually stuck with me (the dub version of the scene was just kind of okay by comparison). It’s a decent ship, I like it.

Psychicshipping (Sayer x Akiza)

Ew gross oh god no get away from Akiza you freaking creep she is a minor what the fuck-

Punchshipping (Bruno x Jack)

Like Crow/Bruno, I’ve never really thought of this one though I feel like these two wouldn’t get along as well. Jack seemed pretty jealous/aggressive toward Bruno, at least when he first became a part of the crew. Could be an okay 'enemies to lovers' ship I guess but eh. Not my thing.

Ravenknightshipping (Crow x Sherry)

Okay so this one wasn’t on the masterlist I got but it is a ship I know exists so I wanted to talk about it. I’ll admit this ship did feel a bit… obligatory at first glance, like it only exists because “Yusei and Jack have girlfriends, Crow needs one too! So let’s ship him with this single girl!” But after seeing the Crow and Akiza vs Sherry duel, I did actually enjoy their interactions and can get behind this ship.

Regentshipping (Jack x Kalin)

Kalin with any of the Enforcers is a win. All these ships got the history and the bond and the chemistry and some damn good angst to back them up. And Jack can literally sweep Kalin off his feet. So I may not actively ship this one but if I see content of it, it gets a like from me.

Retributionshipping/Scoopshipping (Jack x Carly)

So according to the masterlist I’m using, “Retributionshipping” specifically refers to Dark Signer Carly while “Scoopshipping” is normal Carly and while I can understand these being separate in Duel Links or something, Dark Signer Carly in my mind isn’t really her own character, she’s Carly who’s been taken over by a dark force. Still Carly deep down just doesn’t always behave like herself. So these are the same ship to me and I don't feel like splitting them up. It’s also my favourite ship in 5Ds. I love them but to summarise, Jack and Carly’s relationship was the only plotpoint I cared about from beginning to end when I first watched 5Ds in sub (the dub added a lot more life to the show for me and I prefer it overall). I found their first meeting endearing and seeing them interact always put a smile on my face. Their relationship really changed both characters for the better and the payoff was legendary. Dub or sub, I always get teary eyed when I watch Jack’s attempted sacrifice and Carly dying in his arms. As much as Post Dark Signers retconning their relationship upset me, I will always look back fondly on Jack and Carly’s relationship in Dark Signers.

Reverseshipping (Crow x Kalin)

Again, Kalin with any of the Enforcers is a win and these two can bond over both having gone through prison and getting those markers. Also, Crow was always my favourite of the trio of brothers so this one is above Jack/Kalin in my mind for that reason alone. And yet… it’s still not my favourite Kalin ship.

Roseknightshipping (Sherry x Akiza)

I like the one little moment they share after Sherry’s duel with Yusei and Sherry being Akiza’s inspiration to start turbo duelling is definitely a great foundation. I would’ve liked more moments between them to back it up (before Ark Cradle) but it’s a fun ship.

Also, I’ve looked ahead and Akiza/Crow/Sherry doesn’t seem to be a ship (or at least not one with an official name) which is a shame because I actually really like the idea of them as a throupple, especially if it starts as Akiza and Crow inducting a shy confused Sherry into their relationship. Hehe, wink wink nudge nudge.

Ruinshipping (Akiza x Jack)

Honestly, all of Team 5Ds have such amazing chemistry that I can see any of the (OF AGE) characters being shipped. Out of the (OF AGE) ships in the group, this is probably the least appealing to me as they seem a little too similar but their memorable interactions in canon, Jack saving her from the crumbling building in Dark Signers (despite barely knowing her at the time), and Jack beating up the guys who tried to sabotage her Turbo duel against Trudge, are enough to make me believe these two are friends and with the right writing, could be more.

Sadistshipping (Mina x Goodwin)

Bleh, no. He’s too old for her. Granted, I did say I interpreted Mina as too old for Jack so like… in her twenties but… come on, a twenty year old dating someone with gray hair is weird, it’s just blatantly weird.

Satisfactionshipping (Crow x Kalin x Jack x Yusei)

Love the ship name, but I don’t like shipping the brothers with each other. If it’s just the three of them dating Kalin in a weird vee, then I can get behind it but as a… four person throupple (apparently it can be called a quad or a foursome) doesn’t work for me.

Squabbleshipping (Jack x Crow)

Nope, don’t ship the brothers and these two in particular are extremely dysfunctional.

Toolshipping (Yusei x Bruno)

If you kept up with my sporadic and polarised 5Ds liveblogs, you know I enjoy this ship. They clicked fast and Bruno sacrificing himself for Yusei, while not Jack/Carly levels of sadness, was still very moving and tragic. Ark Cradle really was such a breath of fresh air. And I like this ship.

Treasonshipping (Kalin x Yusei)

This one’s my favourite Kalin ship, no question. I love their duels in Dark Signers, I love how Yusei never stopped believing in him, I love the homie embrace in front of the rainbow, and my god did I have fun with Crashtown largely due to their gay as hell interactions and Kalin’s characterization. Just a great ship overall.

Trickstarshipping (Crow x Brave)

Not gonna lie, when I saw that ship name I expected some crossover ship involving Blue Angel. How did this ship get its name? I must know. I’m guessing Brave was the one who used the Loki card so the Trickstar association makes sense but where did the star part come from? Tell me please!

Anyways, I hated WRGP with a passion so Team Ragnarok, while mildly interesting due to their associations with Norse Mythology, never stuck out to me so I don’t remember any of these two’s interactions. Assuming they duelled but honestly for most of this arc my eyes were rolled to the back of my head just waiting for it to end so I can’t get into this ship.

Troolshipping (Bruno x Kalin x Yusei)

Okay so I couldn’t confirm this as a real ship but honestly, even if this ship name isn’t official, I love it. And I love this as a throupple. After all, why have Kalin and Bruno fight for Yusei’s hand in marriage when he has two hands?

Violetfrareshipping (Dragan x Jack)

Same as Trickstar. I can’t bring myself to care about WRGP or Team Ragnarok.

And that's all the official ships I found that have at least one post here on Tumblr. I think. 5Ds had a lot more ships than VRAINS did so it's possible I missed some apart from the ones I intentionally ignored. And yet throughout my digging, I did not find a ship name for Trudge and Mina. I’m a little iffy on that ship myself but they really do have good chemistry and some fun interactions. I’m genuinely shocked there isn’t a ship name for them but okay, I guess. Hope y'all liked my pointlessly long post.

[the-red-mafia]

The Invention

In a lab, an unknown doctor builds a new creation that is set to change the world. Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 2901

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The doctor stared intently at the table, their hands carefully connecting the final wires of their project with tweezers. Their shoulder-length blue hair was tied back in a ponytail, as per the lab safety protocol. Clear safety glasses sat above their real ones, which occasionally slid down their nose as they worked. The fake fluorescent lights blazed down from the ceiling. The doctor’s eyes had been hurting for the past few hours, but they were too deep to stop now. When the last wire was connected, the doctor smiled. After closing the hatch on the back of the head, they took a step back and slid the safety glasses to the top of their head. Their creation sat on the work table in front of them: a purple-colored automaton with an old-timey T.V. connected as a monitor of sorts. 

Today is the day, they thought, taking off the thick, heavy apron they had put on, Today is the day you finally work. They threw the apron toward their desk chair across the lab. Instead of landing nicely on top, the apron hit the arm of the chair. It fell to the ground with a thump, followed by a loud thump from the chair flying into the nearby wall. The doctor didn’t even flinch. Suddenly, the lab door behind them opened with a loud creak. 

“Hello? Who’s-” A voice said, pausing for a moment before sighing, “Valentine, what are you doing here?” The doctor turned around to look at the door. Standing in the doorway was their boss, Dr. Zoya Lester. Lester was a shorter woman, about 160 centimeters in height. Her dark black hair was tied back in a tight bun and her lab coat looked like it had been ironed recently. 

“Oh, hello Dr. Lester,” the doctor stumbled out, “Is it time for you to be here already?” Zoya stared at them for a moment before sighing again and walking toward them. 

“Elanor, you said you would go home last night.”

“Come on, Zoya, I’m so close-”

“You said that last night,” she stated, stopping next to her, “And the night before that. And the night before that.” 

“But I’m sure-” 

“How long has it been since you slept?” Elanor squinted their eyes. 

“Um- Since Monday?” 

“Elanor!” 

“I’m sure I’ve got it this time! I have today off anyway, so as soon as I get it I’ll go home and sleep.” Zoya blinked a few times at them before putting her head in her hands. 

“I knew letting biology test their new caffeine meds on you was going to end poorly.” Elanor snickered a little. 

“Well, we know they work damn well now.” Dr. Lester laughed and set her shoulder bag on the floor next to the lab table. 

“Yes, I suppose we do. That is a plus to you absolutely throwing away all regard for your health.” 

“Hey, it was for science.” 

“You are insufferable sometimes, have I told you that?” 

“I believe you screamed it at me after our team meeting last week.” 

“Ah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t sweat it.” Zoya looked at the table in front of them, narrowing her eyes at the robot. 

“So what did you change?” Elanor fixed their glasses before speaking.

“Mainly programming changes. I think the problem was that the coding wasn’t clear enough on how to run the active standby protocol.”

“Didn’t Urla warn you about that?” Elanor scoffed. 

“Please, I don’t trust anything Urla says without scientific backing.”

“I think his backing is that he’s a doctor.”

“Doctor smoctor. I figured it out in the end.”

“Of course, of course. Shall we turn it on, then?” Elanor smiled and looked back at their boss before turning back to the robot. 

“GS-001,” they said loudly, “Power on.” The two doctors watched the robot intently as the T.V. slowly lit up. A loading circle appeared on the dark screen.

“Did you really program in a spinning wheel of death?”

“Yes, now shush.” A few moments of anxious silence passed until the wheel disappeared. On the screen appeared a neutral emoticon. The robot slowly sat up and swung its legs so they were hanging over the table edge. The doctors took a step back as the robot looked between them. 

“Hello,” the robot’s speakers emitted. Elanor’s face had a huge smile on their face as they rubbed their hands together. 

“Good morning, GS-001,” they said, “Could you please stand?” It obliged, towering over the two doctors.

“Jeez Valentine, why’d you make it so tall?” Lester mumbled, looking up at the screen. 

“It’s only 173 centimeters.”

“...I’m American, Valentine.” Elanor turned around and rolled their eyes at her. 

“You’d think, as a doctor, you would learn how to use the metric system.”

“I did!” Zoya exclaimed, “Just…in 7th grade.” 

“It’s not really that complicated.”

“Maybe for you.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause I didn’t grow up in America,” Elanor shot back. 

“For your clarification, ma’am,” The robotic voice of GS-001 chimed in from behind them, “173 centimeters is about 5 feet 8 inches in the imperial system.” Elanor and Zoya turned back to it, Elanor’s smile returning. 

“Thank you, GS-001,” they said.

“You gave it access to the internet?” Zoya whispered. 

“No ma’am, I have software on my internal hard drive that is equipped with basic universal information.” 

“Including imperial to metric conversions?” she asked, looking at Elanor. 

“Yes ma’am.” Elanor put a hand on Zoya's shoulder. 

“GS-001, this is Dr. Zoya Lester. She’s my supervisor.” Zoya let out a small, strained chuckle.

“It feels weird to be introduced to an A.I..”

“How else is it supposed to learn, Lester?” 

“Good morning, Dr. Lester,” GS-001 replied, bringing its arm up to wave at her. However, its hand didn’t move. The robot looked down at its hand for a few seconds. 

“Dr. Valentine, it appears my left hand is not functioning accordingly.” Elanor frowned and took a step forward. 

“Hand it to me, please.” GS-001 held its arm out to Dr. Valentine, who held the hand up to their face. They let out a laugh and put the hand down.

“I didn’t tighten the bolt all the way down,” they said, stepping back, “Here, let me grab a wrench.” Zoya facepalmed as Elanor walked to their desk. 

“How did you forget to tighten down the bolts?” she teased, crossing her arms. Elanor shifted some papers on their desk. 

“I’m a bit scatterbrained right now if you couldn’t tell.”

“Didn’t you build the body a month ago?” Elanor turned around and stuck their tongue out at her. 

“Real mature, Elanor.”

“Maybe I am a bit scatterbrained all the time,” they muttered, turning back to the desk, “Where did I put that wrench?” 

“Make sure you check your drawers. That’s where your calculator was last time.” Elanor groaned. 

“Don’t remind me of the calculator incident.” 

“I will forever remind you of the calculator incident.” 

“Of course.” Elanor picked up their laptop, which sat closed on the desk, and shifted some of the papers underneath it. 

“So is GS-001 the full name?” Dr. Lester asked, leaving the robot standing by the table and joining Elanor at their desk. Dr. Valentine shook their head, placing the laptop back on the desk. 

“No, it’s just the serial number. The full name is Magnetosphere Mishap Assistance Droid GS-001, M.M.A.D. or Mad for short. I haven’t programmed it to answer to that yet, though.”

“That’s right, you’re planning on taking it with you for your space explorations with Jeff.” Elanor nodded, standing up and frowning at the desk. 

“I can’t find that damn wrench,” they said, turning around, “GS-001, I’ll have to fix it after a few- where did it go?” Zoya turned around, but GS-001 had disappeared from in front of the table. The two doctors looked at each other before looking towards the door, which was still wide open from when Zoya walked in. 

“Shit-” Elanor muttered, running to the door. They looked up and down the hallway but saw no sign of the droid. Zoya quickly threw open her bag and pulled out a walkie-talkie. 

“Security office, come in,” she said, “This is Dr. Zoya Lester from the Experimental Rescue Design department.”

“Read you, Dr. Lester,” a young voice said through the device, “How can I help you this fine morning?” Zoya laughed slightly. 

“Wish it was a fine morning. We’ve got a rogue A.I. droid who’s escaped Dr. Valentine’s lab. Can you initiate a silent lockdown, please?” 

“Right-o, Lester,” the person said, the sounds of keyboard typing coming through, “Alright, activated. Do you need retrieval assistance?” Zoya looked over at Elanor, who had popped back into the room. The other doctor was nodding profusely. 

“Uh- Yes, yes we do.” 

“Gotcha, what protocol?” Dr. Lester looked at the walkie-talking before searching for Elanor again. Unfortunately, her coworker had gone back into the hallway. 

“Ummm, forgive me but I don’t remember the protocol names.” The person laughed. 

“You’re fine, Dr. Lester. It’s 5am and most people don’t remember them, ever. Just describe what you need?” 

“Right- we don’t want to destroy it, just retrieve it and return it back to Dr. Valentine’s lab. As little damage as possible.” 

“Gotcha gotcha, so a Bubbles Protocol?” Zoya gave the walkie-talkie a confused look. 

“Is that really what that’s called?”

“Yes ma’am.” She let out a groan.

“Then yes, we need a Bubbles Retrieval Protocol.” 

“Alright, what’s the rogue’s description?” Zoya walked to the door, looking out into the hallway. Elanor had begun walking to the left, calling out for GS-001. 

“It’s a purple, human-shaped robot. It has a T.V. where a human head would be sitting and answers to ‘GS-001’.” The person typed a bit more and a whoosh sound came through the device. 

“I just sent a brief to our security officers on site. There’s not many of them, but hopefully, they’ll be able to help in some way.” 

“Hopefully,” Dr. Lester mumbled, “Thank you, sir.” 

“No problem, Dr. Lester. Just let us know when we’re clear to lift the lockdown. It is almost the start of the workday, you know.” 

“That’s why I’m here-” she said under her breath, “Right, of course. Good day.” 

“Good day, Dr. Lester.”

Dr. Valentine threw open the cafeteria doors, peeking their head through. The room was empty, aside from the two lines of metal picnic tables that went down the area. They sighed and shut the doors again. 

“Where could it have gone?” they muttered, continuing to walk down the hall, “It’s been 10 minutes, they could be anywhere in the whole facility by now!” Elanor let out a few curses as they walked. Suddenly, a loud crashing noise echoed through the area, causing them to stop dead in their tracks. They remained quiet for a few seconds before another crash occurred. They turned around and ran down the hall once again. 

That sounded like it came from the engineering lab, they thought as they ran, Who else would be here at this hour? The doctor stopped in front of the lab’s double doors, catching their breath before throwing them open. The room inside was best described as absolute chaos. Papers and ripped notebooks were scattered across the tiled floor and the tables. Tools were scattered haphazardly around the laboratory, turning the floor into a dangerous maze of saws and screwdrivers. On the left side of the room, the two large storage cupboards had fallen to the ground. Their contents piled at their bases, resulting in mountains of scissors, wires, and other equipment. The bulletin board had been knocked off the wall as well, no doubt from the falling cupboards. And there, sitting in between the two piles of supplies, stood a certain rogue A.I.

“GS-001!” Elanor shouted, carefully stepping into the room, “There you are!” The robot turned around, the same neutral emoticon on its face. 

“Oh, hello Dr. Valentine.” 

“Why did you run off?” they demanded, looking around, “What did you do?” GS-001 raised its right hand, which now held a shiny silver wrench in between its fingers. 

“I was looking for a wrench that was the proper size to tighten the bolt, which I did,” the droid handed the wrench to its creator before continuing, “I also attempted to tighten it myself, but I faced some…technical difficulties.” It gestured around the room. 

“I see…” Dr. Valentine mumbled, looking at the wrench in their hand before looking up at the robot, “What I want to know is how you managed to knock over the cupboards.” GS-001 looked towards the fallen storage and the piles. 

“That is a part of the technical difficulties.” Elanor laughed. 

“Right, how silly of me.”

“Indeed.” 

“Well, it seems there are a lot of physical quirks that need to be fixed,” they said, sliding the wrench into one of their lab coat pockets, “But I’m more focused on programming right now. Come on, GS-001, let’s go back to my lab to finish the tests.” 

“Of course, Dr. Valentine.”

“And don’t go running off again! We don’t need to worry poor security a second time.” 

By the time Dr. Lester had returned to Dr. Valentine’s lab, they had almost completed all the tests. 

“There you are, GS-001,” the doctor exclaimed when she walked in, “Where on Earth did you find it?” 

“The big engineering lab by the lunch room,” Elanor replied, not turning around, “Don’t forget to shut the door this time.” Zoya let out a strained laugh as she latched the door behind her. 

“Why did it run off?”

“It went to go find me a wrench,” Elanor explained as Zoya moved to stand next to them, “And made a hell of a mess while it was at it.” 

“I apologize for the inconvenience, Dr. Valentine,” GS-001 said from its seat on the metal table, “And I apologize to you as well, Dr. Lester.” Zoya looked at it before crossing her arms and sighing again. 

“I’m just glad you didn’t break something too important, GS-001.” 

“Same here,” Elanor said, stepping away from the automaton, “Imagine if it had gotten into the biology lab.” Zoya shivered. 

“That would’ve been a disaster.” 

“Except I wouldn’t have been harmed at all, Dr. Lester. I am not human; genetic manipulation weapons being developed by the AET’s Human Biological Defense and Offense division would not have affected me.” Zoya stared at the robot. 

“Elanor, how does it know about that?” Elanor frowned. 

“Not sure. GS-001, where did you get that information?” 

“The AET Confidential Database.” 

“What?” Zoya exclaimed, “Valentine, why did you-” 

“I didn’t,” Elanor mumbled, “GS-001, how did you get into that database? I don’t even have access to it.” 

“I simply latched onto the database computer in the engineering lab and used it as an entry point into the files.” The two doctors stared blankly at the robot for several moments. 

“...Was I not supposed to do that, Dr. Valentine?” Elanor put their head in their hands and sighed. 

“Not necessarily. Lester, will you report this incident to database management?” 

“I believe I’m required to, actually.” 

“Perfect,” Elanor said, looking up at GS-001 again, “There’s a lot of problems, to be expected with an initial model.”

“But you did it,” Zoya interjected, “Dr. Valentine, you managed to make one of the first learning A.I.-powered automatons in history.” They smiled softly, turning to look at their boss. 

“You’re right, Zoya. I’ve done something amazing.” She laughed and put a hand on Elanor’s shoulder. 

“You truly have, Elanor. Now, it's time for you to go home and go to bed.” Dr. Valentine groaned. 

“Come onnnnnnn.”

“You promised.” 

“But I don’t wannaaaaaaaaa-” 

“You are acting like a child, Dr. Valentine.” 

“I don’t careeeeeeeeeeee, I don’t wanna sleepppppppp.” 

“Dr. Lester is correct, Dr. Valentine,” GS-001 interrupted, gaining the two’s attention once more, “You are exhibiting symptoms of extreme sleep deprivation. Soon, it will begin to affect your processing abilities and leave you incapacitated at work until you finally fall asleep. It is best for you to return home and continue work another day.” Elanor chuckled, shaking their head at their creation. 

“Oh no, another person nagging at me to take care of myself,” they joked, “Fine fine, you two win. I’ll head home. GS-001, power off.” The robot’s screen went black as it slowly laid back down on the lab table. The two doctors watched it for several seconds after it powered off. 

“Welp, I guess it’s time for me to dip,” Elanor said, walking to their desk. The doctor grabbed a black backpack that had been thrown under the desk at the beginning of the week. They shoved their laptop and a few other papers from their desk into it as Dr. Lester watched. 

“It’s ironic, you know,” Zoya began, placing her walkie-talkie back in her bag. 

“What’s ironic?” Elanor asked. 

“This. You finally succeeded in getting GS-001 functional, today of all days.” Elanor gave her a confused look.

“What’s so special about today?” Zoya laughed and slung her bag on her shoulder once more.

“It’s Valentine’s day, Elanor.” Their eyes went wide, causing their boss to laugh again. 

“It is?” 

“Yes, Valentine. I hope you didn’t have plans.” Elanor laughed and threw their backpack on their shoulder. 

“Me? Have Valentine’s Day plans? Have you gone mad, Lester?” 

“No, but your robot has.” 

“Har har, very funny. I’ll see you on Monday?”

“See you Monday, Elanor.”

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I tagged 20,004 of my posts in 2022

#thank queue for treating us with your presence - 18,894 posts

#stray kids - 3,578 posts

#bts - 2,443 posts

#seventeen - 2,255 posts

#dan howell - 1,465 posts

#look at this beautiful boy - 1,411 posts

#why is this so funny - 1,386 posts

#bang chan - 1,136 posts

#phil lester - 1,059 posts

#tumblr text post - 1,021 posts

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#demisexual flag wasn’t there but i added the ace flag and then i also added the bi pin to represent romantic attraction

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This is not fair, they are not supposed to hold this kind of power over me. I am so damn whipped, this is so funny, I’m laughing so hard literally at every bit. I’ve missed them and their banter so much.

416 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#4

See the full post

447 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#3

Dan!And!Phil!GAMES! And yes, please, Phil is right (as always). It doesn’t have to be such a thing and a Sims video once a year would absolutely be lovely.

530 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

Some of the closing remarks of 7: Why Am I Here: “I still love it”, “I would be stupid not to use the platform in which my history is built on”, “I am going to create some fucking content and I am going to create it how I want”, “I’ll just upload because I love it”

I cannot even begin to describe how those bits healed my soul after listening to him for over an hour explain how the platform that he grew up on, treasures and fought for, made several special projects shatter and waste literally years of his life. Dan is clearly still recovering, I fully do believe him calling it traumatic, but he has come back to us after he has begun healing. He has reflected and he’s come back to the platform despite it all. For the reasons he mentioned above. 

For him. And for the people who want to come and see him be his authentic self.

No, the notification of an upload to Daniel Howell did not feel like a ghost from the past coming to haunt me at all. I was surprised, but pleasantly so. Dan has been away and withdrawn yet but I always felt he was allowed that. I missed him for sure, but he puts a lot of weight in his word. When he promised a return to YouTube in 2022, I believed him. And while it took him five months, he is here. And this is the start of a new era. 

We’re all a little older now, a little more worn, but there is still nothing more delightful to me than people creating what they want to create and sharing it with the world. Whatever the format, it’s something special to pour your heart, your voice, your ideas, your work into something like this. And Dan’s voice is a familiar one, his ideas are funny, he works hard and thoughtfully and the glimpses he shares of his heart is wonderful.

I am very excited for him to be back. Good on him for taking charge and doing it on his own terms. Of fighting and growing and trying - and inspiring us to do the same. Picking yourself up off the floor is a big task. 

I sincerely hope you’re doing alright too, Dan. It’s good to see your face again.

1,059 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“I was severely lonely. And no, Phil doesn’t count. We’re so familiar he might as well have been a piece of furniture.”

Guess that’s another one for the list of arch-enemies, partners in crime, actual soulmates, etc. 

6,248 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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Hello! I've been greatly enjoying twofold light, and speculating on future events with friends. I just wanted to ask a couple questions as someone who both enjoys the work, and has had an interest in writing a story inspired by it and it's writing style. Firstly, I wanted to ask how long do you typically spend on a chapter, do some come easier than others, or do you find yourself with writers block often? Secondly, I wanted to ask if you tend to have plot points already planned in advance for where you want the story do go, or do you tend to just let the story go wherever it feels most natural. Finally, I wanted to ask for your thoughts on more modern fire emblem games, particularly three houses since, primarily my idea for a fanfiction would be essentially a Jugdral Fodlan crossover fanfiction. Though I don't know if I'll actually write anything on the topic, especially since in my opinion Fodlan is... deceptively small in its world building, I thought I'd ask for your thoughts on how it stacks up to Jugdral. Thank you for your time, I can't wait to read the next chapter whenever it releases. Reading posts on your twitter about Lewyn and Forsetti or writing new characters for the first time has me very excited.

Hello! I’m very flattered to hear that and so sorry it’s taken me so long to answer you

It’s hard to say exactly how long it takes to write a chapter. None of the chapters have been easier or harder to write than others and I haven’t really run into writer’s block before but how particular I can be about wording and the flow of sentences does slow me down at times. On good days, I can write over a thousand words. Other days, I’ll only finish one paragraph. And after all of that, editing what I wrote adds on probably about another month. It helps a lot that I have the plot of the remainder of the fic planned out so I know where everything is leading and what the main moments of every POV section will be. But getting each character to the point I’d like them to be in a way that feels natural and in character is what makes reaching those points take so long, especially now that there are so many characters. The amount of characters now also often leads to me coming up with ideas for smaller character arcs and moments as I’m writing, like Lester’s thoughts on Verdane or Hicks checking in with Eyvel. This is getting a bit into your second question, to which I’d say I have bullet points for the overarching plot that are set in stone but there is space between them to give side plots and character arcs room to grow, like flowers popping up through cracks in the pavement.

A Jugdral Fodlan crossover sounds really interesting! I’ve kind of seen Fodlan as Jugdral-lite, skirting close to a lot of the similar ideas and concepts but the world building also felt a bit lacking to me. Part of that issue may have been that Three Houses put more focus on exploring the characters and how much of Three Houses’s story takes place in the Academy, drastically cutting down the time available to see and experience the world. Fodlan sounds like an interesting place but I walked away from the game feeling as if I hadn’t seen enough to say whether it was genuinely is or not.

Thank you for your message and once again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond! It’s going to be a little while before the next chapter comes out as I’m currently finishing another project, hopefully by the end of the week, but I hope when it does, it won’t let you down!