#AND WE GAVE EACH OTHER GIFTS THAT WAS AWESOME TOO ^⁠_⁠^

[ashyy-slashyy]

ME AND @faggotwalkwithme MET TODAY AND IT WAS SO AWESOME AND FUN AND HE MADE US MATCHING CRIMEWAVE BRACELETS <33 LIFE IS UNICORNS AND RAINBOWS!!!!! I LOVE MY FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!

(first one is mine second is his ^⁠_⁠^)(also i blurred my face out because i CAN!!!!!)(also also we got bubba ho-tep and burn notice!!!!!!! thebruce brainrot....)

[help-itrappedmyself]

Crimes and Punishments Part 2: Speedsters

Masterpost

“Why are we all here again?” The Flash asked Batman.  Batman just made a noise in response. Like a hmmph, that somehow insinuated that Flash should know the answer to that question. 

Robin hangs up the phone with this Danny person, and states that he should be arriving shortly. And he does, coming right through the window, gaping the whole way.

“Guys, I can’t thank you enough for hosting this meeting. And setting it up and everything, but mostly for hosting. Because my realm is slightly poisonous to you guys and because you’ve given me the chance to visit space! We’re in space right now, how awesome is that?! Can someone tell me all about this place later?” Danny rambles, as excited as Red said he would be. 

Red gives Bruce a smug look in response.

“You’re welcome, Danny.”

“Now that we’re all here.” Batman grunts and everyone starts taking seats around the table.

Danny sheepishly takes a seat at the middle seat facing the window. The three speedsters sit across from him, Bruce at one head and Nightwing on the other. Red sits next to Bruce and Danny, Robin sits next to Nightwing and Danny. Danny pulls out a few pieces of paper and a pen.

Once everyone is situated, Batman gestures to Danny. “You called this meeting, about some broken laws?”

Danny nodded solemnly, his aura becoming slightly darker and more oppressing. He faces Bruce, “Yes, I have on my council the ancients of time and speed.” He turns to the speedsters. “You have been accused of breaking Clockwork, the ancient of time’s, rules about interfering in the timestream. He has stated many instances that you have left your own time, changed the past, and changed the future. Unfortunately, in doing so you have also corrupted reality and interfered in more laws of my dimension in bringing back the dead.”

“I’m sorry, but who exactly are you to be the authority on time and speed and, what, the dead too? Who are you at all?” Flash asks.

“We were told you were King of an alternate dimension, how does our dimension affect yours at all?” Kid Flash asks.

“I’m not the authority for time and speed, those are members of my council. Clockwork has been bringing complaints to me about all of you for a long time, but it wasn’t until I started investigating the other matter-” He makes a gesture towards Red, who nods, “that I discovered that the main cause of these problems has been your meddling with reality. You have created cracks in reality, caused by the fracture in the space-time continuum, and these cracks opened your realm to mine, which is poisonous to yours by the way. Clockwork has been cleaning up your messes in the timestream, and now I have cleaned up the leaks, and there is patchwork being done on reality right now.” He checks the last few points on his paper, making marks for each correction being made.

“You have control over all of that?” Impulse blurts out.

“More like I have control over the people who control all of that. Mostly. I’m in charge of space!” Danny smiles wide, fangs out and aura glowing for a second. “Your main interference with Space is the fact that you broke holes into your dimension, but I’m not big on punishments. Speed, the one who gave you your powers, she said you’d met with her before?” Danny pauses and glances between the speedsters.

“We’ve met the Speedforce.” Flash states. “We don’t fully understand the Speedforce or how it works though.”

“Yeah, that would be her! Dani doesn’t take the time to explain anything, always places to be, you know? But, she presently doesn’t have any complaints. Which complicates matters for me. Clockwork is demanding that she take the gifts she gave you, your powers, but she is refusing.”

The speedsters, having tensed, all relaxed at that.

“But Clockwork demands reparations for all the damage you have caused, and all the work he has put in to correct your mistakes.” Danny shrugs in a what-can-you-do manner. “And you have each meddled in the timestream correct?”

They each confirm.

“Right. We’re going to have to come to an agreement on repercussions for your violation of time law and space law. Now, I can’t say for sure who did what, or how many times, and what damage in particular it caused, which means unless you want to fess up right now, you’re all going to receive equal punishments, on the assumption you each caused a third of the damage.”

“I did most of it.” Flash says immediately. “I was the first to get my powers, I didn’t know how to use them, or how badly messing with the timestream ends up until I did it multiple times.”

“But we all did it!” Kid Flash argues.

“I’m technically messing with the timestream right now.” Impulse mutters.

“You did it while learning too! At least you figured it out before creating something like Flashpoint.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Danny raises his voice over theirs as they start to argue. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” He rubs his head for a moment. “Now, mistakes are understandable, especially while learning new powers. So, in the future, new speedsters will be given leniency so long as you three take responsibility for teaching them the dangers and the rules. We will not punish those learning unfairly.”

The speedsters settle back down in their chairs.

“We can teach new speedsters.” Flash agrees.

“Wonderful! That burden is now part of your punishment.” Danny makes a note on his paper. “One of the main damages done, raising the dead in your alterations of the timeline, will at this point not be undone. From this moment on, everyone stays how they are. We don’t want to go around killing people for your mistakes.”

The speedsters start glancing at the Bats, not having known that was even an option.

“Thank you.” Red states on behalf of the speedsters. Danny nods.

“With that covered,” He looks back at his papers, shuffling through a few. “Clockwork has made an agreement with Dani, as punishment for abusing your powers they will be taken away-”

All the speedsters start to interject, but Danny lets out some eldritch features and lets his aura become more and more powerful and fear-inducing until they all cower back in their seats. Once they are quiet he continues.

“I have been informed that you are all heroes on this planet, so we have all agreed to call this community service. Based on how long you’ve been helping and a few other factors, we made this decision: you will each lose your powers for a total of two months, and then be placed on probation. If you continue to serve your community and use your powers for good, then we will have no further problems. If any of you mess with the timestream on purpose your powers will be revoked permanently. If it is an accident, your powers will be removed again temporarily, but for a time period yet to be determined, but that will be longer than two months. Do you understand?”

They all nod slowly, but the Kid Flash speaks up.

“What if they need us while our powers are gone? We do help, we have people counting on us, what if our teams need us?”

Danny gives him a smile. “The Bats, when I spoke to them about the situation earlier, were concerned about that as well. If you agree to this plan, and we agree to only take one of your powers away at a time, that way the other two can coordinate and help when needed.”

“Will I be sent back to my own timeline?” Impulse’s voice is small and quiet.

“No. Just like with the dead, what is done is done.” Danny makes sure to have eye contact with Impulse. “This agreement does mean you could never go back though, so if you did want to…” Danny trails off.

Impulse shakes his head.

“Okay then.” Danny checks his papers again. “Were there any more questions?”

He gives it a moment.

“Then I will take this agreement back to my people and make sure everything is set. Then we will need to set up a time frame for the removal periods. For now though, everything is done. Thank you so much for your cooperation!”

[ginxyy]

Levelling up Love

Video games, jealousy and confessions with Wonwoo



It was one of those perfectly chaotic evenings, where the sound of pixelated creatures leaping across screens drowned out the world outside. The video game café was alive with vibrant energy laughter, playful screams, and the soft click of controllers filled the room. I leaned back in my chair, glancing over at Wonwoo, who was completely engrossed in a game of Street Fighter. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his mouth in a slight pout as he focused intently on the screen. I couldn’t help but smile; watching him like this made my heart race in ways I had never experienced before.

We had been dating for a few months now, but each moment still felt fresh, like unwrapping a new gift. Every shared smile, every gentle touch, and every playful banter between us added layers to our growing connection. I loved how natural we fell into each other's rhythms; each date felt effortlessly enchanting. This night was no exception.

After an exhilarating round of gaming, Wonwoo suggested we take a break and grab some snacks. With a quick peck on my cheek that sent an excited shiver down my spine, he excused himself to the counter, leaving me alone for the first time that evening. I watched as he chatted animatedly with the café staff, his beautiful hair falling in graceful curls, and my heart swelled he was even charming with complete strangers.

As I sat there sipping on my soda, my gaze wandered around the café, landing on a friendly-looking worker who smiled at me while rearranging some game cases. “Hey, are you enjoying your time here?” he asked, his voice warm and inviting.

I offered him a smile in return, “Yeah, it’s a blast! My boyfriend and I love gaming, so this is a perfect spot for us.” I gestured to the empty chair beside me, where Wonwoo had just sat moments ago. The worker nodded, seemingly intrigued.

“Oh, that’s awesome! Which games do you play?” he asked, leaning in slightly. I sensed a curiosity mixed with friendly enthusiasm. I started telling him about our favorite co-op games, losing track of time as the conversation flowed easily. It was refreshing to connect with someone new, sharing a mutual love for gaming.

However, just then, I felt a shift in the air; warmth turned to tension. I turned my head slightly to see Wonwoo standing a few feet away, his arms crossed and an unmistakable look of jealousy etched onto his face. The way his eyes narrowed just a bit when he saw me talking to the worker was enough to make my heart skip a beat. I tried to suppress the laughter bubbling inside me, finding his reaction both comical and endearing.

He must have been standing there for a bit, observing our exchange. The moment I met his gaze, a mixture of confusion settled on his face intermingled with protectiveness. As if sensing the shift in my attention, the worker quickly retreated, offering me a smile and a slight head nod as he walked away.

“Hey,” Wonwoo said, approaching me, the hint of sulkiness lacing his tone. I couldn’t help but giggle. He plopped down beside me, a mild pout forming on his lips as he shot the worker a sideways glance. “I brought snacks,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant, but I could see through it.

I couldn’t contain my amusement; this sulky side of him was too adorable. “Wonwoo,” I said softly, nudging him playfully. “You don’t have to be jealous. I was just chatting.”

“Jealous?” he scoffed, though the slight blush creeping up his cheeks gave him away. “I wasn’t jealous. I just didn’t like how he was looking at you.”

“Oh please,” I laughed again, my affection for him deepening. “He was just being friendly! You know I only have eyes for you.” I paused for a moment, my heart beginning to race as I prepared to share something I had been holding close to my heart. “And I love you, you know that?”

The words hung in the air like an electric current, both thrilling and terrifying, and as soon as they passed my lips, my pulse quickened. Wonwoo’s expression changed completely; the sulkiness melted away, replaced by wide eyes filled with surprise and absolute joy.

“I… I love you too,” he stuttered, the words flowing out of him like a rush of relief. Without missing a beat, he captured my face in his hands, pulling me in for a tender kiss that sent sparks dancing through me. The world around us faded away, leaving only him and the warmth of our newfound confession.

Suddenly, he was all kisses soft, sweet pecks that turned into an eager cascade of joy. I could feel his smile against my lips as our laughter intertwined, creating a symphony of feelings that resonated deep within me.

“Really? You mean it?” he asked, still partially caught up in the sweetness of that moment.

“Yes, I mean it!” I responded, my heart racing in a way that felt like it belonged in a fairytale. “You’ve captured my heart, Wonwoo.”

He beamed at me, a grin that could light up the darkest of rooms. The sulkiness had completely disappeared, replaced by a pure glee that radiated from him. “I’m glad,” he said, his voice softening, “because I never want to let you go.”

As our laughter faded into warmth and comfort, I found my fingers intertwined with his, perfectly fitting in a way that felt as though it was always meant to be. The café buzzed on around us, but in that moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world, locked together in a love that was just beginning to bloom.

From that night onward, I knew I had leveled up in more than just gaming I had leveled up in love, and with Wonwoo at my side, every new adventure felt like the start of an exciting quest.

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base.

Fluff. A gift for my friend, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot with her OC, Christine “Riot” Vega. (Awesome render here!)

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“It’s too tall.”

“Or, maybe you’re too short.”

Riot shifts her gaze from the Christmas tree to Ghost. He doesn’t regard her back, yet she knows there’s a smile underneath that mask—one of those triumphant, snarky, arrogant, ‘i-got-her-again’ grins.

“Behave, Lieutenant,” she warns. “I’m 1.70, in case you didn’t read my file.”

“Congratulations to the whole 1.70 of you,” he replies and playfully pats her head. “With or without the shoes?”

Riot rolls her eyes and swats his hand away. “Can you just get me the ornament boxes from the warehouse?” She asks.

“You have to be more specific, love,” He says. “The warehouse is a two thousand square meter void filled with cardboard boxes.”

“I don’t have the coordinates, Ghost.” She replies, smirking. “You can ask Gaz whether he planted a GPS tracker in them or, here’s a better idea: how about you search for the boxes labelled as ‘Xmas’?”

Now, he’s the one rolling his eyes. He murmurs a “how unique” and walks to the door to fulfil her request.

While waiting for Ghost to find and retrieve the boxes, Riot tests the new Christmas lights they bought by plugging them into the socket. Once she confirms they work, she starts wrapping them around the tree. Although the task appears to be assigned to just the two of them, it took all five—including the captain who gave the roles—to make it happen.

Gaz chose the tree and bought extra ornaments, then Soap measured its dimensions, ensuring enough lights to cover it. Once aligned, they raked the entire base to decide on the perfect spot. Their prerequisites? It had to be a place where everyone could see it and would do it justice. Unfortunately, they couldn’t agree on a specific location, so they met in the middle and decided to place the tree in the mess hall, the exact same spot it was last year. And the year before it. And the year before it.

Then, it was up to Ghost to carry the tree, and the captain instructed him to help Riot with the “heavy-duty” tasks. Now, all that’s left is for Riot to decorate it.

“I still don’t get why you get to decorate.” Ghost says, placing the boxes on the floor. “Why are we doing chores like measuring and carrying boxes while you get the fun stuff?”

“Because whoever did it last year did a terrible job,” she retorts, emphasising ‘whoever’ and handing Ghost a light strip to continue up to the top. “You guys didn’t even shuffle the decorations. Not to mention that the back was empty.”

“Nobody sees the back,” Ghost argues.

“You don’t?” Riot smirks.

“Nobody sees the back of the tree,” Ghost corrects.

“Well, I do,” she replies, pointing at the top of the tree, “and go a little bit lower over there.”

“Like that?” he asks.

“Like that,” she confirms.

After finishing the light placement, Ghost sits on the sofa. He takes an ornament shaped like a candy cane from one of the boxes and starts playing with it. Riot, on the other hand, gets straight to the job. She opens the boxes and grabs two ornaments. She places one on the tree, removes it and tries the other. She concludes on the latter. She turns around to search the boxes for more ornaments and catches Ghost fiddling with the candy cane.

“You can go if you’re bored,” she says. “I won’t finish anytime soon.”

“That I figured,” he murmurs under his breath, making Riot instinctively place her hands on her waist. He lets a sharp chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m alright here.” He assures her.

But of course, where else would he be alright if not here?

Time passes quickly. Ghost and Riot reminisce about their past Christmases—childhood festivities, memorable Boxing Day gifts, favourite holiday foods, and the annual movies that defined each season. Yet, these beautiful memories end at a certain point unique to each. Maybe those memories have faded away, or perhaps they have purposefully chosen to let them go. And when that happens, when they approach that personal boundary, they stop dwelling on those past celebrations and turn to each other, to the present, to fill them with joy.

Sometimes, Riot shows Ghost different ornaments, and he either picks one or dismisses the options with a casual “whatever” or “there’s no difference.” Other times, Ghost critiques her progress, giving feedback while she decorates. He points out areas needing more attention or playfully suggests she’s gone overboard elsewhere. In return, Riot replies with a firm yet joking, “Go on; you do it then”, and shuts him up.

She lifts one final piece into the air and shows it to Ghost—the Christmas tree topper.

“Seems that I’m too short to reach the top,” she pouts.

“Nonsense,” he whispers and stands up. “It’s the tree that’s too tall.”

He walks towards her, grabs her waist, and lifts her up.

“Now I get why the captain assigned me for the heavy-duty stuff,” he says.

“Drop me, and I’ll stick you up there instead of the topper.” She warns him, chuckling. “Take one more step forward, please.”

Ghost does as told, and Riot places the topper at the top. She adjusts it and lightly taps Ghost’s hand to put her down. They take a few steps back and marvel at the result.

“What do you think?” Riot asks, still looking at the tree.

“Seems alright.” Ghost shrugs. “Should we turn the lights on?”

“No,” Riot replies. “I want all of them to be here when we do it.”

He turns to look at her and nods. She meets his gaze and smiles.

“Thank you for lifting me up.” She says.

“No,” he replies. “Thank you for lifting me up.”

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[respectthepetty]

Peaceful Property - Wild Ass Theories

First and foremost, is nobody questioning the cage that was on the stage when Home was a kid? Because that is a cage, right? Right?

Theory #1 - Grandpa is the last ghost

Home inherited twelve properties, and we have twelve episodes, so we get a property an episode. His grandfather wanted a traditional 100-day grieving period before his ashes would be scattered at the little house, so the Scooby Doo Gang has 100 days to wrap this up since I think the grandpa will be the last ghost.

Theory # 2 - Home and Kan are related

I can't win prizes if I don't play games, and I think these two are related because 1) it would be funny that Home was trying to hit on Kan to begin with but also because 2) the grandpa's first wife had a three-year old daughter when he married her, then when his first wife passed away, he remarried and had two kids, one who is Home's parent, and the other is Home's uncle. There are a lot of gaps here because where is Home's other parent?

Plus the colors are coloring, especially for Kan, who is neutral color-coded up until now.

I've stated it every week, but Kan is not who she appears to be, because, Thai folks, correct me if I'm wrong, but all the names tie into the person. Home needs to find a home. Peach (food) needs to start cooking again. Ride needed to finish his last ride. Rak (beautiful) wanted to feel beautiful again. Pangpang (amazing) needs to be awesome. Even Best, if going off Pangpang's comments, needs to be the best. Which is why I don't think Kan is who she is because what does her name gotta do with anything? She is after something, and is it finding her parents? Her sibling? WHAT?!

She is always off doing something else when the ghost starts ghosting, so she has other plans, and I want to know what they are!

Theory #3 - Kan's ghost is from her childhood

Everyone has a ghost. Home's is his grandpa and Peach's is whoever is in this picture with him and Best.

And Kan is being haunted by . . . a parent? A sibling? Someone from her childhood? Which is why she doesn't believe in ghosts because if they existed, she thinks her ghost would have already visited her, but they didn't. Not yet at least.

We know Kan has a sweet tooth because she eats sugar at the table during dinner and pours more into her meal.

She sits in the car with her sucker in episode three.

In episode two, she couldn't decide which sucker to get in the store.

And in the trailer, a ghost seems to be handing her a sucker, but she seems younger here. If Kan had seen a ghost when she was younger, she wouldn't be skeptical now, so this is Kan seeing her ghost and reliving her childhood.

Which would make my Kan and Home are related theory better if Kan believed her parent went missing due to Home's family which is why she is investigating them, but both of them actually lost a parent in childhood because they had the same parent!

Girl also knows how to lay a wig, so I think she had to work from an early age since she didn't have a parent.

Don't ask too many questions or the theory falls apart. Just go with it!

Theory #4 - This is a BL without being a BL for a reason

Heteronormativity was the issue this week. The Scooby Doo Gang almost missed Thansai being the recipient of Ride's gift because she is trans, and they were overlooking that. And what Ride was gifting her was a home.

Then, Peach popped this banger out of his mouth without hesitation that even if Ride and Thansai weren't able to be together romantically, they were still each other's family.

And of course Pangpang gave us this golden nugget of saying Peach and Home were the mom and dad of the family.

But also, Rak had a husband that the gang didn't even consider, and when the husband shared his story, he said he had done what he could to help her move on, but their love wasn't the focus.

So what happens when red + blue combine?

They make purple.

I'm giving the show too much credit only three episodes in, but is the love less meaningful because it isn't explicitly stated? Is the relationship overlooked because it doesn't fit the standard of what we expect? The story doesn't need to state it's a BL for us to know they are in love, which is why the show isn't a BL.

This show is giving us VISUALS! Like Rak with the wig.

The uncle and the past that is haunting him.

And Ride's head cut off in the mirror, but also being told his face is too serious, so he finally smiles in the end when he delivers his gift.

Kan doesn't believe in ghosts because she hasn't seen one, but she is ignoring everything in front of her. We are being told every episode to believe what we see by the visuals.

We need to believe what is right in front of us and quit overlooking it simply because it doesn't fit the norm or isn't the sole focus.

They are in love.

[mouwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - Breaking Up With Them

Characters: Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Tim/Masky

Nina the Killer

She approaches you one day, eyes puffy and red from crying

She breaks the news that she wants to separate pretty bluntly

“Y/n. I want to break up.”

She has to be quick because the second she opens her mouth, the tears are going to start again

She’ll be apologizing, telling you that you’re really awesome and attractive, you’re just not the one for her

If you let her she’ll hug you, burying her face in your shoulder

Your shirt will get stained with makeup

After a while she’ll pull away, sniffling, and ask if you hate her

If/when you say no, she just nods solemnly and hugs you again

When she’s finally ready to stop hugging you, she’ll offer to help you gather your things

If you forget anything she won’t have a problem texting you about it, or even bringing it to you herself

She’ll probably still want to be friends, but distant ones

Like, you’ll keep tabs on each other every now and again, and you’ll be friendly when you see each other, but you’re not exactly besties

She keeps the gifts you’ve given to her, as well as the Polaroid photos you’ve taken together

Even when she’s over you, she likes to look back and remember the good times you had together

Jane the Killer

Sends a “we need to talk” text first

She’ll tell you to meet her somewhere private and secluded

When you get there her face is creased with pain, but she’s firm and steady as she explains why she wanted to meet up

She stands a good distance away while she speaks

Her arms are crossed, but eventually it becomes obvious that she’s trying to hold herself as comfort

Tears may come to her eyes, but they won’t fall

If you take it well, she’ll approach and hold out her hand for a handshake

But as you get close, she’ll change her mind on a whim and yank you into a rough hug that’s over before you even realize it happened

Then, with a single sharp sniffle, she’ll wish you the best and walk away

“Have a good life, Y/n.”

She won’t contact you again

If you see her after, she’s going to avoid you at all costs

It’s just too awkward and painful for her

She probably purges everything you gave her in a fit of rage at some point

Everything but something super small, like a bracelet or something

She keeps it locked away, out of sight, out of mind (mostly)

Occasionally she’ll find it and stare for a while, reflecting on your relationship

Then she’ll shove it away again and try to forget she saw it

Clockwork

She’ll try to find you alone

Somewhere quiet where you can talk and think in privacy

She might startle you a bit by jumping straight in

She doesn’t even announce her presence first

“We should break up.”

Her expression looks relaxed to the untrained eye, but you see how tired she is

She’ll try to have a civil conversation, making plans with you to execute your separation

She wants to make the process as smooth as possible, which means no emotions allowed

She saves those for your last goodbye

While she’ll be totally cold and serious throughout the whole breakup, she’ll cry when you see each other for the last time

She’ll hug you tight and tell you how much she loved you

Then she’ll wish you the best, and tell you that if you need anything you can text her

Honestly she hopes you won’t

It’s really hard for her to restrain her emotions around you, but she forces herself to do exactly that

That’s why she won’t want to see you much anymore

She puts everything that reminds her of you in a box, but she can’t make herself get rid of it

It sits in her attic, collecting dust, just like her suppressed emotions towards you

Jeff the Killer

I see him as the type to break up mid-argument

Like, in the heat of the moment, he just shouts:

“That’s it! We’re over!”

Even if it’s was small, if breaking up is something he’s been thinking about, he’ll use the argument as an excuse to do it

He won’t elaborate much; he doesn’t want to expose himself like that

After the argument, he’s really cold, but not particularly aggressive

Like, he’ll help you pack your things calmly, but he’s not going to comfort you in any way

When you actually leave he walks you to the door and just says “bye” before closing it

He immediately blocks you on all platforms

Yet he’s too “lazy” to delete all the pictures of you off his phone, or to get rid of the gifts you’ve given to him

Sometimes he finds himself staring longingly at them, wondering if he made the right choice

His finger has hovered over the “unblock” button several times

Yet if someone brings you up in conversation, he scoffs and turns his head distastefully

Might even talk a little trash about you

(He’s still trying to convince himself that breaking up was a good decision)

If he sees you though…

He’s frozen, staring at you, more doubtful of himself than ever

Eventually he just looks away, too stubborn to address his feelings

It takes him a very long time, but he finally realizes that he ultimately made the right choice

Eyeless Jack

He’s mortified when he realizes he wants to split up

He feels so bad; he doesn’t want to hurt you

Doesn’t have the courage (or emotional energy tbh) to confront you face to face

So he leaves a letter

It’s multiple pages and very gentle and emotional

He makes it clear how he feels about you, restating multiple times how delightful you are, but that you’re just not for him

He’s probably already packed your things, but he tells you to grab anything else you want

He’ll disappear for several days, letting you sort yourself out

He’ll answer if you text though

It might take him a moment if it’s an emotional text, but he’ll just reiterate what he said in the letter

To be fair, it was a very thorough letter that he wrote with the intention of you having no such questions

But if it’s something practical, like “where is my toothbrush” or something, he’ll respond really quickly

That’s pretty much how it is afterwards

He’ll answer your texts if you need something, but he’s not looking to keep emotional ties

He might keep a few things to remind him of you, but he’ll get rid of most of them

Like Nina, he wants to remember the good times

He’ll probably be alone for a long time after, so the memories you gave him are ones he’ll treasure forever, even though he doesn’t love you anymore

Tim/Masky

Does it over text

He just can’t bring himself to face you

But he doesn’t want to leave a letter either; he wants you to be able to respond

He’ll be very blunt and to the point, but he’ll be dodgy when answering your questions

He doesn’t want to be vulnerable like that

The only things he will expose are that he did love you and that he thinks you’re a good person

He’ll only say it once though

After that he’s focused on planning

If/when you meet up to collect your things, he doesn’t say much

Honestly he just acts weirdly normal

Like, he’ll help you pack it up and carry it out

Then, before you leave, he says (astonishingly casually, as if you weren’t in the middle of a breakup):

“That everything? Yeah? Okay. Bye, Y/n.”

He’s acting like you had a healthy breakup when you really didn’t

It’s because he’s already bottled everything up

Maybe it’ll spill when the going gets rough, but he’s not going to touch it if he can help it

He’s already shoved your memorabilia in a box that he keeps in his basement, and he’s not planning on opening it

Yet its presence burns in his mind from time to time, driving him to push his emotions down even further

Sorry if I broke your wee hearts my loves :( but thanks for reading!! Take care of yourselves <3

[zweetpea]

The Hatchling and The Cursed Princess

For @liuaneee

Once upon a time there was a princess-

“Hold on hold on! That’s so cliche!” Scara had the audacity to interrupt me. Anyway so it all started a long time ago-

“Audacity? This is my love story!”

Excuse you? Boy sit down before I make you sleep on the couch!

Anyway… where was I?

“Not so long ago?” He reminded.

Fine (¬_¬) it wasn’t so long ago. An old witch had been snubbed- really? Not gonna say anything?

“Nah, you’re spitting facts.”

Okay so the old hag had not been invited to the baby shower of the princess. 6 other Mages and their familiars were invited. They all gave the princess lovely gifts.

Venti and the dragon of the Winds gave the princess a beautiful voice. Zhongli and the drake of the Earth gave the princess the gift of loyalty. Nahida and the Aranara of the Flora gave the princess an exceptional mind (both brilliant and wise). Furina and the dragon of the Waters gave her beauty both inside and out. Murata and her dragon of flames gave her strength of will. And The Tsarista and her jester gave her true love.

Everyone was- boy what are you smirking at?

“nothing.” Scara barely tried to hid his smirk. “Hey! Don’t call me out.” He chuckled.

Anyway everyone was laughing and cheering and just when all the gifts had been handed out the Witch of the land far far away had appeared in a cloud of purple mist.

“A party? Without me?” She glared at the king and queen.

“We were very frightened.” Thanks mom. Note the sarcasm.

So the old ugly witch walked over to the king and queen who held their baby. Her familiar the Kitsune of lightning sat on her shoulder. She held out her hand and recited a spell.

“On the girl’s 20th birthday she will prick herself on an Electrograna thorn and die!”

Everyone cried out in horror as she summoned a strike of lightning and disappeared. The king and queen were devastated. They resolved not to loose their baby so they burned all the electrograna in the land and kept their baby under 24 hour surveillance at the castle.

“Because seriously, who decides “oh yeah let’s keep her safe by sending her away where we can’t look after her”?” Scara spitting facts there.

So the princess grew up surrounded by love and protection. One day she met an adorable cat, his fur the color of midnight. “Hello little kitty.” She said and in response the kitty nuzzled his face into her hand. “I’m gonna keep you.” She picks him up and walks into her room. She named the cat midnight after its beautiful black fur.

She’d sneak him lots of fish but after a few days the cat revealed his true form as a young boy around the same age as her.

“please no more fish.” He whined. “No I didn’t!”

Yes you did!

“I do not whine.”

Fine you begged. “I don’t do that either!”

Do you want to tell the story?

“gladly. She fell in love at first sight with me and my awesome powers-”

Okay that’s enough! The cat boy asked for something other than fish.

“acceptable.”

So the princess and the boy snuck through the castle to get the boy some bread and eggs. “Midnight. Why are you human.”

“Mine name isn’t Midnight. It’s… Scaramouche.”

“Nice to meet your Scara.” She shook his hand.

“Nice for you to meet me too princess.” They smiled at each other.

Over the years the two of them became the closest of friends. She watched him study magic. And he would do tricks for her.

Around her 20th birthday-

“Wait wait wait! You’re going to skip 15 years?! But so much happened in that time! The time I almost died falling out of a tree and you caught me. The time I transformed into a black leopard and mauled a guy for kissing you. Your 18th birthday-”

We are not going to mention my 18th birthday.

“You looked pretty in pink lace though.”

Scara! Do not be a perv right now! Anyway it was around the princess’s 20th birthday-

“Okay skip the best part of that day but tell the rest of that story at least!”

The- the best part!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BEST PART!!

“just saying.”

Stop being a perv or get out!

“Okay I’ll stop but tell the rest of the story!”

Okay, okay. “My dear scara comes back today!” The princess cheered as she ran through the halls. He had left three years before to go to this magic academy.

After the “incident” with him-

“the third greatest moment in my life.”

The princess and- third!?

“First is a three way tie between our wedding and the kids births”

So what’s the second?

“Our wedding night.”

Wipe that smirk off your face! Anyway the princess came to properly greet her friend after three years of being apart. Only to find another girl snuggling up to him, he however didn’t look all that pleased to be there.

“Scara? Who’s this?” Her smile was strained.

“I’m Mona. I’m courting him.” She said with a smirk.

“No she’s not!” “Well she wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t want her to.”

I know Scara. Anyway the princess smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you Mona. I didn’t know women could court me.”

“It’s probably not something you need to think about considering you’ll have an arranged marriage. Who’s the viscount you’ll be marrying?” She asked insincerely.

“It’s me- “considering what happened this morning.”

Hey! I’m trying to tell the story.

“Well I remember what I said that day.”

Stop interrupting me! Anyway Scara assured the princess Mona was just a classmate. Barely an acquaintance of his.

Anyway on the-

“You’re not going to talk about how you beat the crap out of Mona when she kissed me?”

I did that to avenge you after her assault.

“It was just a kiss.”

That happened without your consent! That’s assault! Anyway So on the princess’s 20th birthday her parents held a party for her.

“My dear Scara. I do hope you’ll accompany me to my Party tonight.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He looked away ashamed. “Shut up.”

You did. Anyway the princess responded, “But, I really want to share this moment with you. Mother and Father said that after Tonight I could roam the world as I please. Tonight is my last night in the palace for a while. Plus I want the first face of the night to go to you. Please?”

“Fine.” He said against his better judgment.

“I thought it was worth it when she gave me a hug right after.” Cut it out you cheese ball.

It was later that night and the princess had dressed up in a beautiful purple dress to match Scaramouche’s purple suit. He took her hand in the ball room as many of the older nobles gasped and glared. She didn’t care, she was having the time of her life in his arms. Stop smirking Scara. Anyway after the dance the monarchs tore their daughter away from him.

“Get away from her you monster!” The King yelled.

“Father what are you doing?!”

“Sweetheart you don’t know what you’re doing. This is Kunikuzushi. He’s the son of The Witch Raiden! His mother cursed you to die today!” The king explained.

“Well he’s not her! He didn’t curse me!” She exclaimed. “I want him here!”

“WHY?!” The king exclaimed in terror.

“Because I love him!” The ballroom fell silent upon her declaration.

“I- I should go.” Scara looked down and walked away curling in on himself.

“Scara wait!” The princess called to him but it was too late. She started to run after him, but the guards kept her in place. “Let me go father!”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I do! I love him! I can’t live without him!” She shouted.

“You said that?” Shut up.

She slipped away from the guards and ran out to look for him. “Scara! Scaramouche! Come back please!” But it was too late. He was gone and she was taken back to her room by the guards.

After a while of the princess crying a woman appeared on her balcony. “My my. What a cute little pet my son has.” She came over to the princess.

“Stay away!” She scooted to the back of her bed.

“tsk tsk tsk. Silly girl I’m here to help. Your father slighted me 20 years ago and when I called him out for it he made up lies about me. Why do you think you’ve never heard anyone tell you about a curse before?”

“I… I don’t know?”

“You said you love my baby, right?”

“I do! I love Scara- Kuni more than anything. More than my own life.”

The witch grinned at this. “Then give me your hand and I shall take you to him.” Without a second thought the princess reached out and took the witch’s hand.

“ow!” She shrieked as the witch revealed a small Electrograna thorn in her hand. The world became dark. The witch cackled as she ran everyone else out of the castle.

A few hours later Scara showed up to save the princess! It wasn’t easy and (he had to kill his mom who’d turned herself into a dragon) but it was worth it in the end.

Until he got to the tower and saw her lying on the ground. He tried an assortment of different spells to revive her. He hadn’t known one had worked and so he held her in his arms and placed one kiss on her lips. A final farewell to his love.

“That’s weak for a first kiss. How about you come over here and give me a proper one?”

“You’re alive!” He exclaimed and hugged her.

“All thanks to you.” She kissed him again.

“Okay why is what I did fine but what Mona did is Assault?” I told you I loved you a few hours beforehand, you had my consent. You always have my consent to kiss me.

Anyway so the King and Queen came back and accepted Scaramouche as one of their own citizens. Then a few months later the two got married.

“And that is how your father and I got together.”

Bonus:

“Happy birthday Mama!” The children cheered in unison. Their mother opened up the box to find a Lolita style pink lacy dress. They had the idea because of what their dad said in the story. However he was referring to different garments at the time, though they’d have no way of knowing that.

Needless to say she was not pleased.

[mustainegf]

😊😊james fluff and u get him a little kitten for his birthday/christmas wtv and he treats it like a baby

this is just about the cutest thing i think i've ever written

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 ¹⁹⁸⁵

Christmas night in the Metallica house in 1985. Stockingless, the five of us huddled around the small, scraggly tree that we could scrape up. There were no Christmas lights, or ornaments, just a tiny little tree Cliff and I had hauled inside. James stuck an empty beer can on the top, claiming it was the star. It wasn't much, but it was ours, and that made it special enough.

James, Lars, Kirk, Cliff, and I had been living together for about a year, every penny they made went toward the band. Christmas wasn't really a feasible option for any of us, yet we still managed to get each other a few small presents.

"Alright, who's first?" Lars rubbed his hands together with a grin. He always had this look in his eye, like he knew something we didn't.

"I'll go," Kirk volunteered, pulling a small, poorly wrapped package from behind his back. "It's for you, Lars."

Lars ripped off the wrapping paper, revealing a packet little gold earrings. "Dude, thanks! I always lose mine," he said, oddly, but genuinely pleased.

Next came Cliff. He handed a small, fiat package to Kirk. Inside was a collection of horror movie posters. "I know you love this stuff, I had a cousin who didn't want 'em no more," Cliff said with a mellow smile.

Kirk's eyes lit up. "Man, these are awesome! Thanks, Cliff. Check out this Dracula one! Fuck yeah!"

I enjoyed watching the guys exchange their presents. Then it was my turn.

"I got something for James," I said, feeling some nervous flutter in my stomach.

James looked at me with his bright blue eyes, his expression curious. "What is it?" he asked, grinning.

"Hang on, I need to get it from the other room," I said and dashed off to take the small box. I had been building up to this for weeks, I had found the perfect gift.

It had only been a few months ago that James and I were out for a walk when we came upon somebody's cat wandering around the streets. James knelt down, cooing at the cat, stroking her, and cuddling with love that gave away just how much he adored the animal, even though he had never admitted it. The memory of this Incident had remained in my mind, and now, with my eyes on this kitten, I just knew this had to be his.

I gingerly took the box that was full of holes and headed back into the front room. I juggled my grasp on the shaking box, making the guys raise their eyebrows.

"What's in the box?" Lars asked, bending over to get a closer look.

"Open it and find out," I told James, holding it out to him.

James took the box, and as he felt it move, he froze. "What…?"

All the guys stared in curiosity and confusion. James turned around eyeing me with a cautious look, turning to open the box, gently tugging at the cardboard as the box wobbled. A little black kitten poked its head out, mewing softly.

James just melted there, his eyes wide with shock, as well as instant love. He scooped the little kitten up into his arms, cradling him like a precious jewel to the world. "Oh my God," he whispered, smooching the kitten's head all over.

"Seriously, a cat?" Lars laughed, shaking his head. "You are such a goddamn softie, Hetfield."

"Shut up, Lars," James replied, but he was smiling. He was too thrilled to be harassed. He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling. "Is it a dude or a chick?"

"It's a boy," I told him while chuckling, feeling warm inside when his face lit up.

James thought for a moment, then grinned. "I'm gonna name him Snowball."

We all burst out laughing. "Snowball? Really? The cat is jet black, dumbass" Cliff chuckled.

"Yeah, Snowball," James said nodded, but he was laughing, too. "He is mine."

The teasing continued, but James didn't mind a bit. He was head over heels in love with the tiny kitten and picked him up, kissing him all over. Snowball squirmed just a bit but seemed quite content in James' arms.

James with Snowball was the sweetest thing I had ever seen. He acts so hard on the outside, but he has such a big heart. He was so full of happiness and love to give

What remained of the night was laughter and joy. The guys continued to rag on James and his new kitten, but he didn't mind one bit.

Snowball was now cozily nestled in James' lap, purring away as the night rolled on. Across from me, James's eyes overflowed with gratitude. "Thank you," his lips silently mouthed, his fingers buried in snowballs black fur.

[devildomwriter]

“…Excuse me? You don’t know TSL? And you call yourself a human?! Just how clueless ARE you?! How could you not know?! Just the fact that you don’t know TSL alone is proof that you’ve been wasting your life! So, I’m going to do you a favor and teach you about TSL. Make sure you pay attention! The Tale of the Seven Lords, otherwise known as TSL, is a series of fantasy novels written by Christopher Peugeot. It’s a heroic epic spanning 138 volumes, and it’s the most widely-read fantasy series in the world. There are even theatrical versions, an animated series, and feature films, too. And it’s been translated into a total of 182 different languages. The 1990s theatrical version was an utter disaster, owing to the fact that they added several characters that were NOT present in the original manuscript. At the time I was like, “this producer totally needs to crawl into a hole and die!” But then the 2015 version came out, and it was AMAZING! Better than amazing! If you ask me, it showed that needlessly cramming a female lead in there alongside Henry was a bad idea. That’s not what he needs. What he NEEDS is a friend who really understands him, and the 2015 version proved that.

Also, the most vital element of the story is that each of the Seven lords is so unique. They’re all so interesting in their own peculiar way. That’s what makes TSL so great! The lords are all brothers…the oldest is called the Lord of Corruption. He doesn’t come across as being so bad at first, but he’s always plotting and planning in secret. The second oldest is the Lord of Fools, a scumbag who’ll do anything for money. The third oldest is called the Lord of Shadow, a brooding recluse. The fourth oldest is known as the Lord of Masks. He masquerades as a high-status, upstanding member of society, but underneath it all, he’s an inhumane monster. The fifth oldest, the Lord of Lechery, only ever thinks of sex. The sixth oldest is the Lord of Flies, and he only ever thinks of food. The seventh oldest, called the lord of Emptiness. He’s weird…you never know what’s running through his head! It seems most people like the oldest lord, the lord of corruption, the best. Everyone always talks about how great he is. But not me. I like the third Lord way more. Of course, I like Henry too. He’s the protagonist. He’s almost as great as the third lord. The second Lord is total scum, a hopeless degenerate that leads a life of extravagance and indulgence. He’s always causing trouble for the third lord. He’s got these magical pigs that can give birth to solid gold piglets, and he treasures them above all else. So Henry goes and talks to the pigs, and using his wit and powers of persuasion, he convinces them to leave with him. Then, he leads every last one of them away, and presents them to the third lord as a gift! Wow…I mean, they’re SUCH GOOD FRIENDS you can almost feel it! It’s enough to make you cry! Oh, and then there’s that one really awesome moment when the two of them realize they both like and respect each other, and they high-five! I just LOVE that part, you know? I wish I could have a moment like that. …I wish I could be like the third lord. I may be a recluse like him, but we’re totally different, because he’s got an amazing friend like Henry. Check it out. See that goldfish in the fish tank there? He’s actually named Henry. I love TSL so much that I couldn’t help naming him after the main character. But I cant really high-five a goldfish, can I?

The original author of TSL, Christopher Peugeot, he’s actually a human, you know? That’s why I’m so jealous of you guys. Humans are so lucky, you’ve got subscription services that let you watch your favorite anime anytime, you can go to Akihabara whenever you want… Why do only you guys get to experience all the good stuff? I mean, humans’ whole concept of pleasure originally came from us demons, you know? We gave it to you. So, why can’t we have a little bit of it back now, huh? I mean, I want to be able to go to a Japanese maid café, too. I want to hear the maids welcome me as if I’m the master of the house, and have them draw ketchup hearts on my fried rice omelette, to experience the magic of it all. I want to cosplay as Henry, and then go stand in the center of Akihabara, or maybe that one building in Tokyo that’s shaped like upside-down triangles. And once I’m there, I want to perform Henry’s super-powerful signature finishing move for all to see and say the incantation that goes with it. I want to shout it at the top of my lungs!...Actually you know what? I want to BE Henry.”

— Leviathan’s longest TSL rant (Chapter 1-13)

[evieismol]

Big Bend - Chapter Three - Roommates

Cw: language

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Zoey

I flopped down on my new bed. It was harder than most probably would have liked, but I'd never been picky. I'd just finished unpacking, and despite it being barely past noon, I already felt exhausted. 

Then again, I'd had an eventful past twenty four hours. I'd spent more than half that time driving through Texas. I'd arrived at an entirely unfamiliar and new place, one where I didn't know anyone. 

Well, I guess I know at least one person now. Technically two. 

I thought back to my meeting with Easton the night before. After he'd gotten John, the IMA agent had gotten in touch with my supervisor, Anne, who gave me directions to the HR office. After that, she'd showed me to the employee housing dorms, informing me that my roommate would be arriving tomorrow. Today, now. I'd never actually had a random roommate before. All I presently knew about my future living partner was that her name was Penelope, and she was a vampire. 

That seemed like it boded well, at least, because while vampires weren’t actually unable to go in the sunlight, they did prefer the night, and I was something of a night owl myself. Hopefully I at least wouldn't be bothering anyone if I stayed up late reading or knitting. 

I continued to stare at my ceiling as I mulled over everything that had happened - and was about to happen. I actually found myself beginning to drift to sleep, and I might have, had it not been for a knock on my door. I sat up, sliding off my bed. Making my way to the door, I pulled it open. 

A girl about my age stood there. She had long, dark brown hair, and tan, flawless skin. Anne stood next to her. 

“Zoey! I hope you've had a chance to get settled. This is Penelope. Penelope, Zoey.” 

I extended my hand. She shook it. Her hand was cold, but not unpleasantly so. 

“It's nice to meet you,” I said. 

“You too! I think this summer is going to be so fun!” She said, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “I love your pants, by the way.” she gestured down to the patchwork pants I was wearing. 

“Well, I'll let you two get to know each other,” Anne said. She gave us both one more smile, then turned to head down the hallway. 

“So, Anne said you're also working at the gift shop?” Penelope asked, pulling her two suitcases into the room. 

I nodded. “Yeah. You too?” 

“Yep! I've never done anything like this before - gotta say, I wasn't expecting it to be so remote out here! How are you liking it so far?” 

I was already getting the impression that Penelope was far more outgoing than me. 

“It's alright,” I said. “Can I help with luggage or anything?” 

“Nah, I'm good. This is everything - I left most of my stuff at my parents for the summer. So, what brought you out here?” 

I shrugged. “Just needed a job, and I saw this one online. You?” 

That was a highly abbreviated version of the events that had led up to me working at the park, but it wasn't technically a lie. 

“My best friend Angie got a job as a park ranger here - she's been working as a ranger at different parks for like, five years now - and I wasn't doing anything this summer, so we thought it would be super fun if I applied to a job at the gift shop! Ooh, speaking of which, would you mind if she came over in a few?” 

I shook my head. “Not at all.” 

“Awesome! She's on her way over!” 

I briefly wondered what she was going to do if I'd said no, given that it seemed she'd already told Angie it was fine. I didn't dwell on it beyond mild amusement, though. Penelope was already continuing. 

“You know, I've never been to Texas before. There's just so much desert out there! Where are you from?” 

“Connecticut, originally. But I've been living in Seattle the past few years.” 

“I’ve only been there like twice, but it seemed like a cool city,” Penelope said. “What brought you over there?” 

“A relationship. It didn't work out.” 

Thankfully, Penelope seemed to pick up the reluctance in my coffee, as she pivoted away from the subject. “That sucks. Angie and I are both from Colorado. Denver. I’ve lived there pretty much my whole life. I'm pretty sure she's lived too many places to count, on the other hand.” 

Another knock on the door interrupted Penelope. She spun around. 

“That's probably her! You'll love her, she's the best!” 

Penelope opened the door. Two people stood there, both about our age. The first was a tall, slim young woman with curly black hair and dark brown skin. The second was a young man with sandy colored hair and a tan that almost matched. 

“Angie!” Penelope exclaimed, pulling the girl into a hug. Angie returned it. When they parted, she gestured to the man. 

“Do you remember Dave? I worked with him a couple years back at Yosemite.” 

“Of course I remember Dave! How have you been?” 

Dave seemed to be more on the reserved side. Especially compared to Penelope. “Can’t complain,” he said. “You?” 

“Pretty good! Oh, this is Zoey! She’s working at the gift shop too! Zoey, this is my best friend Angie, and her friend Dave.” 

“Hi,” I said. I gave what felt like an awkward wave. 

“Do you guys wanna come in?” Penelope asked. 

“Sure!” Angie accepted her invitation enthusiastically. 

“Okay, so, you guys have to tell me everything. What’s the secret mission like? How’s it going? Have you met him yet?” As Dave and Angie entered the room, Penelope asked them a barrage of questions. I, for my part, had taken a seat on my bed. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Secret mission?” 

Angie and Dave exchanged a glance. 

“It’s not really a secret mission,” Angie began. “The Park Service is…taking part in a diplomatic experiment, sorta? Maybe you heard about how they were going to hire someone from Aphiria?”

I nodded. 

“Well, higher ups thought it would be a good idea if there was a core group of humans that mostly work with said Aphirial, to give everyone some stability.” 

“And that’s them!” Penelope interjected. “So, have you met him?” 

“Yeah,” Dave said flatly. 

“What's he like?” 

“He seems nice. Uh, his name's Easton. He was like a botanist on Aphiria I guess?” Angie responded.

“Is he really that giant? Like, bigger than a Tyastron?” Penelope asked. 

“Oh yeah. Very much so,” Angie said. “I'm sure you guys will meet him sooner or later, working here.” 

“...I met him last night, actually,” I said. 

Angie looked surprised. Dave, meanwhile, had unreadable expression. If I had to guess, it was somewhere between disdain and unease. 

“How'd that go?” He asked. 

“It was kind of fortunate, really, because I was super lost when I got here, and he got John to get in touch with Annie for me. He did seem really nice.” 

“So I'm the only one who hasn't met him? Dammit!” Penelope exclaimed. 

Angie laughed. “Seriously, I'm sure you will soon enough. He's kind of hard to miss.” 

 “I didn't realize how giant Aphirials really were,” I said in agreement. “I mean, I guess that's kind of a no shit statement, because they are giants, but-” 

“It's totally different in person?” Angie guessed. 

I nodded. “Yeah.” 

“I thought the same thing,” she replied. “Which I guess is probably to be expected, cus I don't think very many of us have met an Aphirial.” 

That was probably an understatement. Not only had I not met an Aphirial, I'd never even met anyone who'd met one. As far as I knew, at least. In fact, the only times I'd heard of them prior to this were one of three places. 

The first were horror movies and stories; there was pretty much a film genre dedicated to them, and they tended to pop up in urban legends fairly frequently too. I didn't know anyone who had actually met one, but I knew plenty of people who's fourth cousin's ex-wife's disowned sister's mailman (or something of that nature) had been killed or kidnapped by one. I'd always put as much stock in those stories as I did any other urban legends, which was to say, very little. 

The second was the occasional conspiracy video that pulled up in my recommended feeds. I didn't put much stock in those either. 

The third, and probably most boring, were mentions on the news. Usually just some aside about a new political agreement or diplomatic occurrence with their planet. They seemed to mostly keep to themselves across the galaxies, and it was only recently they'd started having more formal and frequent communication with other planet. 

After last night, I was fairly sure the massive size difference played at least some role in that. Humans, and other human sized earth dwellers, had gotten lucky when we'd become space faring - it turned out that we were pretty much average sized amongst other beings. There was some variation, to be sure, but it was usually within a couple of feet. Tyastrons were already considered giants at only a fraction of the height of an Aphirial. That probably meant our resources weren't particularly tempting to them, leaving little motivation to interact with other planets for much of history. Recent various galactic alignments had finally given some motivation in terms of not wanting to be the odd one out, from what I had heard. 

“God, that sounds so cool. I can't wait to meet him.” Penelope interrupted my thoughts. “Do you think he could pick up a car? A bus? Imagine being able to pick up a bus! That would be so freaky.” 

I thought I saw Dave shift slightly at that comment, but I wasn't sure. And even if I had been, I doubted it was my place to question that. 

I did, however, find myself wondering just how he'd ended up part of this “secret mission” if the unease I sensed was related to Easton. 

Next

[xcloudguardian]

Okay coz so far very few to none of the Movie events are canon events in the detective conan franchise. One of the biggest of these is Kaito knowing Conan's identity in the movies, yet it's not yet confirmed for the manga/anime.

HUGE SPOILER ALERT FOR MOVIE 27

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So movie 27 just dropped smth that probably shocked me the most. No, I was among those who sort of believe that toichi and yusaku are related. But still, having a theory you've been holding onto for a while getting confirmed IS A BIG THING. BIG I SAY.

But, going back to my first point, how much of the Movie canon so far are also considered to be main story canon?? Though I also doubt we'd just get a bomb that could never be more direct like that only for it to be called "movie canon only" later on.

Then again, that's one theory out of the way. Tho ig, it also somehow brought more questions like

1. Srsly yusaku, you've been married for almost 20 years and Yukiko knows nothing of this? He knows his brother is Kaito kid. They also showed that he knows "Kaito kid" was Yukiko and vermouth's disguise tutor. What's with u yusaku 😭

2. Can we confirm that Yusaku indeed knows the true identity of Kaito kid years ago?

3. Can we say then that the main reason he's not reporting/catching Kaito kid then is because he's his brother? 😂

4. Is yusaku aware of what actually happened to him? does he know whether his twin is alive or not? Are we getting another "my brother faked his death, gotta keep this secret from our other relatives". Are we getting an akai brothers situation, or the morofushi brothers'?? 🫠😭

5. Obviously toichi was aware of shinichi, which makes me doubt Yusaku doesn't have a knowledge about HIS own nephew (Kaito). But these brothers really kept each other's identity from their families omagdgxhskwlkq you're not convincing me they simply 'forgot' to tell. Given that tho, did yusaku check up on his brother's fam from time to time after the incident? Or no coz he knows toichi is looking after them (supposing he knows he's alive and looking in the shadows xD)

6. Is yusaku aware that his nephew Kaito is the current Kaito kid??

Bonus:

7. Did toichi really just stole a sword, a national artifact, and gave it as a gift to his brother? 😂

I feel like I have a lot more to add on the list but that's roughly it. I hope they'd reveal everything to us clearly one day coz, I just finished watching the movie and I swear it was awesome. But that after credit was really just a huge bomb to me that it ain't leaving my mind, hence this blog too xDD aoyama-san you little—

[mcswbkia]

This is a little one shot In put together in the Universe of "I'll ride in this life with you" from @sassenach082 ! Hope you enjoy :)

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"Bradley?!" Ice called from down the stairs. It was almost time for dinner so he wanted to call the five year old downstairs.

"Bradley?!" Ice called again. When he still got no response, Ice made his way up the stairs. He was getting a little worried now.

"Bradley?" Ice asked again when he gently pushed the door of his bedroom open. Ice saw a flash of something disappearing under the bed, a spooked Bradley turning towards Ice.

"What have you got there, baby Goose?" Ice asked smiling.

"Nothing" Bradley lied.

"Don't lie, baby Goose. That's not polite" Ice said sternly.

"Now what have you got there?" Ice continued with a smile. Bradley sighed.

"It's a surprise" He said and got on his knees and grabbed something from under his bed. It was a cardboard F-14 that was painted grey. There was one black dot with white and red stripes and one red dot with white and blue stripes, where the pilot and his RIO would be seated.

"It's a gift for Mav. For Father's day" Bradley said a little shy. Ice almost started crying right then and there. Almost, but he held himself together.

"Oh, Bradley. He'll love it" Ice said fondly to the five year old in front of him.

"Really?" Bradley asked hopeful.

"Absolutely" Ice answered.

"When did you make this, baby Goose?" He asked as well. Bradley smiled.

"I made them at school with Ms. Anderson" the kid beamed.

"It's awesome, baby Goose. Now let's go eat. Mav's hungry" Ice said, picking up the five year old. Bradley giggled.

"So am I"

"Well then it's good that I came to fetch you" Ice smiled. Bradley nodded and they walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Little did Ice know, that Bradley had anotyher, identical, F-14 under his bed. But with a grey dot with blue stripes and a white dot on each side and a grey dot with red stripes and a yellow dot on each side.

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It was a friday night. Ice, Mav and Bradley just had dinner. Ice and Mav were cleaning up and doing the dishes. Bradley had disappeared to his room.

"I'm gonna go get Bradley ready for bed" Mav said once they were almost finished.

"Yeah, I'll finish up around here" Ice nodded. Mav disappeared up the stairs, but quickly returned again.

"What's wrong?" Ice asked, instantly worried.

Mav sprung to attention and said:

"We have orders to wait on the couch from admiral Bradley"

Mav grinned after that and Ice started to laugh.

"You really are an idiot, you know that?" Ice said. Now smiling softly at his wingman.

"But I'm your idiot" Mav grinned.

Ice shook his head and made his way over to the couch. Mav went to sit next to him.

"Are you ready?!" Bradley yelled from upstairs.

"Yes!" Mav yelled back. They heard Bradley storming down the stairs. The five year old appeared in front of them with two boxes in gift wrapper in his hands.

"What's all this, baby Goose?" Mav asked.

"It's a gift. For Father's day" Bradley said smiling. Mav looked a bit surprised by that. Bradley gave Mav one of the boxes.

"Open it" he said. Mav carefully opened the gift wrapper and then the box itself. Inside was the cardboard F-14, Ice had seen Bradley try to hide. Mav instantly teared up.

"Oh, I love it, baby Goose! Thank you" he said and gave the kid a hug. Ice watched the whole encounter fondly.

"What's in the other box, baby Goose?" Mav asked then. Bradley smiled widely and said:

"This one's for Ice!"

"For me?" Ice voiced his surprise. Bradley nodded and gave him the box. Ice opened it carefully. Inside was a cardboard F-14, identical to Mav's, but this one had his and Slider's helmets painted onto it.

"Oh, Bradley" Ice said choked up.

"It's beautiful!" and he pulled the kid, their kid, in his arms.

"I love you, papa" Bradley whispered into Ice's ears.

"I love you too, baby Goose" Ice whispered back.

The cardboard F-14 hung on to Ice's locker ever since.

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That's it! Hope you liked it :)

This is the plane I had in mind for the father's day gifts, but then F-14.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Ready to rec some awesome fics that I read this month!! Feel free to add on with some of your own Bagginshield recs. 😁

April 2024 Rec List

G Rated:

A Dwarven Beauty by bebel_bee (Complete, 4K, 1ch.)- You have to love cultural differences where it comes to the dwarven and hobbit concepts of beauty. Bilbo is getting a bunch of odd comments on his looks that he thinks are derogatory. This is such a fun, quick read with fun misunderstandings and a lovely getting together scene.

Green-Handed by lotus0kid (Complete, 41K, 20ch.)- This was a really fun magical hobbits fic. Under certain conditions, hobbits go "green-handed" which means they can grow anything through touch and that's how Bilbo finds himself one morning. The ending of this fic just gets me with how absolutely enamored Thorin is with Bilbo and his gift.

Ive found Frodo...and he found you? by Lucigoo89 (Complete, 2K, 1ch.)- I need to preface this by saying my house had an entire den of fifteen skunks living under it that we tried to relocate...I absolutely despise skunks. But I gave this a chance for Lucigoo and it was as predicted, completely adorable. Little skunk Frodo wanders off and when Bilbo goes after him, he finds him in a den of badgers, one of whom he knows rather intimately.

T Rated:

Burning Crowns by Morg47 (Complete, 9K, 2ch.)- I read the first chapter when this was just a one-shot craving more and the author didn't disappoint! Infamous thief Bilbo helps the rightful king of Erebor in his assassination attempt of Smaug. I love seeing a confident BAMF Bilbo, and apparently Thorin does too.

Frozen Heart by snowmissus (soul_of_blaze) (WIP, 14K, 5ch.)- This is such a unique AU with a compelling set up. Bilbo has been tasked by Yavanna to try to help Erebor out of its frozen state, and by extension its king. Very fairytale-esque with some great characterizations and interactions, I can't wait for more!

Imbalance by northerntrash (Complete, 10K, 1ch.)- This story genuinely shocked me! In this Hades/Persephone AU, it is Bilbo who is Lord of the Underworld and Thorin who is a plant life god. As cracky as that sounds, it actually legitimately works in this AU as Bilbo and Thorin rely on each other to make themselves better.

There and Not Back Again (or, The Saving of Erebor) by femmbingley (WIP, 178K, 52ch.)- There’s so much to say about this fic. Post-BOTFA dwarven politics where Bilbo has assumed the duties of the consort which makes things more difficult for Dain. I really love the characterizations and I just can’t get enough of this fic!

to feel you like a knife by queerofthedagger (Complete, 23K, 2ch.)- Thorin's POV absolutely shook me at the beginning as he describes seeing his three loved one laid up in cots. After Bilbo saves Thorin's life, he wakes up to find his memories prior to Laketown are gone. It was so well paced and absolutely delicious in angst with a happy ending.

M Rated:

Backs to the Wall by Conkers (WIP, 124K, 24ch.)- I held off on this fic for a long time, not because I was worried I wasn’t going to enjoy it, but because I knew how much it would have me foaming at the mouth. Missing the deadline, the Company splits up at Laketown with Thorin, Dwalin, Nori, and Bilbo remaining to earn some coin. I’m beside myself with the gentle, sweet moments of pre-Bagginshield that have me screaming.

E Rated:

The Burden of Choice by Fantasyinallforms (Complete, 56K, 12ch.)- I went absolutely feral over this fic! Bilbo and Thorin are arranged to marry each other, neither knowing who the other is, and they escape in the night and begin to travel together. There were just so many emotions throughout this fic, it was so well written!

The Riven Crown by BeautifulFiction (Complete, 254K, 31ch.)- It was time for another read of this wonderful story. Bilbo stays in Erebor to see them through the winter only to find himself in a courtship with the king and a plot to see Thorin off the throne. This is just the ultimate Bilbo remains in Erebor fic and definitely worth the read if you haven't already.

Theft by Erinye (Complete, 124K, 40ch.)- Another epic that I had to reread this month. For his part in the alliance, Thorin demands Bilbo be returned to the mountain to be tried for his crimes in stealing the Arkenstone. Although the deaths of Fili and Kili break my heart in this fic, the rediscovery of Bilbo and Thorin's relationship through sex and comfort makes this a great read.

[backtothe99]

(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi SR: Welcome to Prison Island - This is how you get hyperfixated

Title: Literally means 'This is the entrance to the swamp', 沼 (swamp) is also a slang term originating in the mid 2010s which means you get addicted to some kind of media and can't get out of it. So, uh, hyperfixation? lol

Part 1

Location: HAMA House West Room

Chihiro: We have tomorrow off, so TaoTao, let's play Anigun like we promised tonight!

Tao: This is my first time playing a Full Dive FPS…

Chihiro: It's pretty much the same thing as mahorova, so you don't need to worry so much. It's okies ☆

Tao: mahorova?

Chihiro: Wuzzat? You've never logged in that?

Chihiro: It's a virtual space on the net— It's probs easier to experience firsthand than explain~

Chihiro: Alrightie, first we gotta put a patch behind your ear—

Tao: Alright.

Tao: It can measure brain waves and observe movements like this? That's pretty awesome.

Tao: (Things sure have improved since the era of polygon games where you'd put a metal rod in your shoulder if your arm broke.)

Chihiro: All done with the patch? Now you gotta pick an Animal to play as! (1)

Tao: Each animal’s got its own set of abilities and skills, and also different fighting styles, right?

Chihiro: Yeah. Chii always uses the cat. The Field Trickster ☆

Tao: (So Chihiro focuses on speed… In that case, I think a type that can switch between defense and offense depending on the situation would have the advantage over him.)

Tao: (What should I do? Since it's my first playthrough, going with a balanced type and seeing how things progress would be a safe bet…)

Tao: I'll… go with this bear.

Tao: (It's power-focused with high HP stats. Seems suitable for both DPS and tanking.)

Chihiro: You chose carefully~ Nice~! Looks like I won't need to go easy on you ♪

Chihiro: Round 1! GL~ Game Start!!

[Flashing]

Tao: (The scenery's changing…)

Tao: (I'm entering the game's world—)

Part 2

[Flashing]

Tao: Ah… Damn, I lost! You really are strong, Chihiro.

Chihiro: You're strong too, TaoTao! It was your first time playing, but you did real good ♪

Chihiro: You're a gamer through and through. If we keep going at it, Chii might lose…?

Tao: Should we try this multiplayer mode next time, instead of the training grounds? We can play against other users, right?

Chihiro: OFC! Let's co-op as a duo next ♪

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Tao: … We lost. Sorry, I wasn't much help.

Chihiro: No probs! Chii's just enjoying this without caring if we're winning or losing.

Chihiro: TaoTao… Are you having fun?

Tao: I'm having lots of fun. Actually, we should try again.

Chihiro: Okies. For hardcore gamers, the real challenge’s at the top ♪

Tao: Alright– Let's go!!

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Tao: Ah~Damn it, we lost! One more time!

-

Tao: I totally messed up my aim… Damn. And we were so close, too… One more time!

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Tao: O-One more time! I'm really feeling it now...!

Chihiro: W-We're still going!? It's gonna be morning soon, y’know?

Tao: Is it already that late… Sorry for dragging you with me, Chihiro. You can go to sleep, I'll go solo for a while.

Chihiro: You sure...? Chii's heading to sleep first, then. Good night~

Tao: Good night. Thanks for hanging out with me.

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Chihiro: *yawn*~ Morning… Woah, you're still playing!?

Tao: Morning. I'm starting to get the hang of it. I don't wanna forget what this feeling's like.

Chihiro: Th-That so? I'm glad you're that into it, but still…

Chihiro: Chii's done with breakfast, so I'm going shopping.

Tao: Mhmm. Stay safe.

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Chihiro: I’m home~

Chihiro: Y-You're still playing!?

Tao: Damn, this guy's good! I'll show you…!!

Chihiro: You've been playing all this time. Isn't it about time for a break?

Tao: I've finally gotten used to the controls, and I'm getting the hang of shooting… Eat that headshot!

Chihiro: Hey, have you eaten? Aren't you hungry?

Tao: Not at all.

[Stomach growling]

Chihiro: Nopes, your stomach's growling.

Chihiro: You gotta put something in your body… That's it!

Chihiro: I got the tapioca drink Raiting gave me as a gift~

Chihiro: (I'll just hold it up to TaoTao's mouth—)

Chihiro: He drank it all before I could even say “Thirsty?”! Didn't even bat an eye!!

Chihiro: Is… His body seeking the nutrition!?

Tao: Anigun… Is so fun… I wanna keep playing till I die…

Chihiro: Hey TaoTao, let's take a break! Pretty please!

Tao: Shotgun secured— Oraoraora, eat lead!!

Chihiro: You'll starve and die, TaoTaoooo~~!!

NOTES: (1) this gets lost in translation, but chihiro makes to say animals in katakana as an english loanword and then corrects himself and says it in japanese, tao then repeats the japanese word. hence the difference in capitalization

[peppermint-toads]

i am too lazy to format this but here’s a sad but sweet eddie christmas blurb thanks

When Eddie woke up that morning, it was business as usual. He rubbed his eyes and stumbled with bare feet through the little hallway into the kitchen so he could put a pot of water on for his hot chocolate.

A long time ago, Wayne had explained to Eddie that other kids got toys and clothes and shoes on Christmas Day, but they couldn’t really afford all that. It was hard at first to see all his peers smiling faces when he returned from winter break, each of them boasting about their best prize. After a while, though, Eddie got used to it. And they always made sure to have Christmas dinners together, which made up for it in Eddie’s eyes.

So, when he saw you sitting on the floor of the trailer, in front of the tiny tree, holding your mug with two hands and looking up at Wayne where he sat on the couch talking about something, he was floored. Him and Uncle Wayne had been setting out the same falling-apart tree for as long as he could remember, sparsely decorating it with yarn and some paper ornaments Eddie had made in class in elementary school.

What was new about the scene, though, was the little pile of presents you had carefully placed under the tree, all neatly wrapped and covered with silky ribbon. He almost teared up when he saw the red stocking embroidered with an ‘E’ filled to the brim slouched over against the tv stand.

“Oh, Eddie! Good, you’re awake.” You smiled. “There’s cinnamon rolls and coffee in the kitchen.”

Eddie couldn’t possibly care about the cinnamon rolls when you had apparently gotten him gifts, at least an armfuls worth. And he’d only gotten you one thing, one tiny little thing. Oh god, he’d only gotten you one thing, what was he going to do—

“Take a seat, son.” Wayne insisted, knowing exactly what thoughts were barreling through his mind. His uncle always knew what to say, his words immediately coaxing Eddie to the floor next to you.

He could smell the peppermint coffee lingering on your breath as you offered him a sip. He nodded easily, not entirely convinced this wasn’t a saccharine dream.

“Me and Wayne picked out some presents for you. You know, after all you’ve been through we thought maybe you needed a break.” And that time Eddie did start crying a little, unsure of what else to do. But mostly he couldn’t hide the boyish excitement that bubbled to the surface.

He tore into the wrapping paper, sparing you a sheepish glance after he thought about how long it probably took you to wrap them. You just nodded at him, giving him all the permission he needed to tear in.

Wayne watched, leaning back into the couch and sipping his coffee, secretly indulging in the scene in front of him.

Cassettes, an Iron Maiden tee, a Legend of Zelda poster you picked up at Wal Mart after he’d come home from The Wheelers’ house raving about how awesome it was, and a few other things he needed like boxers and socks. Wayne even picked him out a new fantasy book.

When everything was opened, wrapping paper wadded up around the two of you on the floor, all that was left was guilt. He couldn’t believe he even allowed himself to accept all these things from you, yet his heart was open and swelling and happy.

He handed you your present from him, staring down and picking at the carpet beneath him.

“It’s not much. Certainly not all this but—”

“Eddie,” you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “I know I’ll love it.”

Not that Wayne ever had any doubts about you, but that moment solidified what he knew was certain. He nearly spilled his coffee when you tackled Eddie to the floor with a hug, the necklace he gave you clutched between your fingers. You were both a fit of giggles until you sat up, asking Eddie softly to do the clasp of your necklace.

[sourle]

HII HELLO HII HIl can i request the traffic light trio (seperate) with a bird demon s/o? As in like. Reader is a humanoid bird person kind of and mildly based off of magpie/ravens, including their behaviour

Meaning that the reader would bring the traffic light trio trinkets they find as a sign of respect and affection, or them being curious and mimicking what the others do in an attempt to bond with them better, etc etc you get the idea.

Im iust rily obsessed w birds rn ahagahdyn you can freestyle this as much as u want!! go wild w bird things i like birds a lot . crows ravens and magpies my beloved flying creechurs

thank u in advance !! :]

A great opportunity to call you Bird Anon. I did one where the reader has wings but not a real bird. Anyway, this is a cute idea! But before i got into rambling let's get to the HCS!

MK

A bird demon! Oh you both would be having a lot of fun! I see him as one who love to be in the sky as we can see most of the time he transforms into a bird or eagle, couldn't really know what the bird he changed to.

Both of you would fly on the sky while he's in his bird form. Chasing each other in a playful manner. Usually he's the one who always got tired first. Not only he's still not used to being in some form for a long time but because he's not a forever bird like you.

Those small gifts you have him? Yeah he kept it, in a special box he has only for the things you gave him.

He adored how whenever he did something he sometimes mimicked him and followed what he did.

He is sometimes not fond of your curiosity, let's just say it got the best of you and now you're hurt.

Mei

Bird demon! She dealt with demons before but knowing about a friendly one is awesome!

She loves how you sometimes copy her movement.

Watching you fly around being happy is making her happy, and adoring you from afar is something she does.. sometimes.

She definitely dresses up as a Raven/magpie once in a Halloween.

You and her would race sometimes! It would be a practice for you to test your speed, and it's helping.

Bonus point if you're able to carry her and fly up the sky with her, she definitely will streams that.

Red son

A demon s/o is definitely what he's searching for, I mean c'mon he has preference and I know for sure a demon is on the list. Why? Idk red son, powerful sh-*rambles and rambles*

You know he has anger issues right? Yeah, whenever he's mad about something or just straight up pissed off. He'll tend to avoid you, to avoid burning your feathers of course. It's too pretty to be Burnt.

He definitely asked you for a single feather to use it as a quill.

He can teleport yes, but sometimes asks you to help him get to a designated location that's far from his teleportation range.

It would be funny if you prank him, like dropping him by "Accident" or just spun around in the sky while you hugged him.

Also he found your curious and mimicking behavior funny. One time his father was reading a book you just sat next to him and read a book of your own that you have no idea what it meant.

This man studied Raven/magpie just to understand you.