#3 is fricken dead

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[bunny-1111]

Mission impossible - Theodore Nott

Description - Theodore attempts to ask you on a date until you finally give in

Fluff, slight angst, not too much

Word count: 1k

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Theo, Attempt 1.

You were on your way to potions when you heard a familiar voice call your name behind you, when you look back you see none other than the infamous Theodore Nott, running towards you

"Hey! Wait, wait" he whined, finally catching up

"Good morning" you smiled out of politeness

"We have potions together, let's walk together too" he smirked

With a roll of your eyes, he chuckled

"Can I carry your books?" he asked

"No." you replied capable of doing it yourself

"Can I take you out?" He asked,

"No." you replied again

"and why not?" he would say playfully, bumping into you

"Because, Theodore, I don't want to?" you said, eyes wide

"don't be like that" he almost frowned.

By the time you got to class, you found Slughorn explaining a love potion, when you got to your station Theodore passed you,

"Maybe I'll just slip you a love potion, and you'll have no choice but to go out with me" he teased

"tough luck, Nott" you started prepping your brew

Pansy overhear and asked you "What's that about?"

"Ignore it" you demaned

"Oh come on, you should go!" she smiled brightly

"Maybe you should go Pans" you said rolling your eyes.

You focused on your work, you didn't need theodore and his stupid charm distracting you.

Theo, Attempt 2.

At the great hall for dinner, you hear Pansy scream out "Hey, watch it!" as Theodore shoved his way in next to you, replacing Pansy's seat with his own "This seat taken?" he smiled

"Clearly" you pointed to a now squashed Pansy

"You know we'd have plenty of room at the Three Broomsticks tomorrow 6 O'clock?" he continued

"I have to study tomorrow" you said picking at your food

"We can study there, I'll help you, I'm really smart you know" he says hitting your fork with his own

"Not smart enough apparently, not happening" You smile at him

he dramatically threw his hand onto his chest

"My heart!?" he pretended to cry "It's breaking" he said looking into your eyes, his face now more serious

"Go see Madam Pomfrey" you jest back

Theo, Attempt 3.

You were so stressed, pacing through the castle, looking for your lost wand.

Up and down levels, in and out of classrooms, every fricken common room and nothing it was gone.

"Looking for something?" Theodore asked his hand behind his back

"Yes, not now" you said, walking on

"Your wand?" he pried following your path

"yes, how did you know?" you ask, still walking

"Because I stole it" he laughed, practically bouncing next to you

"What?" you stopped dead in your tracks.

"yeah, it was sitting next to you. You can get it back after our date," he laughed, extending his arm out, your wand in his hand

"Theo!" you yelled, tears threatened to spill

He was taken back by your outburst

"I just failed a fucking defence against the dark arts task because of you; I had no wand; I couldn't participate!" You say, tears pouring

"I'm sorry I didn-" He began

"No, you've done enough, leave me alone. For good" you say snatching up your wand and storming off.

After cooling down, you wondered if you had been too harsh. He didn't mean to, and the look on his face—you didn't know why—hurt you to see him so upset.

He was wrong. He did the wrong thing, you reminded yourself.

Pansy found you walking to your dorm, "hey" she greeted

"Hey" you quietly return

"I can't believe Theo" she huffed, placing her books down

"what now," you asked, looking up. "what you don't know?" she smiled "he stormed into Snapes' classroom demanding he let you retake the test" She almost laughed.

you were shocked, "Merlin, he really likes you, y-know, he looked real down when he came in too-" "I have to go" You interpreted

Attempt 1, you.

Walking up to the boy's dormitories was foreign to you; carefully knocking on the door, you found Draco, Enzo and Blaise sitting around "Um, have you seen Theo" you ask

"Black lake, darling" Draco laughed as you close the door after you.

You made your way there, and found him siting under a tree, you anxiously approached

"Hey," you said, sitting down next to him, he just looked up, saying nothing in return. Silence settled.

"I'm sorry" he finally said

"No" you quickly added

"I'm sorry, I've been so rude, but I'm just shy Theo, I've never done this before", you painfully admitted, pushing aside your pride

"Alright you dont have to torture me now, you don't want this I get it" he said looking straight ahead, you didn't wait, it was now or never.

Grabbing his face you collided your lips with his

Trying to pull back you felt his lips turn into a smile, grabbing your face in return

"i-" you start

"I'm madly in love with you, and I haven't hidden it, please before I become as mad as moody, say yes to getting some butterbeer with me?" he smiled

"alright" you laughed as he pulled you into his arms

"I heard about what you said to Snape!" you giggled

"Oh? Did you now?" Theo beamed

"You're crazy, Theo" You scrunched your face, observing his

"I'd do it all again" he shrugged

"I am really sorry about your wand" he continued

"it's alright, I'm planning my revenge" you nodded

"Oh no" Theo said shaking his head

"Oh yes" you smiled, nodding

"Ohhh Noooo" he said reaching to tickle you

in between laughs you manage "Theo! Dear Merlin".

Success 1.

Over two butterbeers, the two you sat hands intertwined, hearts not far behind.

The rest.

The rest is history.

[yaboihaisel]

Artober day 3, I pulled fricken gray again but also pink so. No pink sheep don't go into the pale garden! Oh no he can't hear me he's a sheep! (Art rambles below cut yeet)

Listen I can't stop thinking about the pale garden lol. I also can't believe I pulled gray again, I think this marker is almost dead tho so... imma take him out of the running. He did us a great (gray-t hehe) service he can retire lol.

Also if you're wondering why I'm not just taking the colors I used out to begin with it's because I don't have enough markers... so yeah XD

[isekai-crow]

Mashle 2 Episode 2

Other Episodes-> ep1 ep3 ep4 ep5

This episode was a riot. It was so much fun.

SO many random HP easter eggs and we get some new fun characters!!

Specifically, Margarette Macaron!!

I love them. Non-binary, music magic, and a love of tartar sauce (and a motorcycle in the ending credits!). (It me? maybe.) Despite seeming like an overused Okama-trope, I have hope based on the spoilers I went searching for. I'm so hype for more of them in the next episode.

VA Squee: They're voiced by Koyasu, Takehito!!! The voice of Dio Brando! Touji Fushiguro! Faust VIII from Shaman King! and Clayman from TenSura!!! A very masculine voice that can also take on feminine tones and a perfect fit for Margarette. Manga Spoiler: I wonder if they'll have another va...

Ep 2 Spoilers Under the Cut! Warning IT'S SO LONG THERE'S SO MUCH.

We open in the middle of the decision to execute Mash or not, and Dumbledore, Harry, and Draco having a stand off lmao

We learn that Whalberg/Dumbledore is a famous wizard because he fought with Innocent Zero in his youth.

Does this mean the shadowed Innocent Zero who was called father by Cell War is the equivalent of Grindelwald, and Evil Jesus(Cell War (or cell wall if you wanna be a pun) is Voldemort? (Also is it father or Father lololol)

ALSO, ARE ALL THESE NAMES FROM A RNG OR PUNS CAUSE I CAN'T TELL YET lmao

We get a little speech from Wahlberg reminiscent of one of Dumbledore's speeches, but more importantly, WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF RAYNE ALSO BOWING???

Also his protecting the headmaster is a cute touch

I get that he is one of the Divine Visionaries, but is he more important than the others? He's still a student, wait, HOW DO STUDENTS HAVE THIS MUCH POWER IN THE GOVERNMENT?? NO WONDER ITS FUCKED UP??? Did I miss something??? (His reasoning for not wanting Mash dead also being the flashback to Rayne thanking him for taking care of his little brother?)

And of course Mashle can't be executed, so they set they give him a task to delay his sentencing...

The original goal Mash had in the first place, so ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAS CHANGED.

Them backing the fuck up as Mash punches the floor is fricken hilarious. The best parts though...

1) Innocent Pero / Innocent Gyro - Thats a great subtitle translation choice, because they can't do a straight translation. Mash calls them Innocent Pero, with pero being the onomatopoeia for LICKING something in Japanese (WHATS THAT IMPLYING :EYES:), so Innocent Gyro is a good choice XD

and 2) the scene cuts to the bad guy's lair... which also seems to be shaking...

(I went and installed a gif maker for this >.>)

DON'T TELL ME. IS THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS UNDER THE BUREAU OF MAGIC????? (This is my theory and I'm sticking to it. Season 1 semi-stuck with random Philosopher's Stone plot points and the secret rooms, so it can be a semi-safe bet that season 2 might follow Chamber of Secrets?)

We then jump to an outing at the near by town to celebrate Mash Avoiding Death.

↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ The normal one ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓

Finn is the only actual normal one, WITH STYLE AT THAT, and I love him for it. (However he might also be the target of a Brother Complex and end up on the receiving end if Rayne can get over himself>o>)

The fucking Koalas...

What The Fuck Lmfao. That's all I have to say (but also this is a common gag for Japanese comedians and high school boys so... Still WTF. (This had my Beetle killing himself with laughter))

3 Wizards and a Macho walk into a wand shop and...

And the Macho is the one to get a wand. I'm so fascinated by this. How much damage is this thing going to do when Mash finally yeets it at someone???

The entire second half episode is so cute. Mash is so happy to have friends... I'm so happy for him....

But Also. Poor Finn. Look at these Freaks (affectionate).

YOU'RE ONE TO TALK. But Also Poor Finn.

The last bit. Our introduction to Margarette Macaron.

The fucking... shrimp.

Literally

It took Too Much Time for my ace-ass to realize they're THRUSTING the shrimp into the tartar sauce.

I love them? I love tartar sauce too. It's delicious.

They are so over the top. I love everything about them.

I've added too many photos to this post and tumblr is yelling at me.

So I will leave off with my hype for Rayne vs Margarette in the next episode!!!

↑↑↑↑Imagine me making this same face in anticipation↑↑↑↑

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: These are each inspired by texts from the Unsent Project- so this is gonna be heartbreaking 😅 . Enjoy XD

(Also- the ratings at the end of the blurbs is how upsetting it is at least in my opinion, for your convenience XD 😅 0 is happy, 5 is sad, 10 is dark. Remember these are my opinions so take them with a grain of salt and proceed cautiously if you think anything will trigger you ^^ I'm just trying this out)

Bo Sinclair x ChildhoodSweetheart!Reader- whatever happen to us, remember that i always loved you and always will. Your parting words to your childhood sweetheart before you leave town. || 6-7 1/2 out of 10

Captain Hook x Reader- i don’t hate you. i’m sorry it ended how it did. An affirming moment between two people who used to love each other. || 4-5 out of 10

Cruella De Vil x Model!Reader- you did a damn good job of hurting me, but not good enough i’m healing. You call her up and say some things that satisfying your fricken soul. || 8-9 out of 10 (its angry)

Hades x Reader- even when I get over you and all that you’ve done for me, i’ll never forget the happiness. This one��s about an ex-lover of the lord of the dead who, if you asked, would never say a bad thing about him. And how he responds. || 2-3 out of 10

Inkubus x Reader- if you had said something earlier it would have been you. He finally admits he really wants you which is all you’ve wanted for the last 5 years but its awful because its too late and you cant do this with him now. || 6-7 out of 10

Laughing Jack x Reader- i hope you can forgive me one day. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye when u left. i love you. These are the words L.J wishes he could send you, but that part of him that can admit those things out loud died a long time ago. || 5-6 out of 10

Wheezy Weasel x Reader- the universe keeps putting us in the same place at the same time and you still refuse to come to me. Wheezy is sick and tired of letting you leave every time you two find your ways back to eachother so he lays it all out on the table for you. || 5!!! out of 10

Warnings: Heartbreak and angst throughout. But also mentions of Mr and Mrs Sinclair (Neglect and abusive parenting), break ups, past break ups, caring about eachother but not getting back together, kind of psychotic reader in Cruella’s, being in mutual love but not being together, death of reader, gratuitous swearing, inner struggles, L.J struggling with his emotional trauma, break ups, immoveable objects, etc. Also unedited.

Bo Sinclair: whatever happen to us, remember that i always loved you and always will

Bo always had a deficiency in love- his parents never truly loved him and in a house like that you learn to protect yourself. You have to learn to protect yourself so your heart doesn’t break daily. You could tell this was in him, or it wasn’t in him, from the moment you met Bo when the two of you were 5. He just had that… air. And little five-year-old you, in overalls and mud, felt for him.

Since then, you did everything you could to make him feel loved, because honestly? From the second moment you met him he was. Sure, at first it was just puppy love; A little kid looking at another little kid and thinking he would look perfect next to a picket fence walking a cute dog, or in a church holding your hand. Despite that it was more then enough fodder to build a lifelong relationship from, developing rapidly over the years from being sandbox buddies to sneaking out of your window at night after a fight with your parents just to spend the night in his truck with him. To making out behind school for the first time and ending up with a kissing rash you hid by staying home for days. To him inviting you to prom. At 16 the two of you were the steadiest couple in town. And you were right when you were a kid- he would look good in a church holding your hand, now.

… Your heart still pangs like hell in your chest when you even just remember that that is never going to happen, though.

Because you cant stay and he cant leave.

He’s never going to walk that dog (Skippy you’d named it in your head over the years, after the peanut butter Bo liked) by that damn picket fence you would’ve taken such good care of. You would never get married, though it felt something like torture inside knowing that you two would not share a future at all.

Bo always had a deficiency in love- it came from his parents and you tried like hell to put him back together but looking at him now, your bags in the backseat and the drivers side of your car open, waiting for you… and him standing there all sweet and charismatic, like he’s not bothered by this when he raged last night in the darkness of your back yard… you can see it never really got fixed. Nothing you can do could ever repair what they broke. And it destroys you inside.

Sniffing, you carefully lay your hands on his shoulders just to feel him a last time, maybe commit him to memory. The darkness over his eyes from the baseball cap on his head hides the dark look inside him that you saw last night. You give him a serious look, nudging your forehead against the rim of his hat. You take a deep breath in, for saying goodbye with-

-He immediately shakes his head, leaning back from you. “Don’t say it.”

“Bo- “

“Naww, don’t say it.” Theres a good-humoured smirk on his face but the tone in his voice is not joking. He’s not joking. “Y’can still stay. C’mon, I’ll help you unpack- “

“Bo,” You start again, insisting and closing the space between you two again. Persistently, you catch his eye before speaking again, waiting until he’s still and he’s paying attention.

… Then you take another deep breath and lean your forehead softly against the rim of his hat, this time. “Whatever happens to us- I need you to know-… I always loved you, and always will.”

Then you squeeze your eyes shut, squeeze your fingers into his shoulders one last time, and then break away into the car.

Captain Hook: i don’t hate you. i’m sorry it ended how it did

Of all the things to see outside your window at night, this had to be one of the most surprising. Sure, its true that he used to visit you at your window every night, you would leave the window open for him, but its been years since then and now the window is closed and latched. And yet, he’s here.

Even so, you move forward a moment after you see him and unlock the window for him once again- then step back and wrap your dressing gown tightly around your body; eyes wide as they flicker up and down his body. “Is everything okay??- “

“Everything is fine, my dear.” A terrible pang rings throughout your chest at him calling you that, a twisted echo of the reaction you used to have to his pet name for you. A lot can change in 3 years, you suppose… but that doesn’t mean you like it. “I just… I wished to… ask you something.”

This experience is almost surreal, for you. Dreamy. Having Hook turn up at your window again after all this time has been a dream - no, nightmare, - for you since you said goodbye; You imagined all the things he might say, the way he might beg for you back and the way he might come back just to have a last word with you… you were never sure which was worse. Whether you hate them or still care about them, its always awful when your ex comes back. Its always painful.

You’re not quite sure which one this is. Looking warily at him, you arms crossed over your chest, you feel the cold air coming in from around him on your face and shake your head “… Why don’t you come inside?”

“… thank you, but no.”

“Why not??”

“I don’t think I’ll be staying for long, to be frank. Can I ask my question now, dear?”

“I… “Taking a deep breath in to strengthen yourself, you nod. “I suppose. Go ahead… “

Something in his face shifts then, something vulnerable appears. “Well I.. I- I’ve been thinking lately, about our time together. I had a dream, and… “ His eyes flicker away from yours for a moment, and you know he had dream like yours. You sympathise, but sympathy is a dangerous game and you can’t fall back into old feelings for him- it would be too much, having to start again from the beginning getting over him. So you fold your arms tighter and lift your chin, holding it in when he looks at you again. “And I couldn’t get it out of my head. Smee, that… blundering fool… suggested I come here and ask you myself, so- I- I just have to know, my dear… do you harbour any ill-feelings towards me, still? I know that we ended things and it was unpleasant but I would really regret it if… if you hated me, for anything I said at that time.”

At this you cant help it, your expression immediately softens and your arms loosen against your chest almost entirely. You feel bad for him. And you would never want him to ever think that.

You??? Hating him?????

You couldn’t.

“No… no no no- I- I could never- “ God, you’re a blubbering idiot. Taking a deep breath to calm down and possibly manage a complete sentence, you start again. “… I don’t hate you. I’m sorry for how it ended.”

The two of you just look at eachother, then. Searching eachothers faces for any of the malice that you remember from those last weeks- it wasn’t that you suddenly disliked each other though, it just… some things… sometimes two people aren’t meant to be for that long.

And thankfully, its not there.

A warm smile crinkles the corners of Hooks eyes, and he nods. “As am I.”

Cruella De Vil: you did a damn good job of hurting me, but not good enough i’m healing

“Arghhhh!” The frustrated scream is muffled by the pillow you have pressed against your face but its still loud, and you don’t feel better afterwards when you pull your warm face away from the pillow and force a deep breath. When that doesn’t work either you stand up, throw the pillow on the floor and stomp down on it.

Its childish, you know. But you are pissed.

Not only did she just stop answering your calls, stop looking at you at work, stop asking for your presence - like it was some switch!, - , but now she’s fired you!??

This. Bitch.

“How the fuck could she do this??” You hiss, storming to one side of your little studio apartment- then whipping around storming to the other side. “I am the face of that stupid fucking company!” With that, you snatch up a cushion from the couch this time on your way across the room. Its one she gave you, made of precious fur so she wouldn’t have to totally slum it in your apartment the rare times that she visited. You stop and stare at it for a few moments, fury bubbling and rising inside you at the sight of the stiff, uncomfortable black-and-white thing before you finally whip around again and go to your desk. There you grab a pair of scissors and stab them into the ugly thing.

That feels good. So you rip the scissors out again and cut a sizeable chunk out of one of the corners.

It cuts surprisingly easily and you sit down for a few minutes at your desk just cutting away at it until all you have now is a pile of feathers and fur. When its finished, you’re a little calmer and pick up your polaroid camera from the very edge of your desk. Snap!

“Hmmm,” You smirk, shaking out the polaroid until it shows the picture. “Cruella will appreciate this nailed to her office door I think… god I sound like a psycho… “For a moment, you consider chopping up the photograph, instead- but instead just shrug. “Honestly oh-fucking-well.“

Cruella made you this way. She can reap the rewards.

“… fucking hell… ��As you sit by the ex-cushion and its innards, you feel an almost sadness looking at it. You remember how she bought in the first place, yes to jazz up your home a little bit so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable in the low-rent district,… but also so she could be there when you were sick that one time. That was shockingly warm, of her. You thought after that, that she actually cared about you.

Then your face goes sour again, anger licking at your heart like flames. Because despite that, she did this to you. Somewhere between then, and now, she decided that you weren’t in fact worth it. She changed her mind. Like you were an option on the fucking menu.

Slamming the scissors down on the desk and dropping the polaroid, you stalk across the room back to your bed. You throw pillows off of it until you find your cell phone, that she gave you, and punch in the numbers that would get you her.

 When the ringing stops and the line clears, and you can hear her breath in to say something, you immediately speak first. As far as you are concerned- she has nothing to say. “How dare you- I am a supermodel you heinous, ice cold, disgusting old freak. Your company is going to crumble without me to wear your rags and you’ll- ughh! You’ll- “ What? She’ll regret this? She’ll miss you? She’ll want you back? You know in your heart that none of that will happen. And it kills you. “Agh! I’ll- I’ll find something better. I’ll be much happier working for- being with, someone else. I promise.” Are you promising her, or yourself??? Either way this screeching has calmed you down some, and now you’re just standing there with one hand on your hip, breathing carefully. “… you know what? You hurt me real bad, Cruella, you did a fantastic job. But not good enough- I’m gonna heal.” As soon as you say it you know its true, and a semblance of sanity returns to your mind.

Then you hang up and, for good measure, you throw the cell phone at a wall with all your might- smashing it into pieces.

Hades: even when I get over you and all that you’ve done for me, i’ll never forget the happiness

“Even when I get over this and you and everything we had- I’ll never forget how happy you made me.” Those would be your last words to him. Those were perfect, you thought. He needed to know that despite this not working between you both anymore, that he would still never be a villain in your life. A lot of people make those assumptions about him and just because you were finished, you would never revert to being on of them. He made you happy for a long time when you thought you wouldn’t be that again and that will never be erased by anything. Not to you.

So, giving one final teary smile, you then turned around and walked away.

Its many many years later when you see eachother again. You’re much, much older now and your heart stopped beating. He meets you at the gate, not something he does with just everyone, and he smirks at you just like he used to.

Its nice, that he still looks at you the same now as he did back then. It makes you feel warm inside, despite being dead.

“So… welcome back.” Are the first words he says to you in so long, and you give a warm smile in response. Sure, you should be scared… you’re dead… but looking at him, you just can’t be. “How bout I show you to your bunk for the next eon?”

Nodding yes, you follow him nervously past the gates and past the river styx. You’re surprised, walking by that- aren’t you going in there?? You thought you would… But Hades keeps moving, not looking back as he leads you deeper into the Underworld. Past the throne room you’re familiar with, past a big iron door with Asphodel Meadows indented into it… to a similar door with Elysium on it. Your eyes widen, stepping back- but Hades’ smoke creates a barrier behind you so you cant get away. It gathers against your back and softly nudge you forward again.

There’s no way- you don’t deserve-

“Uh uh uh… not so fast, babe, you belong here. Look- “ Hades speaks and your wide-eyed attention is immediately on him again, waiting for a good explanation for this. You never in your wildest dreams thought you would ever end up- “I know when our thing ended I was aaa… lets say a little cold. But- I need you to know that wasn’t because I didn’t like you anymore. Babe, damn, you’re still my favourite mortal. And… “The odd, unfamiliar, empathetic look on his face transforms once more to a smirk now. “I heard all the nice things you’ve been sayin’ about me all these years. Remember, I got ears everywhere.”

Oh- well- you’re about to say something, but a smoke tendril wraps itself around your mouth. Hades holds up a finger. “Not just yet. I just wanted to show my gratitude and… “He pushes the door open, which creaks from absolute lack of use over the years, and what’s you see inside is beyond your wildest daydreams. There is absolutely no way he is sending you in there- “Welcome to your final resting place, sweetheart. You like?”

The smoke all over you slips away, then, you’re free. And without thinking, you step towards the doorway.

Its beautiful… and you can’t wait to be there. Is he really sending you there??? Glancing at him, he nods and you look back at Elysium. You take another step, putting your hand gently on the inside doorhandle.

Elysium. You can’t believe it.

“Y/N- “

“Hades,” You finally speak, turning to him before you just go and step inside without saying a word to him. If you did that, you would regret it forever. When he looks back at you, you give a gentle shrug. “I promised, Hades.”

This grin on his face now, is genuine. He loves you- he is always going to love you. This is the reason you couldn’t stay together, because one day you would die and it would be too hard on him. You’re so sorry that the separation changed nothing… but a small, selfish part of you is glad he still loves you too.

… But instead of saying that, making this harder on him, you just give another warm smile, a thank you, and then turn around and walk away.

Inkubus: if you had said something earlier it would have been you

You are literally looking at him in horror. You didn’t think before this that anyone in real life would truly have the power to horrify you to this degree, but he has done it. Honestly if anyone could, you’re not surprised it was him, but you do wish he would shut up now.

By the time he’s finished your eyes are downcast, you can’t even look at him. He comes back for the first time after a year and… and this!? 5 minutes ago the last thing he said to you was I’m going away for a little while, watch my plants and now its I shouldn’t have left like that. I’m in love with you???

You have no clue how to respond. You want to tell him to leave now, you want to say get fucked, how dare you, you want to slam the door closed so hard the walls shake and crumble, you actually pray for a hole to open up under you and take you away to somewhere where he isn’t looking at you anymore.

“Uhh… “Eyes flickering up towards the porch light to keep your eyes dry, you delicately cross your arms around your stomach and then tighten them there. Then you take a deep breath, and look square at him- you hope he scan see the rage and the hurt in them. You wish it would make him step away, back down, apologise. “So a year ago… when I said to you… if you think you’ll ever want me back then tell me now… were you listening??”

He senses the absolute storm in you but he doesn’t step away, or back down, or apologise. He takes a step forward, reaching out for you. “I always listen to you- “

“Oh-” Fiercely rolling your eyes, you twist away from him and pull your hand up and out of his reach. He always listens to you?? “Because I was asking you that because I needed to know, if I should let go of any dumb hope that the man I wanted would actually ever actually love me back, or if I should wait- because I would’ve waited. I really would’ve… “Looking at him now, you remember that part for definite. You loved him, you wanted him, you would’ve waited… however long, he needed. “Do you remember what you said, Inkubus?? It was important, so you should remember it. You better.”

You watch him and see the very moment the memory flickers through his head; The wince that follows… you almost feel the regret that must burn in his chest. “I said- “The sharp look in your eyes makes him stop. You do not want to hear them again. “I see… “

“Yeah.”

“I don’t suppose I could make it up to you, for that grievous mistake on my part?”

Here was the man you wanted so badly for the past 5 years, finally finally begging for you- actually begging. You know if you only said yes, just closed the door behind you and nodded he would grin at you and your insides would turn to goop, he’d kiss you just the way you imagined - and damn it did you imagine. Which is just wasted time, now, - and he would take it from there. It would be so easy to do. You might even be happy with the decision…

But then you take a deep breath and look away from him. Remember how he left and you had pick up your pieces and do this fucking thing on your own.

So, no. No.

You can’t.

Now your voice has lost all the unrestrained venom from before, all the anger, and you’re just tired and sad. “If you had said something earlier… “ God, it would have been so different… “But no. No. Its too late.”

“Y/N- “

You close the door.

Laughing Jack: i hope you can forgive me one day. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye when u left. i love you

L.J’s POV

“Just send it.” I growl, an almost feral edge to my tone that I cant say I’m fully proud of. “Put. It. In. It’s just a bloody letter Jack. Now!- “

The letter nearly slips into the slot this time, but I see Y/N’s face in my head for a moment, just a moment, and they’re pretty as ever but they’re reading the letter. They’re reading the letter, finishing it, and then setting it aside. They do not respond to me.

The letter swerves and goes over the top, slipping down the backside of the letterbox, instead.

“Aghh!” I’m heaving. This is ridiculous! What!? Why can’t I- “My god.” Dropping to my knees on the ground, I reach underneath the letterbox with one of my long arms and collect the now dusty, dirty letter back again. I sigh. “Of course.”

Slowly getting back up to my feet, I look at the letterbox with a frown on my lips. I have to do this. I have to tell them…

Okay. Taking a deep breath and puffing out my chest, I inwardly pump myself up for this. I think I need to, considering how hard this seems to be. Let’s go Jack, we can do this, we’re very very close. Just one more try. Come on. Here we go-

I accidentally picture Y/N again at exactly the wrong moment. This time it’s a memory; This actually happened. And its horrible.

Before my eyes, seemingly, I see them animatedly explaining why they have to leave to me - because they got an amazing job opportunity, a fact I’m surprised I remember considering I was blocking them out at this point, - , that they’re so very sorry - something I definitely didn’t care to hear at the time, - , and then… inviting me to see them off the next day. Say goodbye properly.

… But the next day came and I didn’t go to see them off… The letter once again mises its target. I saved myself from that unnecessary pain of saying goodbye. Didn’t I?

I’ve been so sure about that, for a while… But not so much, lately. No. Suddenly I regret it. I’m thinking maybe I should have been there, maybe it would have been better. Perhaps I wouldn’t still have this nagging itch in my chest every time I think about them. I wish I would have… been there…

And now I just want to tell them that. They need to know that I’m sorry I didn’t go, or say goodbye to them when they left.

That I hope they forgive me.

I love them.

But I am apparently physically incapable of sending this bloody letter!

Wheezy Weasel: the universe keeps putting us in the same place at the same time and you still refuse to come to me

Creaaaaaaaaaaaak- “Oh, shoot.”

“Mmm… toldya that floorboards a little loose.” Wheezy mumbles sleepily, cracking his eyes open to see you caught with your boot just pulled on but not laced up yet. He immediately sees what’s happening, and those scary steel eyes narrow at you. Oh, no. You were really hoping to avoid that. “… Goin’ somewhere?”

“I… “ Searching for the words gets you nowhere; There are no words to sufficiently explain yourself in a flattering light. You’re running away- again.

“Its kinda early.”

“Wheezy, I- “ You try again, but he’s already climbing out of bed and fixing his sleeves. Watching him, you wait for the way he’ll shut down and let you go like he always does. It hurts, but you’re used to it. And you’re sure it hurts him when he sees that you’re leaving, so… you’re even. You owe it to him to stay and see the moment he gives up on whatever’s between the two of you every time.

“No.” Is all he says, and you’re a little surprised. No?? What does no mean??? You open your mouth to ask, concerned, but he says it again; Head still down and eyes not on you as he finished rolling up his sleeves. “No.”

“No??”

He lifts his eyes to see you again and you’re struck with the utter intensity of them. “No, yer not leavin’ again.”

Jaw dropping, you look around- searching inside yourself for the words again- this time to say yes, you are. You have to, this isn’t good for either one of you. Sorry. “… Actually- “

“Y/N,” Suddenly he’s in front of you and his hand’s on your face and his eyes are soft on you now and god- you could give up right there. He is such kryptonite to you, its unbelievable. “Just stay this time, huh? Just fer breakfast- its Greasy’s day, so you don’t haveta worry about anything. And it might actually taste good, considering the boss aint cookin’.”

“I can’t stay for breakfast… “

“Why’s that?”

“You know why!”

Eyes going cold again like a switch, Wheezy gives a frustrated sigh in front of you and closes his eyes; Letting his hand fall down to your shoulder, instead. “… why can’t you believe this could work?”

What kind of question is that? Exasperated and desperate to just leave, you step away from him, edging towards the door. “Because it never does!- “

He looks at you again and he looks so damn frustrated, throwing his arm out for emphasis. It’s surprising, he’s usually so cool. “ - Because you always run away! What are you scared of, Y/N??” He comes in close to you again and you feel like a bowl of soup- “The universe keeps putting us together over and over again- and you still refuse to come to me.” His voice is quiet, and soft as it can be after years of chain smoking, and it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you… in a crappy low-rent apartment downtown smelling faintly of pee, no less. “… Why’s that??”

You have no idea what to say to second part, so you elect to ignore it. Its easier. “… I’m not scared- “

“Really?? You coulda fooled me.”

“Wheezy, I-… This is dangerous, for me.” You can feel the pressure building up, hear the blood pumping in your ears. You have not wanted to admit this part, you have wanted to keep it buried so as to not hurt him but it’s about to come out and you can’t stop it. “This stuff that you do for Smartass, and the judge… I can’t be mixed up in all that! I could get hurt. And… I can’t-… I can’t… “

“… y’cant put yourself in that situation for a guy.” He realises slowly, on his own. And it’s a small relief… though really, really small.

You want to tell him it’s not true, that he is so worth it because truly, honestly, he is and you love him… but… “Yeah,” You let out, more as breath then an actual admission. But he hears it.

And he understands, too. He nods and actually looks like he understands you. Which just makes it worse for you! He’s fucking perfect, what the hell!? “I get that… “

“Thank you… “

… When it’s clear that Wheezy isn’t going to stop you this time, you sit down on the edge of the bed and silently do up your boot laces. Wheezy carefully sits down next to you, reaching to get your jacket for you and hold it silently while you finish your boots. When you do finish, you turn to him and he hands it to you, forcing a small smile.

For a moment more you just sit there, wondering how you could possibly say goodbye to him. Really, say goodbye. Because you don’t think… you’re ever going to do this again. Not after this. Its over.

You can feel your heart breaking as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Wheezy.”

“Love ya, baby.”

“Oh I love you too.” You sigh out, pausing only a moment more to let it sink in, then take a deep breath and leave the room.

[chameleon221b]

*WARNING: LONG RANT ABOUT SHERLOCK

Let’s talk TGG, like… imagine you’re John. You’re an exhausted army doctor who’s been treating probably the flu all day, and you bike home or take a cab. You’re ready to eat and maybe watch some telly and crash into bed.

But no. You get home, and there are fricken gunshots ringing out. Oh my God! Is your flatmate in danger? Is he shooting someone? Yes. He is… but not someone. A wall. He’s shooting a wall which for someone reason had it coming. You’re glad Sherlock doesn’t fight to give you the gun. Maybe it’ll look up from here. Ya lock the British Army Browning L9A1 in the safe, and you realize for the millionth time that your flatmate is mad but you’ve kinda ceased to care.

Then woah! The table is a mess. You’re not cleaning that up. You’ll eat in the armchair. But eat what? That is the question. Sherlock probably didn’t cook or get takeout or shop, or even eat, but you ask him anyway. It’s a kinda rhetorical question.

Without a suspicion you open the fridge and WHAT IN THE GILES?!

You shut it quickly. You might faint. Is it PTSD? A hallucination? Real? You summon courage and yank the door open, and yes, it’s a real head. You shut the door like you’re dreaming. Like what did I just see? You forgot you’re even hungry. Sherlock acts like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do! Then you remember he’s mad and you’re kinda over it. It is what it is. You’re tired.

Then you get a rant from Sherlock who’s acting like a five-year-old because you stated literal facts, how he’s ignorant about stuff he doesn’t care about which he proves in said rant. You wrote about your first case, and the only thing he can’t argue with is the clever title.

That’s it. You’re done for tonight. Fudge it. And Sherlock even has the audacity to ask where you’re going like… You’re not even gonna explain now. The emotional intelligence translator needs a vacation.

And… woah. John didn’t even eat anymore. Imagine being him. I cannot further to can 🤦���‍♀️ 😂 Dude just wanted to get home and eat and then sleep. But there were gunshots, chemicals, severed heads, and a mad 5-year-old who’s insulted for an inane reason. Being Sherlock’s flatmate is hard 🤌🏻

Extra details:

That yellow spray paint can on the table from the Blind Banker is there too (and an paper file container tied with a string probably full of old case notes). Imagine in his boredom Sherlock was like, “Let’s paint a smiley face so it can annoy me because I don’t have a case”, which is probably why the wall had it coming 😂 Don’t smile at Sherlock Holmes when he’s bored, even if you’re just a bloody wall!! 🤦🏼‍♀️

Ooh, and before Sherlock mentions the Vermeer painting in the middle of the episode, you can see him reading the pamphlet about The Lost Vermeer while he’s arguing with John. Just thought it was a cool detail.

And set analysis:

And this ⬇️

Like… that table looks sus. There’s a weird yellow liquid. A bread from a bakery, the purple thing. Experiment? Or quick bite to eat while you handling literal chemicals? And then there’s a book… probably with obscure knowledge on the 100,027 different types of mold. And what is leaning against the window?

1. Big ass beaker.

2. Another beaker that contains with an umbrella and/or an old spraying device.

3. A fricken dead plant in a small clay vase in a bigger clay vase. 

4. A big weird red cup.

And

5. I think I found where the rum’s gone because what else could that bottle be other than a vintage bottle of rum with a dusty wax covering?

The set is cozy but also fricken eccentric 🤣 I can’t. It’s like Sherlock hoards random objects and/or souvenirs that only he knows why he keeps.

That’s it. That’s the rant. I’m done. I’ll eat pasta now and think about how John said, “Anything in? I’m starving.” followed by “severed head!” and Sherlock just replied, “Just tea for me thanks.” Like, “No bloody severed head for dinner, just tea.” 😁🥸😐

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🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

Either or, depending on mood. But mainly cheese if we have it (and that's most of the time).

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Funniest answer I could say right now is "guinea pig person," because I really fricken love guinea pigs. But for the sake of this ask, I'm gonna have to go with cats on account of how many cat vids I've been sending to a friend recently.

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Definitely a headphones guy. I don't like having anything in my ears for long periods of time, so unless my headphones kick the bucket and I have absolutely no choice until I get a replacement, I will not wear earbuds.

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"RRRAGGH, WHY DID THAT SCARE ME?! FUCK YOU, LANKMANN!"

(I REALLY WISH I WAS KIDDING. I REMEMBERED I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS AND WENT DEAD SILENT WHEN I REALIZED I WAS UNMUTED IN A CALL. WHY WAS ME CUSSING OUT THIS LANKY BITCH THE LAST THING I SAID OUT LOUD. HELP.)

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

Giant dog plush I named Big Thomas. I hug him whenever I need comfort. :3

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

How animated my writing style was and that it packs a lot of character, by two different people. The latter also claims (from what i can remember) "that I can get a feel for what they're feeling and why."

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@withered--s0uls because I love you and want you to remember that (xe was also who i was in that call i mentioned earlier with, so depending on whether or not they were awake, good chance only one person heard me cuss out lankmann <:3)

[mysteriouslover1516]

Lost Without You (Part 3)

The young hacker was jarred awake from his restless sleep when he heard a notification from his computer going off, Nymos. 

MC…..MC was in danger……oh god. He hurriedly pulled himself from off the bed, grateful for the slight moonlight peeking through the shades, allowing him to find his desk without stumbling over anything serious. As blue eyes scanned the content on his computer, he found himself praying, he couldn’t lose MC.

It’s been two months since the fire at the mine

Since you disappeared

As he read the first two messages, a small sigh of relief escaped his lips. MC had done this once before, when he was on the run from the FBI after Lilly’s accusatory video. She was safe, safe from the hands of his pursuers at least. There was something about her messages that made him uneasy however, something was off.

It was Richy, Jake, it was Richy all along

He was the man without a face

Ah, yes. The betrayal, he doubted she would ever be able to fully recover from the damage Richy had inflicted upon her. The betrayal, the sorrow, the pain….it was always going to be there, there was no way to avoid it, it was destined to haunt her for the rest of her existence.

He kidnapped Hannah

Marked his own shop with the mark of the raven

Faked his own death so he could plant the evidence

Amy is dead because of him

She wasn’t wrong, no. Richy had betrayed them all, purposely led the group astray. He had planted the evidence, causing everyone to believe he was innocent of everything. Richy knew what he was doing when he had video called MC, his plan was set into motion. Running wildly through the forest, throwing himself to the ground, forcing the fake gasps to escape his throat. Biting the capsule he had placed in his mouth, he allowed the camera to capture the fake blood escaping his lips. Waiting 5….10 seconds, then he let the phone fall over, ignoring MC’s screams. As much as Jake hated to admit it, Richy’s plan had been well thought out, to the point that even he was fooled.

You are dead….because of him, Jake

His breath stuck in his throat as he read that text, guilt flooding through his veins. He knew he was doing this to protect her. He had to force himself to lie to her, to allow her to believe he was dead. If MC knew he was still alive….it wouldn’t be safe, this was the right thing to do, no matter how much it hurt him…….even if it hurt MC in the process as well.

You shouldn’t have gone

“No, don’t blame yourself, MC. Please,” Jake’s voice broke the silence as his words cracked. 

It’s all my fault

If I had gone, you wouldn’t have been in the mine

The FBI wouldn’t have trapped you underground

Now he understood why she was doing this, all the pieces were finally coming into place. She wasn’t blaming Richy, no, she was blaming herself; her beautiful, sweet, innocent self.

You’d still be here

You’d still love me…

“Oh, MC. I’m still here, love. I’m still here…….I have never stopped loving you, and I never will,” Jake whispered as he felt his heart breaking. Why was he doing this to her?

It’s my fault

My fault you’re gone, my fault that you’re not on the other end of this line anymore

He resisted the urge to reply, his fingers grazing over the keyboard. It’s not your fault, MC.

I miss you, Jake

I miss you more than I could ever explain

I miss you too, MC. I miss you so much, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It’s killing me, MC.

I’m trying to be strong, Jake

Trying to keep on with life as you would have wanted

Jake’s hand found its way to his black, wavy hair, tugging on the strands. He was putting her through such pain, he was a jerk, a douchebag, a fricken and utter jerk.

I try to numb the pain, but the alcohol always wears off

His world spun for a moment, MC had reverted to drinking? She was trying to erase the pain through alcohol? He had hoped she would have gotten better, she would have moved on, but no. His eyes shifted as he viewed the half open cigarette pack laying next to his keyboard, he didn’t need to see the three empty cartons lying in his trash can. In a matter of seven days he had gone through almost four packets. MC had turned to drinking, Jake back to his nicotine addiction. They both were struggling to cope, both were painfully and tragically  lost without the other. Who was he to judge? He wasn’t much better, and he knew it.

What if there’s only one way to escape it, Jake?

Maybe then we could be together again

You once asked me to go with you till the end of the road, is that what you meant?

Immediate concern raced through the hacker’s mind as he continued to read. No, MC, please. You’re smarter than this, don’t do this to me. You can’t be considering this, no.

I love you, Jake

Jake’s fingers flew across the keyboard as MC’s account logged off, this was no way in heck he was going to allow her to follow through with this stupid, idiotic plan. After tracking her location, he started to unplug his computer and pack his stuff, it was time to reveal the truth, and a bit of new scenery wouldn’t hurt, right?

Hey lovelies! ;) This was ACTUALLY supposed to be the final part of Lost Without You, but apparently this is not the end. (I do not understand how I write such stories that you all seem to like, I swear it just comes to me.) Thank you for all your love and support, I will try to update soon! Please like and leave your comments and reviews below, I love hearing from all of you! <3 💙💙

[tua-five]

Season 3 Episode 4

⚠️⚠️ You know the drill ⚠️⚠️

Let's talk about Harlan killing all of the moms. He killed them on accident. He heard the noise. It hurt too much, along with Sissy dying, and he screamed, and it killed them. I am wondering... how he didn't kill the 16 moms that survived. Was it a proximity thing...? I mean, Klaus's mom was at least in the US, but Viktor was born in Russia. So...

Now let's talk about how Ben WAS number 1, but got demoted. He was number 1 because, I mean, let's be honest, he probably is the best out of the Sparrows. And we're all pretty sure that he got demoted because of the Jennifer incident, right? Because no matter how much time has changed, the world/universe/fate/whatever you want to think of it, will always repeat the same events. It's like it's already set in stone. Like with Allsion. Patrick still existed and had a child in the same house, even if he never met Allsion. "It's meant to be." Or as The Handler likes to say, "Que sera, sera."

And omg, Ben sounds like a little kid what he says, "which is totally cheating." Like, bruh. You're a grown man. Stop complaining.

Like I said, I love Lila and Five. And their little "Jinx. A-B-C-1-2-3, personal padlock." "Can you not—" "You can't speak!"

Flashback to season 1 episode 1. Klaus is in Reginald's office, and he's taking things and stuffing them in his pants. He goes to leave, and Luther tells him to drop it. And then he keeps one thing. Now forward to now, Season 3 episode 4, and you've got Stanley stealing things from a room. And the Klaus tells him to drop it, but he's allowed to keep 1 thing. A full circle moment. And Klaus is definitely the fun uncle. Within reason, but also very much so not.

Yeah, great, Luther. Family meeting. Family only. Minus Klaus. Minus Five. You remember what happened the last time you had a family meeting without Five? (Or.. at least in s1). You ended up creating a whole day that "wasn't." For the love of everything not already kugelblitzed, wait till Five gets back.

Omg the Diego-Allison bonding momemt!! Seriously, though. Do not disrespect the slushee. Those can really hit the spot. Dr. Fuego does not fit Diego because you know what does more? Bargain Batman.

Okay, but GOD, do I really fricken hope Five gets his 1970s corvette stingray. This entire scene does something to me. Gets my blood boiling and energy high. Like, just give this old man a break.

Frick man. Klaus is dead. Five's "actual self" is dead. Harlan killed their mother's. I mean... dang..

Your gifs, my lovelies

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Thai QL Favorites Tag game

This is my first tag game I’m rather excited,

Thanks @waitmyturtles and @lurkingshan for the tag.

My time on Tumblr has been less than 2 months, and prior to this I primarily watched TV for escapism and wasn’t particularly fussed about how closely shows adhered to reality or its values, so some of that will definitely be reflected here. (Previous genres of TV I’ve been invested in are anime and fantasy, I have seen soooo little western romance or queer cinema or high school movies or a lot of things).

Disclaimer: Emphasis on favourite over best

Also I appreciate Thai BL way more since coming to Tumblr but I have seen rather few shows in that time so there’s a ton I need to watch or rewatch with context that I haven’t yet (Moonlight Chicken, The eclipse, Bed Friend, ITSAY, He’s Coming to Me, My School President and more) so I can’t include them on this list like everyone else seems to be!

I honestly think brevity is an extremely envious skill, and I do not have such skills so here goes.

Favorite Thai QL: SOTUS S (Including the Our Skyy episode) or maybe To Sir With Love, It hasn't been long enough for me to tell yet but both those shows made me scream in different ways

Favorite Pairing: I assumed this was like character couple but some Tumblr searching suggests otherwise. I have watched 0 behind the scene’s footage except what rolls through tumblr and my youtube shorts and I am still learning actors names (Y’all have a habit of referring to actors in photos by their pairing name (e.g. offgun) without context on which one is WHICH so it’s hard to learn names that way lol.

Having said that I started watching BL because Between Us was airing and rolled through my youtube shorts and my first 3 BLs were all watched because of BounPrem (BU, UWMA & Cutie Pie) because I liked their dynamic.

Most underrated actor: see previous statement on my actor confusion. I'll sit down and make a list with pictures one day... or maybe not because that seems creepy

Favorite Character: Arthrit. Seriously I have rarely gotten so attached to a single character, I loved him so much, my demi ass had no idea what I was supposed to do with my actual fricken emotions. I finished SOTUS S with 50 screenshots of him FOR NO REASON. Also, Ae in Love by Chance killed me dead.

Favorite Side Character: I’m taking this as a pairing and choosing ForthBeam from 2 Moons 2, a very recent watch of mine. I thought MingKit was going to be my favourite part of that series and then ForthBeam showed up and knocked them straight out of the park.

Favorite scene in a QL: I sat here for a while deciding whether or not honesty was the best policy, and I decided yes it was SO:

It’s from Love In The Air and it’s a scene between Pai and Sky where Sky is sleeping (nearly recovered from being sick) and the camera switches between Sky’s sleeping, somewhat exposed self and Pai and his ever fraying control as he looks at and away from Sky's sleeping form and he leans closer, and closer, even as he tells himself not to, even as he speaks out loud 'not to loose control now' he leans closer still. Then Sky wakes up, just as Pai’s face is centimetres from his, and Sky asks ‘are you going to jump me P’Pai’ and Pai breathes rather quickly and heavily as he leans back stands up and announces that he needs to use the bathroom before walking swiftly away.

THE RESTRAINT, IT KILLS ME OKAY.

(if this wasn’t Thai only Takara-kun to Amagi-kun’s restraint scene would win)

(I did not have to look that up, this scene LIVES in my brain, at all times)

Although Tian & Lomfon’s final confession and kiss has been looping so often it might be a serious contender, It’s just too soon to say.

Favorite line in a QL: It’s not technically one line but AePete in the locker room after the makeout where Ae asks Pete to be his boyfriend (or some variation thereof) SEVEN TIMES wins for me. That boy is determined to have a clear answer.

Most Anticipated QL (& why): I don’t keep track of upcoming BL, that’s 70% of the reason I initially got Tumblr, everyone’s excited for Only Friends so that one. Or there was one with the pair from Bed Friends that looked interesting, or ZeeNew’s actually with the prince.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: I have not thought about this very hard, but WinTeam maybe? Although they need to communicate better. Also ForthBeams relationship actually seems really healthy too.

Most toxic relationship in a QL: VegasPete, although a rewatch of Kinnporsche with additional context might change my thoughts, (also I haven’t seen tharntype)

Guilty pleasure series: Don’t Say No & Love in the Air although I feel guiltier about the second and I love the first more.

Most Underrated Series: I do not know enough about how series have been rated to make a call, but I was shocked to be told La Pluie was doing badly on mdl so that one.

I tried to check who’d already been tagged and not double up so there arent a lot, but feel free to ignore either way! @shouldiusemyname, @plantsarepeopletoo, @troubled-mind @dribs-and-drabbles

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Five Fav Fics

got tagged by @jackdaw-sprite to pick 5 of my favorite fics that I've written! (here's their list)

this is gonna be hard cuz I have over 100 to chose from... ( ╯□╰ )

at least they don't have to be complete right?

Under the read more are the ones I chose

These aren't in order, just five that I picked

Carnival Mythika

Summary: What starts as a fun day at the carnival takes a turn after an innocent mistake. Danny gets separated from his friends at the carnival and asks the fortune teller for help to put him in the right direction, or maybe just back to the place he last saw them, the Cryptid Zoo.

Reason: this fic is my baby 😭 it's practically a novel and it really won't be that hard to change a few things and make this an original story because of how much of an AU it is. It's not done yet and it's taking me forever to write mostly because I keep having to take breaks because the emotional parts are so fricken heavy. Danny goes through it. he has a horrible time and it's all emotional trauma If you haven't read it, which it's an over 60k incomplete work with lots of angst and heavy topics, so I don't blame you. BUT if you wanna just read ch. 3 and let me know what you think （*＾-＾*）

Lively Conversations In Dead Man’s Land

Summary: Danny goes on a voluntary field trip to help his suffering grades.

Reason: This is one of the first fics I ever wrote way back in 2013 during PhannieMay (now DannyMay). The prompt was Western and I just went ham with a fluffy GrayGhost field trip fic. I had so much fun writing it and I still enjoy it today.

Quoth the Librarian, “But I’m Alone?”

Summary: Eleanor loved her job at the school library. She always made sure to come in early to make sure everything was just right before the students came. Today something beat her there.

Reason: One of the many fics I wrote for my first phic phight (2021) that I liked but it didn’t get much traction. The premise is simple, just a “what happened to this side character after a scene from the show” + making up a random OC that may never be used again.

Parallels

Summary: It's amazing the things you learn on a field trip.

Reason: My take on a reveal fic where Maddie & Danny try to have a normal mother-son bonding time during a field trip only for Danny to get triggered by something innocuous. A big part of the reason I’m proud of it was because I figured the trigger was so obvious but every comment that mentioned it was surprised by how perfect it was despite having never thought of it themselves.

A Night in La Casa del Sol

Summary: La Casa del Sol is an abandoned Bed and Breakfast on the North end of town, which like any good dilapidated building, has the reputation of being haunted. Paulina may act like an airhead, but she can still put two and two together. If her favorite ghost only comes out of hiding when there's another ghost around, she sure hopes her Abuela was right about the place. Danny is fist clueless, and then just confused, but mostly wants to make sure Paulina doesn't get hurt. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Another sleepless night?

Reason: Even though it took me a while to add the final chapter to this one I think it was worth the wait. I had fun with a more classic haunted house type horror of Paulina and Danny exploring the old B&B together. That and that last chapter man, I don’t want to spoil it if you haven’t read it or if you did and forgot (it has been three years since I posted that final chapter lol)

And honorable mention goes to...

I think it would be illegal for me not to mention jackdaw’s favorite bedtime story 😜

Lost and Found

Summary: His parents had always warned him about the dangers in the woods.

Reason: Fae AU! Lost Time flavored Fae AU even! Also, like I said, Jackdaw really enjoys it If you don’t believe me check the comment section on that fic But I also really like it too. It was fun to write and it had my two favorite things, an au and taking an idea someone else did but putting my own spin on it! Fun fact: the final spoken bit of dialogue was actually the very first line that I thought of. It’s what made me write this story. It was just so good. And I’m happy to report that it did in fact pay off

[closedtub104]

paired up with someone new

to be honest here. i hate group projects. they're annoying, and one person ends up doing all of the work. but this time i got paired up with a kid i knew was willing to put in the effort. i mean. this dude puts 3D models in his presentation. he did one on the moon one time and he put an actual 3D model of the fricken moon. AND ANIMATED IT. IT WAS THE BEST SLIDE OUT OF THEM ALL!!! never under estimate the quiet kid. yeah yeah some may pull out and AK out of his bag. but not all quiet kids are bad.

anyways. getting to the point. we were paired up. he didn't talk in person but instead invited me to a google doc to talk there. Quiet kid: I've heard rumors about you Me: ... go on Quiet kid: i heard you killed the last person you were partnered up with. Is that why you weren't with a kid on the last project Me: No. I wasn't partnered up with someone because my partner was called in "sick" for the whole week. i think he was avoiding me Quiet kid: WAS. IT. TRUE Me: NO! WHOEVER IS SPREADING RUMORS HATES ME. WANDER WHY HE'S NOT DEAD. IS BECAUSE I'VE NEVER KILLED ANYONE IN THIS CLASS, OR IN THIS SCHOOL, OR EVEN IN THIS BUNKER. (the quiet kid looks over to see me start tearing up) i-i just wish someone would talk to me. i mean no fucking harm. Quiet kid: ... uh. are those feelings real? Me: why do you want to know. you're like everyone else. Quiet kid: well. maybe people just need to see the good side of you to see you're not such a bad person. (i go silent.) Quiet kid: look we need to start the slides. you gather info on Saturn, and i'll make the slides (this project is a slideshow about Saturn.) Me: K 2 hours later Me: alright i got the info Quiet kid: nice. ill mark in the text boxes where to put the info and ill start making some of the animations Me: Ok

And. We made the slide. I've taken screenshots of that google doc and stared at it for quite a while. How did the slide turn out. FUCKING AMAZING. of course the Quiet kid did most of the talking since my voice box is damaged. but i love the note he put in the bottom right on the last slide. these slides are public so anyone can view them. but he put a link. the link was to the conversation we had on the google doc. and suddenly a week later. i have people actually talking to me. but now everyone in a group project writes in a google doc. 1. they say to prove a point that I'm not a bad person 2. for better communication. and 3. for that jackass to stop spreading rumors about me. and a funny thing. someone actually sent me a google slide about ME! the title of it is the best though "STOP SPREADING RUMORS BITCH WE'VE GOT THE WHOLE SCHOOL AGAINST YOU NOW!!!" its a google slide with all of the google doc conversations I've had with people. and to be honest.

the rest is kinda history. I've made so many friends. heck one even made a update to my software that when i want to speak. it shows the words on my visor. I've used it so many times outside of school for buying stuff.

Im just glad i finally have someone to talk to

[siancore]

Siancore...Siancore...darling. I think its unfair for you to want someone to pick ONE of your stories. For me that list is very long but I was able to dwindle it down to 3. Can I just say - you have a gift of filling up a story with complete vulnerability and potency (if that makes sense). Your writing is very captivating and these are those that really gained my attention and stories I still go back to, even now.

The Dusk of Memory - Now I love angst and you fed a me with the angst for this one. Rick losing his memory, lori taking advantage of this situation, Michonne filled with self doubt. Sheesh you killed yet healed my heart for this one. Especially when Rick started remembering little memories of their time together.

This ain’t Georgia - Imagine if The Walking Dead started off differently....Rick and Michonne WERE married and the outbreak started". This one holds dear to my heart due to you giving me an a view of how things would go (no ill to Lori) if Rick was married to Michonne. I know its not finished (forgive me if this is wrong) but this is the one I am definitely going to go back to when the their side show for Rick and Michonne hits on TV cus that reunion scene in this story. Trying to remember it now, I KNOW I WAS CRYING! when rick asked to see his son....

Under Her Watch - Okay...I am so happy to be in another fandom with you. I need you to know how much weight this holds with me. Recalling when I saw your first post about Okoye and Attuma....my gosh! I love Attuma! I love Okoye! I love that fight scene! Their energy in that film lit something in me. Two characters who deserve love! (also The Warrior's Accord series)

Honorable Mentions: Warm & Four Walls

I love your writing and how you drive the essence of the characters. Content from movies/tv shows give us so little and what you take from that is remarkable. Your writing really speaks of yourself that makes me feel closer to you than I really am. let me stop cus I could talk great things about you for days.....💚💚💚

Oh my heart this is so amazing. Thank you for his detailed feedback. Goodness, there are fics of mine here I haven't thought of in ages. I feel so bad about not looking at them in so long, but I am floored that you still enjoy these stories.

I will have a new Richonne one-shot posted for Danai's birthday/Valentine's Day, so I hope that makes it up to you for my not editing TAG -- it's in my drafts, I've just been shit. Ha! Seriously, I have the next chappie in my drafts and haven't felt motivated to open the document. Hearing from you now is making me want to get back to it.

Now, Okoye and Attuma? I fricken love them, too. And it's nice to be in a new ship fandom with people from your other ship fandom. I know I'm safe here :')

Now, I am gonna implode because of your kind words about my writing. That's so special what you've said here, and I never even thought about it that way: That you feel closer to me because of the way I place pieces of myself in the way I write characters. I didn't even realise I was doing that. I just love who I love and want to do the best that I can to do justice to their characterisations.

This Ask has really encouraged me to go back and look at my old fics. Thank you for that. And thank you for the immense love and support. I am feeling it right now. I hope everything is going well for you x

P.S. Another fic in The Warriors' Accord series is coming soon. Very soon.

[brunhielda]

I love this artist in particular, but man! This whole concept is my jam!

1) people can see other worldly things on Halloween, but don’t realize because costumes.

2) said thing gets conversation and/or food as way of hospitality

3) said thing is Death. Also there is the remembrance and ghost of a loved one hanging around.

That is ALL the folk tale Halloween tropes! Halloween was a death holiday- when we remember the dead- and slowly became “anything spooky might be out” which then became “we should be nice to all of them so they don’t cause problems” to a more nuanced “maybe they are just like us, or want to be, for one night.”

I love Halloween so fricken much.

We said, “Death scares us, let’s talk about it once a year.”

We said, “We should face the things we fear with hospitality- warmth, community, good food, LOVE.”

Humans are neat.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN :) WEBTOON - INSTAGRAM

[crystalsamethyst]

D!N!D! Jumping straight into battle with some weretigers!

I fricken forgot the dangers of fighting were-creatures because the last time I fought them, I was one and didn't have to worry about being transformed! But there are definitely worse things to be than a weretiger. I love them.

In related news: I got bit. I resisted! But I got pounced on and bit. That's my move as a preferred feline shapeshifter come on! Rude.

Oooooohohoooo looks like Hershel may be a cleric-paladin multiclass??

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Hooooooooly shit I critted against this one guy and got max fuckin damage woooooah!

Our bardlock is wrestling with another weretiger and resisted! Harper is happy but my husband is kind of like awww. Totally get it, I'm the same way lol.

It was a rough start but also we're like hahah heck nah, and there's one left, and we're almost laughing at them. They tried. They tried. But come on, we're allll magical. And my druid got the killing blow on all of them... I shared the starbursts. Teamwork makes the dream work!

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Hershel had been mostly put in this group to make canonical comments like 'emotional daamage!' and we love him for it.

Ohhhh my god he's a cleric of Mystra again lmao my friend just loves that. Our wizard asked him to help train her with a staff since she's out of shape.

Hershel: I mean, sure, but I'm pretty sure your druid friend over there knows her way around a staff too

My druid: *Twirling staff with fingers and then drops it* fuck.

Hershel: ... On the other hand, maybe I could be helpful here.

Druid: I feel dumber in this world, at least you guys have it easy trying to get your strength back-

Hershel: Oh, I can help with that! You can probably study a little bit with these: *pulls out manga series Fullmetal Alchemist* They literally talk about all the chemical compositions of everything they're doing in here!

Druid: ... Alright. Gimme.

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Aw mannnnn we're getting close to the undead, the plant surroundings are dying, and the necromancy magic is surrounding the magicules again even worse than before.

I momentarily forgot part of my character's backstory is that the cult she's chasing/is chasing her that when they make a kill, they forcibly warp their body into partial animals. FMA with the dog and little girl thing... My druid is crying while Hershel is busy badly cooking dinner, and we're choking on it.

Wizard: How much salt did you add?

Hershel: ... I'm out of salt.

Companions tell Hershel why my druid is having a bit of a mental breakdown, he instead offers My Hero Academia and I just say to the DM: Nomus?

Fuck xD

He laid out all the popular shonen manga series for my druid to pick from and we're questioning how much room he's got in his bag.

Also my druid just dropped she used to do a bit of gang informant stuff and everyone at the table was like wait what?!?!

Urchins do what they gotta do, come on.

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Oh shit stuff is happening through the night. Our wizard's life force is being drained in her sleep. There is a skeletal figure over her and somehow slipped past a really good perception check from our bardlock.

We are surrounded by zombies oh my god. There are 6 around us. At least we've got a cleric that can turn the undead. 3 failed the save so at least we're thinning the fight for now. The fact one was able to drain from the max hp of our wizard...

Oh it was a wight. Ohkay. No thanks. At least the two of them were turned... Probably a fight for later but we're all up now.

As a side note, our DM has been rolling so many nat 20s tonight for both enemies and Hershel so it's just. Wow.

We had to restart the long rest and then continued on. The area we get to eventually lacks sunlight, there's like a cloud covering, and all the plants of the forest are dead.

Our wizard got a point of exhaustion from not being able to handle breathing in such horrible air and we're getting war flashbacks.

We finally made it to the ocean... But it's dark and gloomy and horrible. Even though the sea wasn't her favourite part of her adventures, my druid does miss the oceans of her own world.

The wizard, who is a pirate, is even more devastated since she was really looking forward to seeing the ocean. There is a sus looking mountain range to the north and a huge zombie hoard to the south... And that's where we leave off for the evening!

[moriiartist]

MORIIIIIIIIII

HIIIII IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN FRICKEN DEAD 😭😭 INMISS TUMBLR BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO START WRITING AGAIN

Anyway hello, hun <3 I miss you so much and im so sorry im not all that active anywhere

School has been kicking my ass and my boyfriend takes like half of my brain cells when I'm with him (which is always and its in a good way <3)

I do miss you and everyone else tho

Love you, your 🌙 <3

Hi Lunar!!! It's so nice to hear from you!!

School and preparation for college has really been sapping my time as well, so I totally understand what you mean. Also, I'm happy that you and the bf are doing well!

Hopefully we'll be able to chat more soon! I really enjoyed our talks :)

Love you too! (/p)