#ARE YOU MAD AT ME. WELL TOUGH LUCK BUDDY!!!!

[meirimerens]

Adam, my friend, you're seeing ghosts!

Happy February the 25th ❄️

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK! There is a madness deep in the dark catacombs of Castle Clarkenstein. For years these claustrophobic corridors have been the home of the ghoulish giraffe himself, watching as the world passes by. He prefers it this way. It gives him more time alone with the voices. The voices tell him many strange things. Yet they always come back to one: make more monsters! Everyday they tell him this. Everyday he is unable to comply. Hey, being a mad scientist on a budget means he can’t afford the fancy scientific equipment needed to breathe life into newborn abominations. Guy’s gotta afford pizza somehow. Luckily, he has discovered a way of sorts to please the voices. During all those years of watching, Dr. Clarkenstein noticed a particular pattern. Every night during October saw artists posting new pictures based on peculiar prompts. Many of them based on children of the night. While the spotted specter might not be able to craft new zombies, he can sure as heck sketch’m! As such, I provide this friendly warning to you all now: Be afraid. Few people can survive the horrors that are DUDELZ of the Damned!

By that I mean I decided to do my own take on Sketchtober this year just minus the prompts. Anybody gotta problem with that? Tough, cuz I already drew this crap so you might as well check it out.

Octoberfair has returned to Clarksburg! Based on the German festival of a similar name, adults are invited to partake in food and beer sampling while the kids run around and play. Since this is an Americanized version of the event, naturally the events lean heavily on Halloween theming more than fall itself. Hence carnival attractions like The Haunted House, Down the Zombie, a FEARis Wheel, and of course the Creepy Corn Maze! It’s here we find Bumper and Xena, the two out to have fun as Crocie feeds on pumpkin-spiced funnel cake in the main tent. Bumper would’ve stayed with his fat friend for it not for Xena presenting her pal with a wager. Should he escape the corn maze before her, without the aid of any of his phantom powers, he may pick their Halloween costumes for this year. Having the perfect costumes in mind, Bumper accepted his alien friend’s terms, thinking this would be a piece of pumpkin pie. About a minute in was enough to prove the little ghoul wrong. He was constantly set upon by scare actors whenever he wasn’t lost in the paths of corn. Just as the floating marshmallow was about to throw in the towel, a rustling noise made its way through the stalks. His fear was immediately replaced by interest when the source of the noise turned out to be a black cat named Kiki. Like always, it didn’t take long for Bumper to befriend the feline, who led Bumper out of the maze. Xena followed close behind, congratulating her best buddy on a job well done. When asked how he did it, the ghost revealed he had some help. Yet when he turned to introduce Xena to Kiki, the cat was gone. What happened to her?

Who knows, cuz she’s not gonna be a recurring character. Sorry folks, the Samp Gang doesn’t need a pet. Their quota of mostly silent, largely adorable companions has already been met by the giggling lil’ ghouly himself. Adding a cat to the mix would just complicate things and draw attention away from our main four heroes. If I’m feeling nice I’ll have Kiki pop up in future Halloween pictures, but for now I just wanted to draw Bumper being friendly to a black cat. Personally I’ve always thought it was weird how they were associated with bad luck when they’re such adorable fuzzballs. Considering Crocie’s stories are about finding kindred spirits in the most peculiar places, I figured a black cat would fit the bill nicely. Of course I had to name it after one of my favorite cartoon witches, but I had trouble deciding on either Luz or Kiki. Only after I ran the names and sketch by my friend @the-pale-servant did I settle for Kiki. I hope you all enjoy her and this DUDEL!

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[blazartstudios]

S3/OC Scenario: Seeking the Extreme

Neo Agent 3 touches down in Alterna after clearing Cryogenic Hopetown and notices that Lil' Buddy had already taken off. The smallfry scrambles over to an Inkling that was passing by, bumping against the heel of his shoe. The Inkling takes notice and upon seeing Lil' Buddy, his bored expression turns sadistic as he snatches Lil' Buddy and holds him up by the scruff of the neck.

???: "Well well, what do we have here? A vermin that strayed so far from its pack. I dunno how you found your way all the way down here, but tough luck, you had to run into me."

The Inkling opens his mouth, ready to eat Lil' Buddy alive when Neo 3 catches up in time to snatch her little friend back. Upon closer examination, the Inkling was wearing a black dress suit with the white collared shirt unbuttoned from the neck to below the chest, brown fingerless gloves, and black dress shoes. His silver hair was disheveled and two scars sat on his face, one across his nose, intersecting with the other going through his left eye which was covered by bangs. In his left hand was a long, odd-looking briefcase with the handle sitting near one end of it and what look to be a katana handle sticking out.

???: "Hm? That smallfry a friend of yours or somethin'? I'd be careful gettin' chummy with the vermin that invades our cities."

Neo 3's communication device rings up.

Agent 1: "Agent 3! Is everything okay? Who did you find!?"

???: "Hey, that voice… wait a minute, 3!? I figured you wouldn't have looked the same since our storm through Octo Valley, but apart from the new hairstyle, you look like you haven't even aged a day!"

Agent 1: "Hold on… Oda? Oda is that you!?"

Oda: "Callie!? What's the Squidbeak Splatoon doin' down here?"

Agent 2: "We could ask you the same. 3, both of you come back to base."

Without hesitation, Neo 3 and Oda squid jump over back to Future Utopia Island. ================================================ Oda: "Ah, I was mistaken. Sorry Captain, it's just been so long."

[Captain 3 silently chuckles]

Agent 1: "So wait, what happened to your face?"

Agent 2: "More importantly, what're you doing down here?"

Oda: "Ah, well y'see, I'm lookin' for someone. Blue haired Octoling, hair covers one of her eyes, pretty dramatic about her entrances."

Agent 2: "Sounds like that Shiver we encountered earlier. She and her goons are apparently here for treasure."

Oda: "Yup, that's Deep Cut alright! … As much as it pains me, I'll lend you guys a hand."

Agent 1: "Super fresh! … wait, what do you mean 'pains you'?"

Oda: "It's a long story I'll have to save for another time, but basically, I'm close with Shiv and this'll definitely earn me an earful from her once things are settled here. I still owe you guys for back then, so savin' Craig takes priority."

Agent 1: "Whoa, it's like the conflict of a lover's tale!"

[Oda quickly looks away]

Oda: "C-Come on, don't put it like that."

Agent 2: "The Captain says 'Save the gossip for later, we still have to find Cuttlefish.'"

Oda: "Roger that, 3! And you…"

[Oda looks at Neo 3]

Oda: "… I'll call you Neo to make things easier. Anyway, you let me know if you and your vermin need help. Oh, right I never introduced myself."

[He sits his briefcase down and strikes a cool pose with his left hand obscuring the left side of his face]

Oda: "I'm Oda Inkari! Make sure that smallfry doesn't get lost or I just might eat him by accident." Mad Shōgun Oda Inkari

===================[Post-Game]====================

Neo drops down to Eco-Forest Treehills and finds a new path off to the side, leading her to a lone, small island with a huge kettle in the middle. Uncovering the new hidden level, a powerful, malevolent aura seeps from the grate of the entrance.

Agent 2: "The captain says 'Please come back alive'"

Neo looks upon the kettle with a tiny sense of unease before entering.

07: The Thrill of The Great Leveler Objective: Survive

Neo touches down to a large arena surrounded by several broken torii gates and finds herself staring at a peculiar, familiar Inkling with an odd looking briefcase in his hand, looking up at the lone torii gate that stands unbroken.

Oda: "You've beaten Deep Cut, overcame Mr. Grizz, and even proved your mettle to this settlement's ultimate test. Be proud, I'd say you're standing side by side with 3 as one of the great heroes the world may never know…"

He turns around and looks at Neo with his single, blue/red dual-colored eye and grins, showing off his sharp teeth.

Oda: "But the fact that you're here tells me you hadn't had your fill, haven't you?"

He holds up his briefcase, revealing it to actually be a makeshift sheath with an engine attached, holding his weapon. Pressing one of the buttons, the sheath opens itself to let him draw out what looked to be a katana with a long brush in place of a blade.

Oda: "This'll be the only time I'll embrace the dead traditions of my clan, so let's make it count."

Flipping the weapon to grip it backhanded, Oda raises his arm and makes a hand sign. His eye flashes red, inverting it's two colors, his shadow extends three ways over to three spots beside him, and with a malevolent aura emitting from his body, three Inklings spawn to his side, each carrying a different weapon. The one who bore long lavender hair with her two long tentacles chomped at the ends looks over to Oda with a teasing expression. ???: "Odie, are you really calling on big sis to help you babysit this pathetic looking mollusk?"

The one who bore green hair styled into a long ponytail speaks up with eyes closed and crossed arms.

???: "Prey is prey, Toki. Remember the last time you underestimated your prey?"

Toki: "Kaneeeeeeee, I told you that was because I thought I had him before the wretched blue octo showed up and snatched him from me!"

The Inkling who bore short blue hair interjects while still leaning on his brush.

???: "If you two are done arguing, the duel should be starting any second now, isn't that right, brother?"

Oda: "Very much so, Hiro, this will also be a test on our teamwork, so look alive before I turn this into 2v3 and you can die to our challenger here!"

Oda shoots a death glare to his siblings, prompting them to straighten themselves up and ready for combat. Turning his gaze back to Neo, he smiles once again.

Oda: "I'll spare you the story for another, but right now…"

He enters a battle stance and his expression turns crazed, sticking his tongue out.

Oda: "YOU STAND BEFORE THE ONES DESCENDED FROM WARRIORS WHO ONCE NEARLY CONQUERED ALL OF INKADIA! DEATH IS THE ONLY WAY OUT, THAT IS THE WAY OF THE INKARI!"

Thrill-Seeking Squid Quartet The Four Demon Kings

Oda: "FIGHT OR DIE, LITTLE SQUID, INKSATSUNA CRAVES ANOTHER STRONG SOUL!"

==================[After the Battle]===================

Neo catches her breath, standing victorious from the duel to the death, Oda stands on one knee alone, his siblings having returned to Inksatsuna when they were slain. In spite of suffering defeat, he merely cackles with excitement. Oda: "AHAHAHAHAHAHA, I HAVEN'T LET LOOSE SINCE I HAD TO FELL MY LUNATIC GRANDPA, AND IT ALMOST FELT AS GOOD AS THAT TIME! I WANNA JUST KEEP THIS DUEL GOING!!!" Returning Inksatsuna back to it's sheath, he stands up with his expression and eye color returning to normal. Oda: "But, I know when I've lost... besides, I'd be breakin' Shiv's heart if I let myself die and I love that fool too much to let that happen." ???: "TSU-TSU!" Oda winces and chuckles nervously as his ears pick up the angry yell of the blue Octoling he was referring to. Shiver shows up, walking past Neo to yank Oda by the collar, wearing a coyly smile that thinly veils her absolute fury. Shiver: "I try to reach you multiple times and find you left your phone in your house. Care to explain yourself?" Oda's eye darts away for a moment before he simply shrugs. Oda: "... Your new friend here just happened to pique my interest." Shiver: "So much so that you needed to keep your little date here a secret, hmm?" Oda: "Okay, now you're just talkin' crazy--" Shiver opens her eyes to stare daggers into him as she pulls him closer. Shiver: "I was worried sick, Tsu-Tsu, and I made a fool of mysef from how much I was panicking and then--" Oda looks to Neo and smiles casually. Oda: "As you can see, we're gonna be here for a minute, but don't worry about me, just be on your way, kiddo." Shiver: "Now you're just ignoring me? Am I just THAT insignificant to you?" Oda's eye flashes red once more as his attention returns to the angry bandit. Oda: "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT KIND OF SQUID I AM, YOU COLD-HEARTED EMPRESS!? OR DO WE NEED TO SETTLE THIS WITH A DUEL!?" Neo couldn't help giggling at the usually chillest of squids she's met finally lose his cool demeanor in the face of a silly misunderstanding, but she knew it was best to leave as to not make her prolonged presence be any more of an issue for her new friend. She casually strolls off to the goal, ready to call it a day... =================LEVEL CLEARED!==================

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... I can't remember the last time I took a stab at writing to this extent. I was just wonderin' "Hmm, what if my main Splatoon OC was a secret postgame boss fight", then remembered between the lore I've been building up with him on top of Deep Cut doin' basically ninjutsu type shit for their boss battles (sorry if that's incorrect, I just dunno what it could be if not that given Splatoon's setting is a post-apocalyptic science fiction), I realized it wouldn't be too outta place to have his "dead" siblings show up too and it was a perfect opportunity. I do apologize that there isn't much context behind my OCs here, I kinda suck at keepin' my lore notes organized and I just don't wanna share much while I'm still in debate regardin' shit here and there on their journeys leadin' to present day of Splatoon 3, but y'know, it's not often I get a real feel for myself to try writing and actually go for it the whole way through, so bleh :P I hope to eventually be able to properly introduce all of these maniacs. andyesIwannapairthegoofysharktamerwiththiswildinkchildofmine So anyway, Imma go back to playin' around with the new Splatana, Decavitator is too much fun, buh-bye!

[hazelnut-u-out]

Hello mutual! For the writing thing: 🥺, ✨, 🎶,  👀 and/or 🤲, 🧠 for Rick, and if there’s anything you particularly want to answer that you haven’t been asked then that too if you want to?

thank you for sending in an ask!! <33

i just saw your reply to mine, hehe. answers under the cut!

🥺Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

hmmm... this one is kind of difficult to answer because, yes, but it's difficult to pick just one lol. if i had to pick one that makes me the most emotional, it'd probably be a tossup between young rick being any sort of paternal/doting to baby beth or any kind of moment where morty shows how sweet and pure his intentions are when everyone he puts himself on the line for is so undeserving.

also, rick crying or morty getting angry enough to just tear into someone. it's kind of their respective, "something is really wrong here."

✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

thank you, hehe. i'm my own worst critic, but i feel like i can make anything angsty and painful if you want me to. i also think i'm pretty good at painting visual details with words??

🎶Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

i have a hard time listening to music while i read or write because i get overstimulated SUPER easily lol. i do base a lot of my fics off of songs, though!

one i keep coming back to for rick is "storms" by fleetwood mac:

"did i ever really care that much? is there anything left to say?

every hour of fear i spend, my body tries to cry

living through each empty night

a deadly calm inside

i haven't felt this way i feel since many a year ago"

one that always makes me think of morty is "ghost on" by angel olsen:

"when should i believe the things you say?

you change your mind from day to day

and i don't know if you can take such a good thing coming to you

and i don't know if you can love someone stronger than you're used to"

i also have plenty i revisit for birdrick stuff.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i'm working on a couple of multi-chapter concepts atm! i've been rereading the original "the adventures and memoirs of sherlock holmes" rn to work on my rick and morty x holmes and watson au!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

some morty dialogue from an upcoming angst fic between the boy and his mad scientist grandpa:

"What, Rick? Woul- Would that make for a better story? W-Would it make me a more developed character? Or maybe a different answer would make you feel better! I-I'm so sorry! D-Did you have a different character arc in mind? One that would make you feel better about the character you've wr-written me to be? Would it be easier for you to forgive me if there was a-a-a reason that I did what I did? Would it tie up loose ends if -(redacted for spoilers)-? Give you closure? W-Well... 'tough luck, buddy.'"

also, just for you, a birdrick snippet from a revenge-era space cowboy multi-chapter wip:

The young man was unfurled below his companion like a blanket beneath the stars, and they studied one another like a loner’s wide eyes would peruse the cosmos sprawled out above them- Rick's quivering fingers and lips taking note of constellations divinely created for nothing more than his sinful touch along the way.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (Rick)

i have so many silly headcanons about rick. my favorite is probably that he doesn't let morty get adult meals when they go through drive thru's. he has to get the kid's meal, but rick demands he give him the toy.

[oh-boy-me]

Could I get a headcanon of the demon boys' reaction to MC who is surprisingly string for their size or build?

I’m going back to some older asks--sorry it took so long to get to this!

Lucifer

“Humans are weak,” he thought.  “MC needs my help to survive,” he thought.  Haha bitch no they don’t.

The first time Lucifer sees MC lift something they really don’t look like they should have been able to carry, he’s about to rush over to take it from them.  But, seeing them not struggle at all, he’s so shocked that he ends up cemented in place.  He was gaping a little bit, but good luck getting him to admit that part.

He’s never going to truly get used to it, but he does appreciate the extra pair of hands around the house.  However, MC has to be really careful about what they take up.  Helping Lucifer move some heavy boxes because there’s a lot of them and it’ll save time?  Sure thing.  Helping Lucifer move a heavy box because it looked heavy?  His pride won’t let them get away with that.

On the bright side, Mammon’s suddenly pulling his weight around the house.  Lucifer can’t complain about that.

Mammon

Ok so what you do is set up an arm-wrestling stand and make mad bank and then

Mammon is in quite the pickle, because he keeps trying to show off to seem cool in front of his favorite human, but every time he offers to carry something they say they can do it and then actually can do it????  How is he supposed to look cool when they’re cooler?!

Maybe he’s being self-conscious, maybe it’s just an easy out, but he starts blaming MC’s strength for things that don’t make any sense.  “If it weren’t for MC and their dumb muscles, I wouldn’t have forgotten to buy eggs!”  Mammon, what are you talking about?

It’s not a problem, because literally everyone calls him out on how that’s bullshit and doesn’t make sense.

His quest to look cool in front of them never truly ends, so he’ll fight heavy lifting out of their arms and take care of it instead, under the guise of “you’ll hurt yourself” and “I’ve gotta protect my human.”

Leviathan

MC is lucky that Levi is technically still stronger than them, because that envious streak isn’t one that they’d want to have to deal with.

And since Levi is technically still stronger than them, we instead get the whiny, petty “why can they do that and I can’t?”  Maybe it’s because you haven’t exercised in 500 years, Leviathan.

He’ll beg them to share their secrets with him.  They’re human, right?!  It has to be easier than whatever it is that Beel does!  He wants to be stronger too, like the hero in I Want to Ask My Childhood Friend Out, but She Said She Would Only Date Me if I Won a Triathlon and I’ve Never Run a Day in My Life Because I Have Wings.

It’s definitely not because he wants to spend more time with them and hog their time and maybe see them in their element.  Nope.  No way.

Kind of wants to be carried by them, just once.

Satan

Little known fact about Satan: jars have a vendetta against him.  Or, at least that’s what he says.  In truth only about one in every ten jars he tries to open give him trouble, but when everything pisses you off that adds up to every single jar personally being out to get him.

And let me tell you, it doesn’t really make him feel better when sweet, unassuming MC is able to force it open when he wasn’t.

Oh but he’s not angry at them!  He’s just VERY angry at the jars.  Ok, well.  He’s a little angry at MC for one-upping him, but he controls himself because strong or not, MC is still human and he could snap them like a twig if he isn’t careful.

Moving forward, he appreciates that he can ask MC for help with lifting and the like instead of Mammon or Levi or, ex-father-but-not-really forbid, Lucifer.  But he’s not going to be direct about it.  He kind of just pointedly complains about it until MC gets the hint.

Low-key he also wants to see MC beat someone up (preferably not him).

Asmodeus

To say that Asmodeus finds that attractive would be an understatement.  Ooh, there’s just something about someone who could bench press you that’s so thrilling.

And to say that Asmo will walk anywhere ever again is a foolish assumption.  Have fun carrying him, MC.  He’s not very heavy, luckily, but he’s basically dead weight in their arms with how he drapes himself.  And knowing that MC can support his weight, he will jump into their arms without warning.  Or on their back.  Anywhere, really.

He’s also never lifting a finger again, so have fun with that as well, MC.

If anyone threatens him or gives him attitude, he’ll threaten them in return, saying that he has a really strong human.  And then he’ll actually call MC to try to get them to put Asmo’s money where his mouth is.  Please don’t humor him here, MC.

It all seems rather selfish, but Asmo really adores MC and their strength, and he makes sure he drowns them in compliments whenever he’s being a spoiled princess.

Beelzebub

Beel is as strong as he is because of exercise and dedication.  He breaks the assumption that he’s by default the second weakest of his brothers, so the fact that MC is also stronger than they look doesn’t surprise him all that much compared to the others.

(I feel like that’s a common thing with Beel--I guess he’s just good at accepting whatever new nonsense life throws at him lolol)

More importantly, though: does MC have a workout routine?  Because if they’re doing something to hide all that muscle in that body, Beel wants in on that secret.  Also he wants a workout buddy.

Can and will drag MC to the grocery store because that’s more bags of food to carry.

He can lift MC easily, but he’s excitedly looking forward to the day that MC can lift him.

Belphegor

The best word that Belphie can think of for this is “convenient.”  Because he’s light for his size, and MC could probably carry him as well.  And that means that finally--FINALLY--he has one more person he’s comfortable letting carry him to a better napping spot.  When Beel isn’t home it’s really tough for him, y’know?  Under the table isn’t fun, but no way in hell was he gonna let Levi pick him up.

Like Lucifer he’s a little bit like “what?  I thought humans were all baby.”  And yet he kind of thinks it’s cute?  MC is so… human.  But they can give a good fight.  Like a small bear.

He will bribe and dare MC to get into trouble with him.  “Hey MC, don’t you think that whole marble statue would look better in the middle of Lucifer’s study?  Right on his desk.  Or even better, let’s block the door.  Yeah, the feng shui of the room is all messed up and I think a giant statue in the way would really help.”

They’re both going to get in so much trouble but seeing Lucifer’s face is enough of a reward.

Masterlist

[pretend-writer]

I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing (Sam Winchester x reader)

Summary: As Y/N gets seriously injured during a hunt, Sam realizes he should’ve told her how he really felt about her. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Title Reference: I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing x Aerosmith

Word Count: 1.5k words

Warning: mention of death, violence and injuries

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Sam's pov;

She was the light of my life, the way she smiled always made me feel warm inside. Every time she entered the room, I swear the world froze. For as long as I remembered, I've been in love with Y/N.

We've been best friends since we were little kids, playing in the mud and pranking Dean together. We eventually went to school together, complaining that we barely had the same classes.

Dad would move around from town to town, sometimes even state to state because of his job; hunting. Her family would sometimes let Dean and I stay with them so we didn't have to change schools and move around all the time.

Y/N's family were our family friends for a long time, visiting each other from time to time whenever we'd be far away from each other. Loving us as much as she did, Y/N's mother made sure we all stayed in touch. Despite dad being busy constantly year round, she made sure she made time for me, Dean and Y/N to reunite.

So when Y/N proposed that she wanted to help the Winchesters and hunt, we weren't surprised at all. Honestly, I was more surprised that she never brought the idea up sooner.

Y/N was intrigued by the hunting life since she met us, talking to dad and helping him with research whenever she would come over. Dad loved that she loved hunting too, I knew he enjoyed her company and loved her like she was his own daughter.

Learning everything from dad, she probably knew more than us. There were multiple times where Y/N saved our asses during hunts. I appreciated every single second of the day she was with me.

But I always feared that one day our luck will run out. Or even worse, her luck will run out. I would hate the day where she would come back injured and there was nothing I could do to help her.

And then it happened.

It all happened quickly; Dean and I were in a different room when I heard her scream. The werewolf got her from behind while she wasn't looking, scratching her back and then running away as it heard our footsteps coming it's way.

When Dean and I rushed to find her in the room, I froze in place from shock. She laid silently on the ground, unconscious as blood dripped from her back onto the floor.

'Sammy!' Dean yelled at me, trying to get my attention as my mind went blank. He knew about my love for her, he figured out that I was panicking. 'I need you to focus for me.'

Nodding in response, I tried not to pay too much attention to what was happening. It was hard, seeing the woman that I loved so much in pain. I knew that I should've stayed with Y/N but I didn't and suddenly regret took over my mind.

Dean was so calm, carefully picking her up from the floor as he carried her to our Impala. The drive back to the car wasn't cheerful at all, not like always. Y/N would sing a song about the supernatural beings we hunted for that night, giggling and smiling as she finished her made-up song.

This time, I was holding back my tears as I played a whole bunch of scenarios in my head. I would look into the rear view mirror to check on her and all I could think of was how I never told her that I loved her.

We did everything we could to fix her up; cleaning up and sewing her wounds, giving her some antibiotics to make sure she doesn't get worse than it already was.

The more the time had passed, the more nervous I got for her. She made no sound, no movement and it scared me that she might not wake up.

I didn't know how much time had passed until Dean had came into her room to check on us. 'Sam, you're still here?'

'Of course.' I bit my lip, not taking my eyes off of Y/N.

'She'll wake up, I know it. You know how strong she is, I know she's fighting this.'

Slowly nodding, I replied to my brother. 'Yeah.'

I didn't know what else to say; I was mad that I couldn't protect her, angry at myself that I failed to save the person I loved so much. I've even promised her family I'd take good care of her, I knew that I let everyone down.

In my mind I told myself over and over, Y/N would be alright and she would wake up any minute. My heart shattered into pieces when I constantly doubt it that that might not happen.

I just needed her to wake up again, see her gorgeous smile that I loved so much and hug her tightly.

Dean had probably sensed that I was tired, upset and mad about what had happened to her. He rested his hand on my shoulder, 'I know how much you love her Sammy. Trust me, Y/N will wake up any minute. You know how stubborn she is.'

A light chuckle escaped my mouth, reminiscing all the times I've spent with Y/N. Her and Dean used to play fight when we were younger, Y/N refused to give up and continued to wrestle with my brother.

'I just miss her, a lot.' Y/N was the only thing that was on my mind, people say that you don't know what you have until it's gone. It was all true.

'Me too, buddy.'

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Y/N's pov;

Feeling pain through my whole body, I gently opened my eyes. I couldn't grasp where I was at or what I had been doing prior to this. All I saw was Sam sitting next to me, top half of his body resting on my bed as he held my hand.

Lightly smiling to myself, I watched Sam sleeping soundly. It was cute how lightly he snored, for a little bit I forgot I was in so much pain.

'Y/N?' He groaned as he slowly woke up, lifting his head to check on me. As I squeezed his hand in response, a huge grin appeared on his face. 'You're awake.'

'I'm sorry I messed up for you guys. I didn't hear him coming at all, it happened so qui-'

'Don't apologize, ever.' Sam caressed his thumb over my hand, comforting me with worried eyes. 'I'm just so glad you're okay. I was honestly so scared.'

'Scared of what?'

Sam got quiet, he quickly let go of my hand and leaned against his seat. He seemed nervous, fidgety as if he regretted what he had said.

It was tough trying to figure out Sam; I didn't know to reassure him or leave him be. Despite being friends with Sam my entire life, there were more things I had to learn about him.

'I-I' He stumbled with his words, trying to gather his thoughts before he said anything more. 'Out of all the hunts, all our adventures, this had been the most afraid I've been.'

'I'm sorry, Sam.'

'No... I was scared that I lost you. That you'd never wake up, that I'd never see you again.'

My eyes widened, not expecting Sam to say these words. I've always loved him, more than a childhood friend, more than "the boy next door", more than anyone that I've known.

'You don't have to say anything. Just know, I love you. I'm so in love with you, Y/N.'

Somehow I didn't know what to say, despite knowing how I felt about him. Maybe I always thought that Sam and I weren't supposed to happen. I never thought the he'd feel the same way that I did, I've assumed he saw me like a sister just like Dean did.

'Well, can I say something?'

Sam slowly nodded whilst biting his lip. 'Uhm, yeah.'

'I've been in love with you, for so long I don't even remember the last time I wasn't.'

'R-really?' Sam's eyebrows rose, he still didn't believe it. Perhaps he thought the same thing; that I only saw him as a brother figure. ‘I would’ve never thought.’

‘Hah, surprise.’ I laughed nervously, it was hard to keep eye contact with him as I suddenly felt shy in front of him.

It was weird, feeling the way I felt even when I’ve known him all my life. I’ve shared everything with him from clothes to bed, we’ve told each other so many secrets together to a point where we know so much. Yet, this moment between Sam and I felt awkward but at the same time it was a relief that he finally knows how I felt about him.

Sam scooted his chair near my bed, grabbing onto my hand with small tears on his eyes. I didn’t notice that he was crying or why he was even crying. ‘Sammy, are you okay?’

He flashed a smile, the same cute grin that I loved since we were little kids. Even with tears in his eyes, his smiles were always genuine. 'Now I am.'

[sourbat]

A Missed Call

Because you can never have enough magtok, here’s an old one shot I wrote some time back for the holidays, but never got to releasing.

Summary: After a rough morning and bad rehearsal, Toki retreats and listens to an old, missed call saved on his dethphone.

Pair: Toki and Magnus

Rating: T

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Following a long night of painting a recently completed figurine, Toki woke up late on the morning of a planned recording session, one he had practiced for beforehand. Toki checked the time, panicked and hurriedly put on some clothes, skipped the shower, and rushed to the upper levels and kitchen to grab some fruit as a quick and easy breakfast. On his way to rehearsal, he got woozy and had to double back retrieve his insulin. When Toki finally arrived, everyone was already in a foul mood. Knubbler mentioned losing two saved recordings, and apparently Murderface raised a fit about it. No one entertained his tardiness, and Toki could tell that patience was wearing thin, but still insisted he get some recordings in to show his dedication to the band.

Since he left his guitar behind in his room, Skwisgaar tentatively offered one of his own, lips pursed and brows sinking while Toki readjusted the harness, tightened a string. It seemed every small action he performed while scrambling to the tinier recording room earned the ire of his lead guitarist, and when they settled, Toki sensed the increasing weight of the atmosphere, the building gravity and high expectations that few could reach.

He couldn’t concentrate. Not with Skwisgaar frowning at him, eyes stained with contempt,  arms crossed tightly to his chest and fingers rapidly tapping the correct rhythm across his rigid form.

Knubbler gave Toki permission to go, but his eyes couldn’t break from the imaginary strings rapidly coursing through Skwisgaar’s busy hands. He knew Skwisgaar was comparing their speed and overall performance. Toki saw the frown extend downwards, finding his attempt inadequate. Toki flubbed the first recording, and just four measures into his part. He messed up on the second and third try. He made it as far as the first rest, then messed up again.

Sixteen measures and another set of wrong notes later, Skwisgaar finally had had enough, and the passive remarks began. Toki couldn’t play over Skwisgaar loudly pointing out every wrong note he tried teaching. With the room filled with a never-ending tirade of “noes,” Knubbler had no choice but to stop recording. The moment he announced the news, Skwisgaar grabbed the guitar by the neck and loudly insisted through Toki’s headset that he would play the parts instead.

The news proved fatal to his esteem. Aghast, Toki pleaded with Skwisgaar to let him try one more time. He grabbed the older man by his top, but then sank and fell on his knees. Skwisgaar wouldn’t have it, nor would Knubbler who, after bringing a hand to cover the red light flaring in his optical devices, suggested an emergency fifteen-minute break.

Tensions were high as Skwisgaar exited the small room, hand clasping the guitar and swinging with a vigor that warned Pickles and Nathan to back off and keep their mouths shut. Murderface left the couch to grab some snacks, and when he returned, saw Toki inching his way to the nearest door.

“You alright, Toki?” he asked through loud chews and smacks.

Toki didn’t answer. His head sank, leaving just a nub of a neck and messy chestnut veil before he reached for the door.

Knubbler turned in his seat. “Tough luck, babe. Come back in fifteen, alright?”

“Or don’ts, nots like we’lls notice,” Skwisgaar said under his breath, earning a sharp jolt from Toki’s shoulder before he stomped out of the room.

Nathan sighed. “Skwisgaar.”  

“Dood, no need ta’ be a–”

The door shut, and at the sound of the lock clicking, Toki pressed his back into the adjoining wall. Cool stone tempered his rigid, hot spine. It pushed the heat forward,  through his chest, then spilled down his cheeks in a furious heat. Toki slid to the floor, legs retracting and arms coiled round to bring them up to his chest. He sighed and tried shutting his eyes, only to have to watch himself repeat the same mistake again, observe his clumsy fingers resting on top the wrong string, wrong fret, sloppily strumming and ending up with a nasty fuzz that only further infuriated Skwisgaar. A heaviness collected across his beet-reddened face before going limp. He buried his face between his shaking legs. He spent the next few moments in silence, head spinning and throat shut, refusing the smallest intake of air until Skwisgaar’s harsh words turned into blurry static.

The pain that swelled in his chest raged forth, climbing up his strained neck, reaching behind his eyes and sending a throb that warned Toki of an impending sob. He sucked a sharp breath, filling his chest and stomach until his belly hurt, then shuttered an uneven exhale. The anxiety whirled in his abdomen, a miniature storm that threatened to burst into a panicked state if he didn’t act quick.

Toki blinked, feeling the wet sting forming in his eyes. He released his shaking, numbing legs, letting one drop while keeping the other close for support. Head still lost in the dark fog, Toki reached for his pocket, and pulled out his phone. He wiped his face, dragged an arm across his nose and sniffed hard, sucking up the collecting moisture into his ailing throat, and went through his dethphone’s multiple applications.  

His thumb lingered over a message dating back nearly eight months. Toki sniveled over it, tongue lapping around his lips as he glanced at the time, the length of the message. Wide eyes darted to the ends of the hallway.  When he determined there were no oncoming gears, he pressed play on the screen.

The phone’s display went dark for a second, then vibrated with a rapture of noises. Toki’s bottom lips curled inward, teeth pressing on top the skin as he watched the screen come alive with shadows, the blur of a swaying phone failing to focus on a single image, and the colorful, out-of-focus city lights in the backdrop.

Then, humming. Toki instantly calmed when he heard the slow, off-tune notes, followed by the screen moving, raised up to reveal Magnus' curious face lazily staring into the screen.  “…why aren’t you answering your phone?”

The voice fuzzed as Magnus brought the screen closer, angle crooked as he leaned to one side, body lax and swaying with each step.

“Just as well. Shit.” Toki broke into a chuckle as Magnus stumbled forward. The camera toggled, pointed upwards at the sky. The first time it had happened, Toki yelped, panicked over Magnus potentially falling and breaking his neck. Now, he counted the seconds of Magnus’ extended groan, then smiled at the incoming giggle that sluggishly transitioned into a prolonged, nonsensical song.  “Dadadaaaa…”

Feeling a bit more at ease, Toki’ s second leg began to sink, and both hands fixed to the screen as he toggled the phone to its side. When he checked again, Magnus was back to a (crooked) stand, happy and quite pleased with himself not falling flat on his face. A car zoomed by in the background. The lights at the intersection turned green, and Magnus brought his tongue out to wet his drying lips.

“Leave it to the one time I figure how to use this dumb app, just my luck.” Magnus rolled his head back, messy hair whisking, flowing out of tandem with his uneven gait. He shut his eyes. “I know I said…I’m sorry I’m drunk, buddy. God, I miss you right now.”

Toki wiped his eyes, giving a short nod. “S’okay,” he whispered, letting a thumb come close to petting the drunk Magnus who’d broken his promise not to drink too much, at least now without Toki to look after him.  

Magnus stared back. Not at the light, nor the screen, but at Toki. “Hope you’re, uhh, having fun right now. Whatever you’re doing.”

Toki shook his head.

Magnus’ expression softened. “You know, I miss you,” he slurred to the phone’s receiver.  “A lot. Like, holy shit, dude. You gotta come back soon. Hit me up, even if it’s just to yell at me for breaking my promise.”

Toki sniffled as Magnus pulled away from the camera. His hand turned inward, almost as though he were trying to cradle the screen, reach and cup the face of the Toki who had failed to pick up the call several months ago. Even then, it had been hard to stay angry at him. Disappointed, sure, but Toki couldn’t stay mad at the man who went out of his way to learn how to use his Facebones-time app, call and speak from the heart.

Thinking of it, Toki glued himself to the screen, silently awaiting the next portion.

“I really miss you,” Magnus continued. He leaned against the wall of some unknown building, his sinking head still favoring a particular side. “I know you’re on tour and all, and I gotta be fucking patient but…this is going to sound so cheesy, but I miss seeing your smile.”

Just hearing the words lifted the ends of Toki’s mouth. On screen, Magnus’ expression softened, eyes blurred with sudden realization.

“I miss you telling me to stop scowling all the time, and I miss you telling me it’s ok…”

“If ams not readies to smiles yet,” Toki whispered to the screen.

“–if I don’t feel ready to smile yet.” Magnus made a face that, to this day, made Toki feel just a little anxious. What was going on in his head, he wondered. Did Magnus know what he was about to say?

He watched Magnus palm his hand over his bad eye. “Fuuuuck, what am I saying?”

“Everytinks you wants, Magnus,” Toki answered the recording. His heart picked up, anticipating the final portion of Magnus’ drunken rambling, the denouement of his accidental message, and that final push Toki needed to help him get through this miserable day.

The screen emitted hardly any sounds, producing only the subtle changes brought on by the late autumn winds, the occasional roll of a speeding car, and Magnus’ own relaxed breathing.

“You’ve probably already deleted this,” Magnus murmured to himself. Or to Toki? Hard to say. The smile he cracked was aimed at no one in particular, but each time he lifted his head, and Toki saw his long waves brush across face and reveal the longing in his eyes, he thought Magnus must have known, deep down, what he was going to say. “I’m drunk and I’m swearing and I miss you, and I love you, and the more I think about you being away for two more weeks–”

Just like that. The three words Toki had tried prying from Magnus for weeks, months, had slipped through the cracks and were uttered during a random night spent drinking alone.

“–It kills me. Shit, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Toki stroked the screen. “Ams fine, Magnus.”

“Well, that’s all. I just wanted to tell you I love you. And miss you. And as soon as you get back I want you to tell me how you got on stage and rocked the hell out of everyone’s soul. The same way you do mine whenever you… hehehehehe…ah,  shit .”

Caught between their shared laughter was Magnus stumbling forward, and like every past play through, Toki quieted down, paused the video once he remembered what Magnus had said, and rewound it just to hear it again. He obsessed over the second “I love you,” all casual and free. The “I love you” that was comfortably tucked between other facets, and said with no restraints, no second-guessing. It was a feeling he admitted to without any forethought, and spoken from the heart.

“Call me back, ok?”

Magnus’ hand covered the screen. It took him a while to accurately bring an end to the call, but while he muttered to himself, questioned and asked no one in particular how to shut off the app, Toki meandered in place, wiggling as he relived the words, Magnus voice setting free that momentous confession thought the form of a simple, missed call. It would be another two months before he whispered the words, so soft and faint, and yet somehow carrying the weight of the universe on top of it. That sober confession would be as impactful, and while Toki spent nights replaying how shy Magnus had been when he first shyly announced his love to him, nothing quite compared to the drunk Magnus who casually remarked his affections.

“Will calls you soons,” Toki said to the phone, then closed the app. He would, and he’d do everything within his power to reverse the tragic alignments set before him, and turn this shitty day into something decent and worth discussing. Skwisgaar could yell at him, but Toki would still try his best. He’d play his heart out like Magnus expected him to, and would have something to show for it once it was over.

Toki checked the time, and saw he had about five minutes left until his break ended, and another two hours before Magnus had to wake up to get ready for work.  His nerves still shook from the memory of his recent failure. Toki sighed. Eyes closed, he saw Magnus standing alone, city lights a messy blur, veiled under a heavy and tiresome drunken haze. If that man could figure out how to use his phone and video call him, cheer him on and tell him how much he cared about him, then Toki could finish a session and get his part in the demo.

He reentered the room a seconds later, warmed face hit with the thick atmosphere.

Pickles and Nathan stopped their discussion to check on him as he slowly approached. Nathan regarded Toki with a gentle nod. “You ok, Toki?”

“Ams fine, thanks for askins.” Toki waved shyly at the two. Thankfully, Skwisgaar was nowhere to be found. While it didn’t guarantee a permanent reprieve from the stress to come, it did allot Toki some additional time to prepare for the rest of his session. Remembering Magnus’ encouraging words, his drunken, cherry-red smile and airy laugh that always reached so high before cracking, Toki exhaled. He pushed out as much of his anxieties as he could, the panic that settled across his queasy belly, and he walked over to Skwisgaar’s guitar.

Pickles raised a brow, popped the gum he’d been chewing as Toki adjusted the strap, and then proceeded to the recording room.

“Hey, Toki.” Nathan interjected, still reclined comfortably in his seat, and not appearing slightly offended when Toki met his obtrusive glare with oblivious perplexity. “Where are you going?”

“To practice,” Toki answered. Charged by his response, Toki confidently turned for the smaller room. “Goinks to show Skwisgaar ams not a screws-up,” he said, voice carrying a surge of an impending storm, raw energy that filled his expanding chest with the assurance he needed to get him through the session.

As he opened the door, Magnus' voice entered his mind:

Rock the hell out of everyone’s soul.

[squadrablog]

hiiiiiii! Could I please request f!reader and Abbacchio in a fake dating situation? Any style you'd prefer :) thanks!

Abbacchio isn’t exactly a fav, but I hope I was able to do him some justice?

Abbacchio x F! Reader

Ao3 Mirror Here.

Word Count: 2752

Warnings: You have an ex who is mildly creepy, but Abbacchio deals with him. Alcohol.

Under cut for length!

“Abbacchio,” you hissed quietly, leaning closer to your teammate’s ear. “We might have a problem.”

The two of you were currently in a crowded bar in the seedier part of town to receive intel from one of Bruno’s informants. You were both at the bar, pretending to take your time enjoying some cheap wine. It was a lively enough atmosphere and no one had paid the two of you much mind. You’d use the cover of anonymity to secure whatever it was your source had to give you.

But things never go smoothly for you, so why would they today?

“Greasy looking guy in the white button down,” you murmured. “Don’t let him see you looking.”

At his leisure Abbacchio cast a glance behind him before returning to his drink. “Enemy?” he said quietly, careful to keep his laidback appearance.

“Something like that,” you sighed. “He’s my ex.”

You heard Abbacchio give a mean chuckle beside you as he took a sip from his glass. Clearly the fact you had dated someone so dull and washed-up looking amused him. You shot him a glare. It’s not that you wanted to defend your ex, heavens no, but you didn’t need his judgement right now.

“Laugh it up, buddy.” You took a sip of your own drink as you found it harder to keep up your calm and collected demeanor. “But if he sees me then it’s over. The informant won’t come anywhere near us with him as a hanger-on.”

“I don’t see the problem. You distract him and I stay here. Isn’t that why there’s two of us?” he said matter-of-factly.

“Abbacchio, please don’t make me talk to him alone,” you begged. “He seems harmless but he’s a real creep.”

“I’ve seen you take down men twice his size with four times as much mental fortitude without batting an eye,” Abbacchio replied, raising an eyebrow at you. The last thing you wanted to do was disappoint Abbacchio, but you wished he’d show some compassion just once and back you up on this. It might not be ‘professional’ to get worked up over your ex, but Abbacchio was your friend just as much as he was your colleague, right?

Although he could really be so cold when you tried to rely on him for any sort of emotional support.

“I’m asking you as a friend, Abba,” you tried again, pouting out your lip, giving him the most doe-eyed expression you could muster. He didn’t usually care for nicknames like that, but for some reason when you used them he let you get away with it. “If he comes over here then scare him off. He’s afraid of tough guys like you.”

He looked away from you, his face still set in its business-like neutral as he turned towards a television set playing a football game with feigned interest. When he looked back at you his sunset eyes were a bit more gentle. “Fine.”

You thanked him as you peered over your shoulder again to try to locate where your ex had gone, but it seemed as if he had vanished. You relaxed your shoulders a bit until you heard a familiar voice calling out your name beside you.

“Damn, it’s been ages!” your ex’s grating voice called out as he reached in for a one armed hug, his other hand holding a glass of beer. You awkwardly reciprocated to be polite.

“Yeah, I know, haha,” you said with a forced smile. “Funny how time flies, huh?”

“Y’know, there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about how I was a fool to let you get away,” he said bluntly, followed by a chuckle. God, what an inappropriate conversation starter. His eyes checked you out shamelessly, making no effort to hide the action, and you had to take a deep breath to keep yourself from reacting. He raised his beer glass to gesture in your direction and flashed you a big grin. “So what are you up to nowadays?”

“Well...” you trailed off hesitantly before you felt an arm sling over your shoulder from your side.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me first, bella?” Abbacchio asked you, and as you turned to look at him you noticed an uncharacteristically sweet smile on his face. You blushed just a bit. While you had no doubts about how effective this method would be, you definitely were not thinking Abbacchio would go to playing the role of protective boyfriend for you. He really didn’t have to do that, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited about the idea of being his fake girlfriend, if only for the night.

Wait, did he call you bella? He was really getting into character, wasn’t he?

“R-right!” you said, a bit more flustered than you were hoping. “Enzo, this Abbacchio! He’s my… boyfriend!” The last bit came out a bit more squeaky than you had hoped. You didn’t think you’d have so much trouble saying the word boyfriend out loud.

Your ex looked Abbacchio up and down, appraising him, before shooting you a quick (and not so subtle) look as if to say, ‘Really? This is what you’re into now? Goths?’ But soon he had his fake smile plastered back on his face.

“It’s a pleasure. So, how long have you two been going out?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s so hard to keep track, isn’t it my little snickerdoodle?” Abbacchio said, voice filled with a false doting lilt. You had to work hard to keep yourself from balking at that nickname as you turned again to look him in the eyes. While he had a professional smile on, his eyes revealed a playful smugness. If you wanted him to help you fend off your uninvited guest, he could at least have a little fun, right? You shot him a quick glare before turning back to your ex.

“Almost two years now,” you said firmly. It had been roughly two years since you and this guy had broken up, and that fact was certainly not lost on him as his smile faltered a bit. You knew that implying you hadn’t needed any time to get over him before entering a new relationship that had managed to last way longer than anything you and this creep had would be a major blow to his ego.

“Wow, really?” he said, his disappointment barely concealed. “Glad to hear it, you two.” He scratched the back of his head before gesturing out towards the pool tables. “I was going to go a few rounds, did you maybe want to come over and cheer me on? Catch up some more? You know, you always were my good luck charm.” No… you’re pretty sure he just made that up. He had never called you something like his good luck charm before right now, and you’d know because you had every annoyingly agonizing conversation you’d ever had with the man on constant repeat in your nightmares.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been so busy this week I’ve barely had any time to spend with Abba,” you said with your kindest smile as you let him down as gently as you could. You reached your hand over to lay on top of Abbacchio’s, but he immediately removed it to intertwine his fingers with yours instead.

“Darling, you really do work so hard, don’t you?” Abbacchio whispered gently in your ear, causing you to shiver a bit, while he held eye contact with your ex. “I apologize if I’m a little selfish tonight,” he continued, directed at the other man this time. “As much as I’d love to let her go for a moment, I’ve been looking forward to this date for a while. I’m sure you understand, yes?”

“Well, why don’t we ask her?” your ex insisted, as if he was saying it for your sake. Your eyebrow furrowed at that. You had already said you had barely had any time with your “boyfriend” all week and it seemed pretty clear you had already turned him down.

“I’m sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear,” you said, much firmer as you forced your smile back. “Tonight Abba has my undivided attention.” You squeezed Abbacchio’s hand, a bit tightly. You didn’t want this to go on too much longer, and you hoped Abbacchio could understand that now was the time for him to chase this guy away.

He seemed to understand you perfectly. “You’re not needed here anymore.” Abbacchio said it so bluntly, so laced with malice despite the friendly tone he said it in, and your ex actually flinched a bit. You’d almost feel sorry for him if you weren’t so satisfied by his reaction. Abbacchio still had that veneer of a casual polite demeanor, but his intentions were clear to anyone listening. You didn’t want to come across as vindictive, but you had trouble stifling your smile, so you covered your mouth with your hand.

It took your ex a moment to recover, but when he did he leaned in closer to try to quickly whisper something at you. “Look, I just want to talk alone with you. I’ve been thinking about you so much lately and there’s a lot of stuff you need to know-” You visibly recoiled, the nervousness you had when you first spotted him returning, but backing yourself up into Abbacchio’s embrace did a lot to calm you as he gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze.

He stood up from his chair and stepped in front of you, between you and your ex, and the other man’s eyes widened considerably. Sitting down Abbacchio was intimidating enough, his intense eyes and dramatic style made it clear he wasn’t someone you wanted to mess around with. But he was also very tall, which was now apparent, and with his front now facing the man his low cut garment made it clear he was toned as well.

“Why don’t you leave me and my girlfriend alone and make yourself scarce, hm?” he said, all his geniality gone, his smile dropped. This wasn’t business Abbacchio, waiting for an informant, or fake boyfriend Abbacchio, teasing with a self-satisfied smile.

This Abbacchio was genuinely mad. You were actually concerned that him losing his cool like this would jeopardize your mission by calling too much attention to yourselves.

“Abba, please,” you said, clutching his coat to get his attention. “He’s not worth it.”

Luckily you saying that seemed to be the final nail in the coffin, and your ex finally backed off. “Alright, alright, I don’t want to start anything, jeez. I’ll get out of your hair,” he muttered before walking off. To your relief he seemed to be too shaken up to stay at the bar, as you watched him head for the exit. Abbacchio made sure he was out of sight before he sat back down.

“Oh, thank you so much, Abba, thank you, thank you!” you said over and over to show your appreciation. You had even boldly taken his hand in both of yours, squeezing it as you piled on your praises.

His irritation eventually slowly faded back into a smirk as he took his hand out of yours and slung his arm around your shoulder again. “No need to thank me, cara.” Without needing to fool your ex, his smugness was a lot more apparent.

You giggled a bit involuntarily as you looked away from him. “Don’t be mean,” you mumbled. “He’s gone, you can stop.” If he called you any more pet names you might not be able to keep your blush at bay any longer.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “It’s a far easier cover story to keep up as opposed to being two bored bar patrons pretending to watch a football game.”

You leaned closer towards him to whisper back. “Being my boyfriend was your idea. You just want to keep it up to tease me.”

“Perhaps,” he said, giving you a smirk before he removed his hand from you and turned to go back to pretending to watch the television. “Alright, I’ll leave you be.”

‘You don’t have to,’ your mind said, but instead all you let out was a deep sigh as you lazily swirled your wine around in the bottom of your glass.

Eventually a stranger wearing the designated sign, an orange handkerchief in his coat pocket, entered and slowly made his way to the bar, sitting next to you. He reached over towards the drink menu that you had deliberately placed far to your left hand side, and picked it up before glancing down at you.

“My mistake, this is yours, isn’t it?” he chuckled, before setting it down and reaching for his own menu on his left, waving the bartender over.

Meanwhile you finished off your drink and waited a while until after the man had left to go sit at a booth on the opposite side of the bar with his order before glancing over the menu again. You deftly slipped a piece of paper inside the menu’s folds up your sleeve as you decided on what you’d finish out your night with. However, when the bartender arrived, after giving the whole thing another thoughtful glance, you concluded that you just needed some water and then your bill.

It wasn’t too long before you and Abbacchio were heading to your pickup spot to wait for Bruno to retrieve the both of you. As curious as you were about the message currently up your sleeve, you knew Abbacchio would admonish you if you tried to sneak a peek before you were safely in the car with your Capo.

“I was a bit unprofessional back there,” Abbacchio said, breaking the silence between the two of you as you waited. His lips were pursed together and his eyebrows were knit in his grumpy default expression.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. You did way more than I expected from you and I really do appreciate it,” you said, flashing him a genuine smile.

“I mean threatening the guy. If it had escalated I could have blown the whole operation,” he clarified.

“Oh, there was no way he was going to actually stand up to you,” you said with a laugh. “Still, though, you seemed like… actually angry. It was a bit out of character.”

“I was angry,” he said simply.

You scoffed, turning towards him. “What, you actually managed to get worked up over that loser despite scolding me just before about how I needed to handle him by myself?”

“It just seemed like petty personal drama to me. Like you were embarrassed by him,” he said, continuing to look away from you. “But you were actually distressed.”

“I mean… yeah, I guess I was,” you said, wrapping your arms gently around yourself as your gaze fell to the ground. “I mean, he is the worst, don’t get me wrong… but he’s also from a time in my life when everything was the worst for me. Before Bruno found me and I met all of you… I don’t want to go anywhere near my old life.”

Abbacchio gave a thoughtful hum in agreement at that. He was quiet for a bit longer before he spared a glance in your direction, noticing the way you had wrapped your arms around yourself. “Are you cold?”

“Huh? Oh… well, I guess so, now that you mention it.” You looked over at him, thinking perhaps he was going to offer you his coat. You were pretty sure he didn’t have a shirt under that thing. “But you don’t need to-” you began, before he was next to you, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close to his side. “Ah…!”

“Here, let your boyfriend take care of you,” he said, his sour expression a lot softer, but still plastered with a smirk.

“You’re just a little too entertained by all this,” you said, looking up at him and shooting him a glare.

“What, you didn’t have fun on our fake date?” His smirk looked even more smarmy.

You just huffed and turned away from him, and in response he held you a bit closer.

“We’ll just have to go on a real one then,” he said, almost to himself, but still loud enough for you to hear, although you almost doubted that you had. Before you could say anything there was a pair of headlights rounding the corner and Abbacchio was already letting go of you. “There’s our ride.”

[mother-snake]

all they need is eachother

(virgil and janus angst, cause i havent put jaus through enough truma apparently. hope you all enjoy!)

taggs: @idkanameatall @anxiously-creating @imthebadguythatsfine warnings: i wanna say a panic attack? definate feels. words: 2594

-virgil and janus have a history. not a perfect one. but one thats good for them both-

There were many things that confused everyone in the mind palace. But one of them was the way Janus and Virgil would act towards one another.

Sure, when they were younger, they had a ‘rivalry’ if you could even call it that. but somewhere along the line they wouldn’t have denied that they fell for one another, but they hadn’t quite come to admitting it to each other… the others were about to lose their minds over that. Logan and Patton had set up a bet. it wasn’t looking too good for Patton. both not sure when it had even happened. But it was before Thomas knew about them.

Janus always made sure Virgil wasn’t going a day without some form of human connection. Even if it was just sitting in his room cuddling into Virgil’s side pretending, he was cold. and the days he truly was cold, Virgil would lend his hoodie over to the other side despite the fact he would be exposed to the cold.

But between all of that they did have their fights. And it was just unfortunate timing that when Janus had chosen to reveal himself that he and Virgil had a fight only the night prior. so when they appeared in the mindscape things were clearly tense between the two of them.

But that didn’t stop Janus form smiling when he saw Virgil waring the patchwork hoodie he had created for the side as a small goodbye gift when he had left to join the lights.

So, it had made his day ever so slightly better to know he wasn’t completely mad at him. Well… for the time being at least. He hoped.

When he had sunk down, he didn’t go straight to his room. He always made a quick pit stop in Virgil’s in hopes he could steal an old hoodie or jumper from him. So far, he only had two. yeah…no. he was getting another. The other two didn’t have his coffee and almost cookie scent. It baffled him how he could have smelled like coffee when Virgil apparently despised coffee.

He didn’t ask. He knew when to keep to himself.

Well, as he was ‘looking’ he felt his hat get taken from his head, causing him to turn around and see Virgil standing their mid-way through placing the hat on his own head. “so, what brings you here traitor?” Virgil said with a smirk. “for the last time I’m sorry,” Janus strained. “you allied with Remus against me,” he deadpanned. “it was monopoly, you know I get competitive!” Janus exasperated.

“let me steal a shirt and were even, ill even let you keep another hoodie- “ “deal,” Janus said shaking Virgil’s outstretched hand.

They both held their smiles, something they only seemed to do in each other’s presence. “so… what’s Remus up to right now?” “most likely lit something on fire knowing him,” Janus responded, “any tea on the others?” “other than Logan really needed a moral boost. Not much I’m afraid,”

Janus pondered what Virgil said as he pulled out a light purple hoodie and draped it over his arm with a smirk. “I bet Remus could help with that,” Janus held a grin that could only happen on one occasion. “you have a plan? “I have a plan,” Janus said, his eyes glistening.

Virgil was happy that his concealer was able to hide the blush on his face as he saw how happy Janus could get scheming.

--

He was concerned when he found Janus in his room later that day. His smile dropped into a frown when he saw Janus trying to swipe away stray tears. “hey you okay there dude?” Janus’s eyes snapped up to Virgil. “I’m fine,” he didn’t push for an answer.

He slipped off his hoodie and threw it Janus’s way. getting a small laugh out of the side as it landed on the snake’s head. Janus sniffed before he slipped on the hoodie, zipping it up and pulling it over his head. His hat sat off to the side.

Virgil felt worry seeping into his foundation. It had been months since he had seen the side crying. Even then it was the first time in years. “it’s okay,” Virgil said as he sat down next to Janus, leaning his back on the wall and wrapping an arm around the side, “I’ve got you.”

No more words were said. Being there in each other’s embrace said more than they truly knew. Janus rested his head on Virgil’s shoulder. A wave of tired washing itself over the both of them, falling asleep. Lulled by the sound of the others slow breathing.

--

Virgil was not impressed. When Janus said he had a plan… he didn’t expect this of all things to happen. nope. Nada. Not on his wish list.

He sighed as he watched roman get bonked on the head by the mace. He had been asked to play along. Not that the other three in the room knew that.

“ah… it’s the duke,” Virgil sighed… he was having words with Janus later.

The only problem was that he had an act to keep up. one he preferred not to do. he was a light side, and until the others knew that he promised he would keep the act of hating the others up. that had been the compromise.

And then… “I would never hide anything from you,” he glanced down to the floor. a fiery pit of rage burned higher the more Remus spoke. he could let Janus slide. He knew the other was just teasing him. But Remus wasn’t like that. he knew what he said and how it could invoke feelings in others. and he knew that this would trigger something in Virgil… and it did. Janus hadn’t told him about the plan… he had hinted at his past… and now Remus had as well. Had Janus told him to do so?

He shook his head, unnoticed by the others. only one thing could be said. Their plan, whatever it was… was working. Logan was getting listened to despite what everyone around him kept saying.

At some point he guessed he got caught up in his head. The possibilities running around his mind weren’t pretty to say the least and he knew he had Remus to thank for that. “Virgil buddy?” and that where things hit the fan.

--

He wasn’t sure how to feel… years of work seemed to be set in flames in seconds. The look of betrayal etched into his mind. Unwilling to move when he blinked. “Virgil?” a silky voice spoke from behind. it seemed to light a match below. One he didn’t realise was sitting above gasoline.

Virgil snapped around, glaring harshly at Janus with a steely gaze. the deceitful side stepped back in shock… this wasn’t like Virgil.

“leave me alone,” he snarled. Janus looked at Virgil before taking a step forward. Virgil ignored his calls and walked away. His destination was his room. He wanted to be alone for now.

And Janus. He didn’t know what had happened. But he needed to know. And now. He turned and bolted to where Remus was normal confided.

What he didn’t expect was to bump into said side over in the light half. “Jannie? To what do I owe the pleasure?” he grinned wildly. “why is Virgil so angry at me?” he asked with pleading eyes. “angry- “he cut himself off.

He stopped himself before thinking, and when it hit him it was like a bag of coal had be thrown into his skull. “um… we may have fucked up?” Remus said as he looked at a confused Janus. “what do you mean?” Janus asked, worry seeping into his words. “you know…hinting to Thomas he was one of us and all,” Remus said nonchalantly.

Janus stopped where he stood… had that really been the reason? Had he been so angry because they kept prodding at that small thing? tears left Janus as thoughts swirled in his head. Had Virgil hated him all this time… had he only put up with them because he could keep an eye on them. “I… I need to go,” Janus muttered as he wiped away tears that pooled down his face. “Janus,” Remus said as he grabbed the sides arm. “please- “before he could finish, he was pulled into a tight hug.

Any tears that had been held in went loose like a waterfall. He sobbed into Remus’s chest.   he didn’t want to believe he may have just lost his best friend. But some times there’s no way to lie yourself out of a situation.

--

That was the final straw for Janus. He wasn’t the villain. He never had been. So why was roman so insistent he was. “how can we trust him!?” he heard roman yell at Thomas. “I don’t have an easy answer for that…it’s a start,” there was no going back. “my name…” all eyes were on him in that moment. “my name is Janus,” he looked Thomas dead in the eyes before hearing laughter. no… “Janus? What are you? a middle school librarian?” roman laughed.

He had tried to hold himself back from sinking down. Doing what he does best and snapping back as a defence. “oh that god you don’t have a moustache roman. Otherwise between you and Remus… I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is,” what the fuck did he just say?!

His mind didn’t remember much of what happened after. Right now, he was in his room curled tightly in a ball. Ignoring Remus’s plea to get him out of the room. he only pulled himself closer… just when he thought he wasn’t the villain he did that. just when things were going perfectly… he did the one thing he knew would hurt roman. compare him to his brother. He let out a small chuckle as his mind grew darker and darker. Remus began to get worried. He could hear Janus’s thoughts and it was getting to much even for him.

A thought crossed his mind… would he even want to see Janus. Well… tough luck.

He found himself bolting over to the light sides. Dodging Patton coming down the stairs. Not stopping to apologise as he shoved him out the way.

When he arrived at the purple door, he banged harshly, hoping to grab the others attention. he heard shuffling on the other side but didn’t let up until the door creaked open. He slotted his foot in the crack of the door, just in case.

Virgil saw the panicked look on Remus’s face. “what do you want?” he asked sternly. “it’s Janus, please-“ Virgil shut the door harshly, causing Remus to wince,” I’m scared,” Remus muttered.

Virgil paused. He had never heard him sound so… broken? Was that the right word. Then he felt it. the waves of anxiety coming from Remus. It made his eyes go wide. “where is he?” “his room, he won’t open the door for me,” Remus muttered. Virgil gave a sharp nod before sinking down. He landed outside Janus’s door and almost stumbled at the force of anxiety and feelings even he had never felt so strongly. what was going through his head?

He reached his hand onto the door handle. He held a breath before turning it and pushing it open. he wasn’t sure what he would find. But it didn’t feel like it would have been this.

His room was dark. Pitch black even. A small shiver was sent up his spine the closer he got to Janus. that’s when his ears registered the noises coming from the bed tucked neatly in the corner. He felt something inside his soul break as he heard the sobs and cries coming from the ball curled up on the bed.

He closed the door behind himself. Knowing Janus wouldn’t want anyone to see him like this. “Janus?” he said, “hey, can you hear me?” he asked.

The side heard his name get called and looked up, showing his face that had been buried in his lap. “Virgil?” he muttered rubbing his eyes, trying to labour his breathing as best as possible. he sat down at the end of the bed before taking his hoodie off and placing it mid-way to him and Janus. but before he knew it a set of arms were wrapped around him, holding him tightly in a hug. what felt close to an instinct he wrapped his arms around Janus. Not letting go. He continued to hold on as he heard the sound of Janus’s breathing settling down before Janus slumped against him. He lifted Janus up before he repositioned himself, trying to not wake the obviously shattered side.

“g’nite Janus,” he muttered before planting a gentile kiss on Janus’s head. he lied down next to Janus, wrapping his arms as best as he could around the side. he didn’t realise how much he had missed holding Janus like this. Sure, the situation could have been better. But he had a feeling if it weren’t for Remus he wouldn’t have cared enough to check.

Virgil didn’t sleep.

--

Janus had woken up with something warm wrapped around him. It was like a heater for your body mixed with the worlds best blanket. the smell of cookies and coffee filled his nose. making him let out a content sigh. he buried his head further into whatever it was. a small chuckle filled his ears. Since when did blankets make a noise?

He cracked an eye open before shooting up. there lying next to him was a smirking Virgil his hoodie lying where Janus had been moments ago. “okay, what the hell- “the memories from yesterday flooded his mind.

Any though that had been in his mind only a couple minuets ago were washed away. He felt his shoulders beginning to shake as he dug his nails into his arms. Virgil threw the hoodie his way. he caught it mid air and slipped it on as quickly as possible. He could swear that any thoughts left as soon as he put his first arm in that sleeve.

“what happened yesterday Janus?” Virgil asked. he guessed when he winced at the memories Virgil was not going to back down from this one. “some things were said… and roman made fun of my name,” he muttered. he looked up to see a murderous look on Virgil’s face. “I compared him to Remus and…the look on his face. Virge… it won’t go away,” he cried, burying his head in Virgil’s shoulder.

He was fresh out of tears and felt like a piece of dirt. “sorry you had to witness that last night,” he sniffed. “hey, don’t apologise, feeling suck. Sometimes all you need is a good cry,” Virgil chuckled, “take that from me.”

Janus didn’t say anything but only held onto Virgil ever so slightly tighter. sure things weren’t the best. But even so. He was happy to know despite what had happened Virgil could still keep a soft spot for him. A warm feeling spread in his chest. happiness was something he loved. And to Janus, Virgil was his own source of daily happiness.

Despite all their fights, at the end of the day neither could be mad for long. They would always come to a compromise. And right now, even if it was just to put what happened behind them, he was okay with that.

He had Virgil and Virgil had him. he had all he needed in his arms.

[theflannelwizard]

Idaho Headcanons!

I love Idaho so much but I don’t see much content of/for him! So here are some of my headcanons about our sunshine country boy:

Idaho's last name is Pieper (pronounced Peeper) which is Dutch for squeaker or potato (the Amish speak Pennsylvania Dutch)

He’s just genuinely happy as a simple lil farmer boy. He doesn’t want or need anything else

He can play the banjo pretty well but since he needs a tiny one for his little hands it’s super high pitched

He’s a huge animal person but his family doesn’t have any pets or animals, so he likes to go to his friends’ houses and see their pets

He really wants to be the first member of his family to go to college

When Idaho grows up he wants to be a country singer, a farmer, or an elementary school teacher

He’s the shortest of his siblings (he has a bunch) and the youngest of his brothers, but he’s also the scrappiest out of all of them

He has four big brothers, two big sisters, and one little sister. Some of them are old enough to have moved out, but they’re a very tight knit family

By his family’s standards he’s actually pretty tough, even though he’s super chipper and innocent compared to his classmates

He can whistle really well!! Like Really well. It sometimes gets on people’s nerves but he’s jut having a good time!

Idaho is super impressed by post-void Rob's look bc he rarely sees static (doesnt have a tv, etc), and he keeps going up to him and saying things like "Pardon me, but you look awfully fancy, mister! I like it!" and Rob is like ???? okay ????? does this kid even know who i am ?????

He witnessed the HDG and Gumball "legend phone" interaction and thought it was a real and hip thing so he introduced it to his family and now they all greet each other with the legend phone

Idaho doesn't have or want a partner but he is very affectionate with his friends, giving them hugs and holding their hands and saying he loves them. Since he's so small he often ends up just hugging his friend's leg or being picked up by them

He’s good friends with Hector! Idaho doesn't want to do anything that's too fast paced for Hector and Hector just carries Idaho around as if he is a good luck charm :)

They play Monopoly together and actually finish the game without getting too worked up about it or taking it personally

One year he went as a potato for halloween and everyone was like "buddy you’re already a potato" but he insists he's being a Different kind of potato

A lot of the things he learns at school contrast with the things his family teaches him (eg his family are flat earthers) so he learns from a pretty young age that he's gonna have to think for himself and make his own decisions based on what seems right or good or true. is he always right? definitely not. but he's got pretty good decision making skills

That said he likes to humour ppl and go along with whatever they're saying or doing as long as it's not hurting anyone. so people tend to assume he's naive, which he is, but not to the degree they think he is. he just doesn't like to argue

Miss Simian gets mad at Idaho for writing papers the same way he talks. She's like "you can't say "ain't" in an academic paper!" and he just looks at her and says "well why not? ain't nothin' wrong with the word" and she's just. so fed up with him. but he just wants to write in his natural dialect

When he’s not listening to country music (classic country, like John Denver and Dolly Parton, not new country) he likes 70s soft rock or dad rock like Tom Petty and Neil Young and Billy Joel

[letsmellowjello]

Long Time No See

Part 1, Part 2

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: abandonment

Summary: You thought you would never see Poe again until he shows up on Kijimi years after he left.

Notes: I tried to find stuff out about Poe before he joined the Resistance and about how old he was when he left Kijimi, but I couldn’t find exactly what I wanted so I just made everything up. I also did the same thing with some of the pre existing dialogue since I don’t have the movie right in front of me.

Masterlist ~ Prompt/Request

It had been a long time since you had seen Poe Dameron. Twelve years to be exact. When Poe left he was eighteen and your were seven. He had been like a big brother to you when you were both spice runners on Kijimi. When he left you were absolutely devastated.

~ Twelve Years Earlier ~

The cold wind stung your tear stained face as it whipped through the streets and across the rooftops of Kijimi. You sat on the roof with silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Why did he have to go? Why did he have to leave you here all alone?

“Y/n?” A voice spoke from the side of the roof.

“Go away! I don’t want to talk to you!” You huffed angrily and shuffled around so that you back was facing the newcomer. But your tone didn’t put him off. Poe carefully moved across the roof to sit next to you.

“Y/n... I-” He started.

“Why are you leaving?” You cut him off and turned to face him abruptly with tears in your eyes. “Why are you just abandoning us? Abandoning me?”

“You know why, I have to go join the New Republic. I don’t want to live the life of a spice runner anymore.”

“But- but you said, you said you would never leave me! Y- you said that you’d always be here for me!” You hiccuped as new tears rolled down you cheeks. Poe looked down guiltily.

“I know y/n... and I’m sorry. If I could bring you with me I would, but the transport only has room for one and the New Republic isn’t taking seven year olds. Please y/n, forgive me. It kills me to leave you behind. I would give anything to not have to leave you. But you won’t be alone, you’ll have Zorii and the other spice runners to look after you.” He pulled you close to him and you couldn’t help but be absorbed in his arms. You knew that he had to leave. As much as you wanted him to stay, you knew he wasn’t happy here and it was his time to move on.

“I’m really going to miss you Poe. Make sure to come back and visit some day.” You sniffled.

“You got it Ladybug,” he smiled at the affectionate nick name and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “I’ll miss you too.”

You knew why he had left and you weren’t mad at him for it. Of course you were absolutely heart broken, but you were happy that he had the chance to reach his full potential. After he left, Zorii Bliss took you in and basically became your older sister figure. She had also gotten you a suit similar to her own just green and silver, your favorite colours. She was tough on you but in an encouraging, ‘I want a better life for you’ sort of way. She was the one that pushed you to work with Babu Frik as a droidsmith.

~ Present ~

“I know a droidsmith who can do it, but he’s on Kijimi,” Poe told Finn and Rey with a groan after deciding that they would have to break C3PO open to get him to translate the Sith text that was on the dagger about where to find the wayfinder to Exegol.

“Why? What’s on Kijimi?” Finn asked suspiciously.

“I had a little bad luck on Kijimi, and there’s just some people there who might not be too happy with seeing me.” Poe ran a hand down his face in frustration, he knew they would have to go back to his old home whether he liked it or not, everything depended on getting the translation and Babu Frik was the only person Poe knew who would be able to do it properly.

~

The air was thick with the smell of oil and dust in Babu Frik’s workshop. You had been working for him and learning the droidsmith trade for ten years now and were getting really good at it. 

All of your work for the day was finished so you just sat on a stool tinkering around with a random droid part when the door opened. You heard Zorii’s voice talking to someone as she came in.

“Hey Zorii-” You looked up to greet her but your throat dried up when you saw who was with her. There were three people and one droid all wearing coats, but you only cared about one. The droid part in your hand clattered to the ground as you stared. “Poe?” Your hopeful voice was barely a whisper.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” He asked with polite confusion. It hurt you that he didn’t remember, but then you reminded yourself that the last time he saw you you were seven and he also couldn’t see your face.

“Are you serious, Poe? You don’t remember her?” Zorii scoffed. You didn’t wait for him to answer, you ripped off your helmet and let it fall to the ground. As soon as he saw your face, he recognized you right away. You ran towards him and he caught you in his arms.

“Ladybug!” Poe exclaimed and swung you around.

“Ladybug?” Finn whispered to Rey who shrugged as they watched this peculiar reunion with nothing but confusion.

“Oh Maker, y/n! I can’t believe it’s you! You’ve grown up so much. Let me take a look at you.” Poe held you at arms length and scanned over your face to see the person that you had become. “You’re not... Are you still angry with me?”

“I’ll have to admit, I am a little bit hurt that you never came back to visit. But I understand why you couldn’t. The Resistance is too important.” You shrugged and visibly saw the relief wash over him. 

“I’m really sorry y/n, if I had been allowed to visit I would have.”

“I know. Are you going to introduce me to your friends?” Finn, Rey, C3PO, and BB8 had just been standing there awkwardly for the last couple of minutes but now stood a little straighter.

“Oh right. Y/n this is Rey and Finn,” you smiled at each of them and shook their hands. “And this is BB8, he’s my droid.” BB8 whirred a greeting.

“Hey there buddy! It’s so nice to me you,” you smiled. Poe looked up in surprise at you understanding of his beeps.

“Since when do you know droid? When I left you always needed a translator.”

“A lot has changed.” You smiled sadly and patted his shoulder. “Who’s this?” You gestured to C3PO.

“This is-” Poe started.

“Hello, I am C3PO. Human cyborg relations, it is a pleasure to meet you y/n.” The droid spoke up over Poe who was trying to shut him up.

“3PO she doesn’t need to hear the whole spiel. Sorry-” Poe began to apologize but you just ignored him.

“Hello C3PO, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” You smiled and turned back to Poe. “Where did you get these droids? They’re in amazing condition. Anyways, as much as I’d like to believe that you’re here to see me, I know you’re not. What do you need?”

“We need to access 3PO’s forbidden memory drive. He’s got some stuff we need. Can Babu do it?” He asked. Babu responded in his own garbled language from the bench.

“He says of course he can do it.” You translated. “Don’t worry Poe, you’ll get what you need.”

~

While Babu Frik worked on the back of 3PO’s head to access the forbidden memory drive, you stood to the side with your arms crossed.

“So,” Finn asked as he and Rey walked up beside you, “how do you know Poe?” 

“Hm? Oh we go way back. He took care of me when I was really young and when we were both spice runners, he was like my big brother. When he left Zorii took me in and raised me the rest of the way.” You told them.

“So he just got up and left?” Rey asked, she sounded somewhat skeptical and disbelieving. You understood it though, she and Finn probably saw Poe as a ‘so righteous he can do no wrong’ sort of man, but we all have our moments.

“He just wasn’t happy here, I guess,” You shrugged. “He needed to move on.”

While on watch outside, Zorii and Poe were having a similar conversation. They sat side by side in the same place that you had sat with Poe when you had last spoken all those years ago.

“Why did you leave her Poe?” Zorii asked after a moment of silence between the two. “You knew that she needed you but you just left her.”

“I know... I’m sorry Zorii. I just needed to leave.” Poe couldn’t meet her gaze so instead he looked out over Kijimi. 

“You know, she cried for days after you left. You abandoned her Poe, you abandoned me, you abandoned the crew.” He didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry Zorii, I’m sorry I left you, y/n, and everyone so suddenly. I’m sorry I left you to take care of her before even talking with you about it.” Zorii gave a small nod of appreciation for the apology. They stayed silent for a couple minutes more just watching the destruction that had become Kijimi before Poe broke the silence.

“How long has it been like this?”

“The First Order took most of the kids a long time ago. I can’t stand the cries anymore. I’ve saved up enough to get out, I’m going to the colonies and I’m taking y/n with me.”

“How? All those hyper lanes are blocked.” Poe reminded her. She reached down into her boot to pull out a small silver disk with different sized slots cut into it. “That’s First Order captains medallion!” He looked at it with nothing but awe and wonder. “I’ve never seen a real one!”

“Free passage through any blockade. Landing privileges, any vessel.” After a brief moment of hesitation, Zorii lifted up the visor that covered her eyes. “Do you want to come with us?” She had a little bit of hope that he would say yes and then you, her, and Poe could all be back together once again. Poe looked at the ground and though for a moment but then looked back up at her.

“I can’t walk out of this war, not until it’s over.” He told her truthfully. It hurt him to say it, he wanted more than anything to be able to run away with them but he had a duty to the Resistance and he didn’t want to make the same choice that he had made twelve years ago when he left you and Zorii in the dust. It was then that Zorii knew that he was a different man from when she knew him before. He was more mature, he had a sense of duty and responsibility. “Maybe it is. We sent out a call for help at the Battle of Krait, nobody came. People are afraid, they’ve lost hope.” 

“No, I don’t believe you believe that. They win by making you think that you’re alone. There’s more of us.” She told him with absolute confidence in her voice.

~

You ran through the streets with Rey, Finn, Poe, Zorii, BB8, and C3PO to get them on a transport out of Kimiji. As you ran you whispered something to Zorii and she nodded.

“Poe! It might get you on a capital ship.” Zorii held up the medallion for him to take. He looked at it with wide eyes and then back up at you and Zorii.

“Go help your friend Poe.” You urged him.

“I don’t think I can take this-!” He tried to refuse it but she pressed it into his gloved palm.

“I don’t care what you think!” Zorii cut him off.

“What about you and y/n? How will you get out?”

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll manage, we always have.” She assured him.

“We have to go!” Rey called from the ship.

“Come with us!” He suggested. But Zorii shook her head.

“You need to go.” He began to turn around but you stopped him one last time.

“Poe! I’m going to miss you so much.” You attacked him with a bear hug just as he was about to get on the ship. “It was so good to see you again. Promise me that you’ll come back to visit, for real this time.”

“Yeah, you too y/n. I promise, as soon as all of this is over we’ll tour the galaxy. I love you so much Ladybug.” And with that, he turned back and got onto the ship. You waved at him as the doors closed and then followed Zorii back through the streets. You really hoped that you would see him again, your big brother, your hero. Seeing him had brought out the little seven year old kid in you waiting for him to come back just to say hi. You didn’t hate him, you never did. But some part of you knew that you might never see him again.

[lunasilvermorny]

Yer a Prefect SQ - What the hell happened to Jane, you guys?

And now...

To the SQ!

Yes, because for a single bathroom it’s necessary to have a serious tour..

“This is where you shit.”

“This is where you wash your hands.”

That could have been awkward if you got these two mixed up, right?

Good job, Bill. Best prefect award goes to...

MC: Taking points!

Bill: That’s not-

MC: That’s the core value Chester taught me and you won’t take it away from me!

Oh, you were talking about the bath?

Jeez, why are people so obsessed with this bath?

How bad are the regular showers?

Are you sure she was a Hufflepuff?

Green is Slytherin, mate.

In her defense, that’s the best way to insult a Ravenclaw.

I get some serious Merula vibes here...

Why try to be original, when you can use the same cliche all over again, right, JC?

My thoughts exactly.

Kill her.

I mean, tell your head of house.. The blue book has said so.

Because they never gave us the option to snitch on her...

That could’ve made things so much easier.

A redundant question, as usual.

Not your best prank, to be honest.

I mean, that’s Tulip we’re talking about...

That’s exactly what she was thinking and the main reason that she did it.

And you fixed it in, what, 3 seconds...? No need to get mad.

Brilliant?

Well, better than Zonko’s crap, I’ll give you that.

Good to know you draw the line at “murdering Ben.”

And she immediately put you in that position.

FRIENDSHIP.

Fuck it.

MC: 100 points from Ravenclaw!

Yeah, that too.

Oooooh, yeah.

That prefect life.

Well, that went better than I expected.

That just reflects your bad judgment.

You mean, actually doing her job?

Yeah.

You see, you just undermined the entire thing.

The point is that Ravenclaw suffers as a result of Tulip’s actions. It’s a social pressure component that uses shame as a tool to prevent students from breaking the rules by punishing everyone in the house.

Now there is a net gain of 10 points, so you just rewarded Tulip’s bad behavior.

JC, you really made him the worst educator ever! (Even more than JKR.)

Tough choice!

Wait, I have to choose to face the Chimaera? But werewolves sound more interesting...

Also, level 9 friendship with Tonk for the werewolves thing?

You do know that it’s not the fact that he’s a werewolf that made her fall in love with Lupin, right? It’s despite it!

Way to make that her weird kink.. Really puts an ugly turn on their future relationship.

Focus on your studies? It goes without saying, big guy.

MC’s whole experience so far, in a nutshell.

Looks like shutthefuckup!

Aww, you big softy, you.

Oh my god! The old prefects!

I mean, I only care about Chester, but if they need to be there in order to meet him again, so be it.

No, it’s an illusion.

That’s awesome.

Way to go, Bill!

But do I care?

No... Lemme talk to Chester!

Close enough.

Or not.

Jeez, what’s with the dead eyes?

Why is she so creepy?

Isn’t she the Hufflepuff in the group?

Get out!

She has PTSD, Chester... You fucking monster.

In this distorted universe? Yes.

And by that I mean- Chester, what have you been up to?

Aww, baby. I’m so proud!

Is that why you’re dressed up like the doctor?

Slytherin Charlie, confirmed.

Haha, he doesn’t care at all.

Sorry, Charlie. Better luck next time.

Jane: I’ve been here all along. Never left.

Jesus...

This girl is a nightmare fuel.

Yes, except for Jane...

I think you’ve shared quite enough for one day.

But is that a good thing?

His cope mechanism is to think Snape was joking the whole time...

Poor guy.

Probably killed the last guy that asked too many questions!

Jane: Breathe

Everyone else around the table:

Yep, good thing she studies there all the time.

Good job, mate.

That’s the spirit, buddy.

Again, everyone except Jane.. Doesn’t look like she’s able to make good life decisions.

Aww! I miss him so much...

Chester, come back.

The Gryffindor advice, of course.

That’s a good one too.

Jesus Christ, Jane...

And maybe get Jane help.

She looks like she has a lot on her plate.

I love it...!

Can we have more of the old prefects?

Conclusions:

This is going to be surprisingly short.

It was a nice little SQ... It wasn’t too interesting, but the last scene was kinda worth it.

And Jane became the surprise focal point of the entire thing around the end.

Jane:

I barely have an opinion on this one...It was fine, overall.

[edgy-ella]

Super Smash Bros critical hit quotes

To contribute to the recent efforts to turn Smash Bros into Fire Emblem with Nintendo All Stars, I thought it would be cool/funny to add critical hit quotes to Smash Bros characters. Maybe they could say these whenever they used their final smashes (some of them already do lmao). Or, if we ever do get a tactics RPG with Nintendo characters which would be THE DREAM, Nintendo could use these. Some of these were really easy, others were really hard. I bet you can guess which ones.

Also, for characters who communicate with singular noises/grunts, I’ve added a translation of what they’re actually saying.

Mario:

“Lets-a go!”

“Mario time!”

“Mama Mia!”

“Wahoo!”

Donkey Kong:

“Banana slamma!”

“DK! Donkey Kong!”

“You’re an absolute zero!”

“Here I come!”

Link:

“My courage will prevail!”

“This is just between you and me.”

“…Now!”

“I’m dangerous, you know.”

Samus:

“For true peace!”

“You’ve done well.”

“Time to pay up!”

“Mission complete.”

Dark Samus:

“I will corrupt you.”

“The thrill of battle.”

“Touch me. I dare you.”

“Dead on arrival!”

Yoshi:

“Yoshi!” (Peace!)

“Hm hm, hup!” (I’m finished with you!)

“Yoshi yo?” (Fried or scrambled?)

“Yo yo yo!” (Don’t be such a baby!)

Kirby:

“Haiii!” (Hello!)

“Poyo poyo!” (Thanks for playing with me!)

“Uwaaah!” (Hey, that hurt!)

“Hiyaaa!”

Fox:

“Here I come!”

“Better luck next time.”

“It’s go time!”

“Mission complete.”

Pikachu:

“Pika pika!” (Bye bye!)

“Piii, pikachu?” (Oh, you want some more?)

“Chu, pika pi!” (I’m electrifying!)

“Pika pi pi!” (Sparks are flying!)

Luigi:

“Let’s-a go…”

“Go, green!”

“Bang, bang!”

“ACHOOO!”

Captain Falcon:

“Come on!”

“Show me your moves!”

“I’m number one!”

“Guess I’ll have to show off!”

Ness:

“Say fuzzy pickles!”

“Batter up!”

“You stink!”

“Does it hurt yet?”

Jigglypuff:

“Puff puff…” (I’m getting sleepy…)

“Jigglypuff jiggly jiggly!” (Time for a power ballad!)

“Jiggly, jigglypuff puff?” (Would you like an encore?)

“Jigglypuff puff jiggly!” (Sing with me now!)

Peach:

“Sweet!”

“This is fun!”

“Don’t hit me!”

“Want some cake?”

Daisy:

“Sweet!”

“I got it!”

“I’m the best!”

“Hi, I’m Daisy!”

Bowser:

“Bowser time!”

“I’m oughta rip your stuffing out!”

“Even scarier up close, huh?”

“Bwahahaha!”

Ice Climbers:

“Knock ‘em out!”

“Double trouble!”

“You’re wobbling!”

“Catch and release!”

Sheik:

“Time is cruel.”

“For my people!”

“Silence.”

“We will meet again.”

Zelda:

“Victory is a step away!”

“For my people!”

“I will not yield!”

“It would be wise to stand down.”

Dr. Mario:

“You are terminally ill.”

“The doctor will see you now.”

“I diagnose you with defeat!”

“Clear!”

Pichu:

“Pichu pi pi…” (This is exhausting…)

“Pichu pichu!” (My time to shine!)

“Chu, pichu pi!” (I’m electrifying!)

“Pi pichu chu!” (You’re such a baby!)

Falco:

“Had enough yet?”

“Gotta jet!”

“Quit moving around!”

“I’ll take you down with one shot!”

Marth:

“Eyes on me!”

“This is it!”

“Forgive me!”

“Shine, Falchion!”

Lucina:

“Time to change fate!”

“You will not stop me!”

“Hope will never die!”

“Our bonds give me strength!”

Young Link:

“My courage will prevail!”

“No hard feelings.”

“I’ll show you a terrible fate!”

“Hey, you! Listen up!”

Ganondorf:

“Pathetic little fool!”

“Your place is beneath me!”

“I am your demise!”

“Behold my power!”

Mewtwo:

“Do not defy me.”

“Pathetic.”

“You’re a fool.”

“Your thoughts betray you.”

Roy:

“I won’t lose!”

“By my blade!”

“For those I must protect!”

“My flame burns bright!”

Chrom:

“Anything can change!”

“Now I’m mad!”

“I will not fail!”

“Our bonds give me strength!”

Mr. Game & Watch:

“RING!” (NINE!)

“Beep beep bop beep.” (I am beyond your comprehension)

“Breep BOP!” (Now DIE!)

“Boop boop beep bop.” (The time has come!)

Meta Knight:

“Know my power!”

“Behold!”

“Come meet your doom!”

“You will not escape!”

Pit:

“You’re finished!”

“Bye now!”

“It’s game over for you!”

“Say your prayers!”

Dark Pit:

“Goodbye!”

“It’s time!”

“Game over.”

“Nothing personal.”

Zero Suit Samus:

“Be still.”

“You’re mine.”

“I object!”

“Stunning, isn’t it?”

Wario:

“I’m-a gonna win!”

“Stinker!”

“You smell that?”

“WAHAHAHA!”

Snake:

“It’s showtime.”

“War has changed.”

“I won’t shed tears for you.”

“Be quiet.”

Ike:

“Prepare yourself.”

“No holding back!”

“Amateur.”

“Out of my way!”

Pokémon Trainer:

“It’s super effective!”

“A critical hit!”

“Go get ‘em!”

“We’re a top percentage team!”

Diddy Kong:

“You’re outta here!”

“I’m one tough Kong!”

“Here’s my chance!”

“Hoo hah!”

Lucas:

“Don’t back down now…”

“I’m sorry!”

“You must be tired.”

“I can endure this!”

Sonic:

“Now I’ll show you!”

“I’ll always keep on running!”

“Do you know who I am?”

“You’re too slow!”

King Dedede:

“You ready to get clobbered?”

“I’ll kick you to the curb!”

“Bow before my majesty!”

“I am D-D-Devious!”

Olimar:

“You were a fine research specimen.”

“Courage, Olimar!”

“I must survive!”

“Carry, fight, multiply!”

Lucario:

“The aura is with me!”

“I can smell your fear!”

“You can’t hide from me!”

“That was your last mistake.”

R.O.B.:

“Now terminating.”

“Initiating critical attack.”

“ERROR: Life not found.”

“I am Robotic Obliterating Buddy.”

Toon Link:

“My courage will prevail!”

“You want a piece of me?”

“Let’s get dangerous!”

“Do you hear the wind blowing?”

Wolf:

“What’s the matter, scared?”

“Playtime’s over.”

“You’re good, but I’m better.”

“Can’t let you do that!”

Villager:

“Now, scram!”

“Time to get buried!”

“This is gonna hurt!”

“Who’s the mighty one now?”

Mega Man:

“Leave it to me!”

“I’ll make you pay!”

“This is for the greater good!”

“You must be stopped!”

Wii Fit Trainer:

“Feel the burn!”

“Let’s get fired up!”

“You’re off balance!”

“No pain, no gain!”

Rosalina:

“I’ll put you to sleep.”

“Children, avert your eyes!”

“Let us begin!”

“Away with you!”

Little Mac:

“Don’t underestimate me!”

“I’m gonna punch you out!”

“This one’s for the Bronx!”

“Dance like a fly, bite like a mosquito!”

Greninja:

“Gre nin.” (Silent takedown.)

“Ja, Greninja!” (Now, you must die!)

“Gre, ninja gre…” (Just as the flow of the ocean…)

“Gre JAJAJAJA!” (Hiyayayaya!)

Palutena:

“You shall be purified.”

“Time for some divine intervention!”

“I won’t hold back!”

“Say your prayers!”

Pac-Man:

“Get ready!”

“Let’s put a smile on that face!”

“Do you have a fevor?”

“Wakka wakka wakka wakka.”

Robin:

“Time to tip the scales!”

“Checkmate!”

“I have a plan!”

“Our bonds give me strength!”

Shulk:

“This is the Monado’s power!”

“I can change the future!”

“Looks like I don’t have a choice!”

“I’m really feeling it!”

Bowser Jr.:

“I won’t quit!”

“Are you watching, Dad?”

“You need some roughing up!”

“Hope you’re ready!”

Duck Hunt:

“Heheheheh~”

“Grrr…”

“AWOOOO!”

“Ruff, ruff!” (I’ll bite your ankles off!)

Ryu:

“I will finish this.”

“Now’s my chance!”

“Gotcha!”

“I’m not finished yet!”

Ken:

“You’re going down!”

“Get serious!”

“Gotcha!”

“Open your eyes!”

Cloud:

“No hard feelings.”

“Your luck’s run out.”

“I’m breaking my limits!”

“Not interested.”

Corrin:

“This ends here!”

“I make my own fate!”

“I won’t surrender!”

“Open the way, please!”

Bayonetta:

“Let’s dance, boys!”

“New ‘do, dead you!”

“You’ve been naughty!”

“Flock off!”

Inkling:

“Woomy!” (Booyah!)

“Ngyes!” (Aww yeah!)

“Wo squalimey!” (Come on, this way!)

“Say fwess!” (Stay fresh!)

Ridley:

“You’re about to die!”

“I make a big impression!”

“Start screaming.”

“You’ll make for a good snack.”

Simon:

“My path is clear!”

“On my honor as a Belmont!”

“I vanquish the darkness!”

“I offer only defeat.”

Richter:

“You don’t belong in this world!”

“Begone, monster!”

“I vanquish the darkness!”

“Farewell.”

King K. Rool:

“I’ve had enough of this!”

“Nothing can stop me!”

“You’re all doomed!”

“Any last requests?”

Isabelle:

“My apologies!”

“Now you’ve done it!”

“I’m gonna go Isaballistic on you!”

“Will that be all?”

Incineroar:

“Grahaha!”

“Cineroar!” (I’m gonna put on a show!)

“Incin!” (Oh, yeah!)

“Incineroar, cin?” (You want an autograph?)

Piranha Plant:

“Plant gang!”

“You see these pearly whites?”

“For Lord Bowser!”

“I’m about to head out.”

Joker:

“The show’s over.”

“You never saw it coming!”

“I’m going to ravage you!”

“Time to steal your heart!”

Hero:

“But I must!”

“Have you wet your knickers?”

“My turn!”

“Time to get critical!”

“HOES MAD”

Banjo and Kazooie:

Banjo: “I’m sorry!”

Banjo: “Out of the way, please!”

Kazooie: “You can shove it!”

Kazooie: “Get bent, nerd!”

Both: “We’re raring to go!”

Terry:

“Are you okay?”

“Hey, c’mon!”

“Bingo!”

“Take it easy!”

Byleth:

“Here is something to believe in!”

“Allow me to demonstrate!”

“Let this be a lesson!”

“No hesitation!”

Bonus:

Sans:

“You’re gonna have a bad time.”

“Get dunked on!”

“This’ll hurt a skele-ton!”

“Sorry about this, pal…”

Cuphead:

“You’re up!”

“Don’t mess with me!”

“Ready for a walloping?”

“Oh, it’s on!”

[warfear]

WHAT’S GOOD, PARTY PEOPLE ?     the name’s mads :    twenty - four summers young, in love with cj from dawn of the dead (2004), mortal enemies with amc’s the walking dead and so very excited to be here. thus, without further ado, below the cut you’ll find the basics—the general gist—about my horrible, poorly written bastard children. 

trigger warnings for : cancer, death, kidnapping, abuse and assault !!

APOLSKIS, JULIAN      —      twenty-four, comic store clerk.

BASICS :     born in seattle, julian moved to fort elms when he was a whooping eleven years old. why, you don’t ask. well, because he got diagnosed with a gnarly case osteosarcoma and his father took ONE LOOK at that hospital bill and vanished into thin air, that’s why ! so, mommy dearest took her kids and skipped town as well. for less horrible reasons, of course. since then, his cancer has came and went and came back again. until finally it went for the last time, taking his leg with it as it did. he’s cancer free now ! three years and counting. we do love that for him … depressing facts aside, he’s in a punk rock band because we gotta Stick It To The Man. they suck but he’s decent on the drums and that’s all that matters. him. yeah, he’s a bit of a prick. a lovable prick. loves to play the devil’s advocate and hates talking about his feelings because ~ romantic trauma ~. but other than that, a decent guy, alright ! put some respect to his name. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS … 

ex - girlfriend :     bringer of trauma … she was his second ever girlfriend and their relationship was good, okay ! lasted almost two years. and then, without warning, she dumped him, THROUGH A NOTE. left without a word and that was that. a big bitch move, i’d say. 

mother :     the best mom there is ! worked three jobs to support her family after the deadbeat left, and is overall the best person juli knows and will ever know. she’s a second generation polish immigrant and very insistent on julian retaining his jewish heritage. pops was christian, so … gross. 

father :     not much to say about this bastard except he hasn’t spoken to his own children in thirteen years. not as much as a birthday card ! who knows where he is now. we’d like for him to be dead in a ditch but odds are he has a new family. i’d love for julian to knock him out, please hit me up for that. 

hospital buddies :     like i said, he spent most of his childhood in a hospital. so he must’ve made at least one friend there. they can be a teenager, they can be a senior citizen — as long as their friendship was thrust onto julian by sheer proximity and boredom. he’s obviously well now but i’d like for him to have a sliver of his past life close. 

DIMEO, BRANDON      —      thirty-five, mall cop.

BASICS :     very italian. a walking italian stereotype, really. his family is huge and he’s close with them all. too close. i’m talking yearly hunting trips, weekly family dinners, and a mother who still does his laundry. which means, yes, he’s a momma’s boy. a bit of a scrub, if you will. flopped out of the police academy in his early twenties, as he’d almost done high school, and settled for acting cop at the local mall. he’s a bit of a dumbass, and by a bit i mean a lot. unintelligent to the point where he can’t do basic math. emotionally unintelligent to the point where he can’t have a long - term relationship. we do love that. also a big fan of the charlie’s angels television series, AS HE SHOULD BE. he’d be an angel of charlie’s if he could be …

WANTED CONNECTIONS …

ex - girlfriend :     i’m talking first and only. probably didn’t get together until his mid - late twenties, and didn’t last that long either. probably had issues with his weird relationship with his mother, probably didn’t appreciate that he couldn’t clean his own house, probably wanted a man and not a little boy. she definitely dumped him. oh, well.

family :     he has A LOT. two parents ( i was gonna say obvi but is it obvi, i don’t think so. check yourself @ me ) and three brothers … but he’s the baby of the family, physically and mentally. i feel for his mother. i’d love for him to have a kid cousin, though. like one girl ( except his mommy ) he treats well. it’d be cute, shut up.

friends with benefits :     pretty self - explanatory. no strings attached, no commitment, no expectations … it’s all poor donnie here can muster in life. so do give it to him, please and thank. 

broskis :     he needs friends ! who aren’t other mall cops ( sorry egg take it up with HR ) … maybe dudes he’s known since high school, his OG home - boys. either to enable his antics or to call him out on his shit. i’ll take anything for brodawg over here. 

KINNEY, SAWYER      —      twenty-two, vet student.

BASICS :     god’s favorite. just kidding … i don’t think her love for him is much reciprocated. first dropped off as an infant @ the local church’s doorstep, then adopted. all is well ! no, her adoptive parents die in a car crash thirteen years later. she was there, too. sole survivor … even her baby brother passing away in the accident. shit’s tough, my dudes. she still has her older siblings, but who cares about them. was diagnosed with epilepsy shortly after ( she hates it, thanks ) and now lives with a disorder to remind her even more of the event. BIG YIKE LET’S MOVE ON … she’s a ray of sunshine ! loves animals and soccer to death. a social butterfly with no concept of personal space. insistent on not minding her business, plagued by a constant need to be liked by EVERYONE. book smart, emotionally intelligent … yet a whole dumbass. we love to see it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS …

cousins :     fun tidbit, after her parent’s death she moved in with her uncle and his children. so, give me those very children ! her siblings are both older than herself and i’m dying for some same - aged partners in crime here. who played soccer with her after school ? who tried beer with her for the very first time ? i am WAITING.

soccer pals :     captain of the local girl’s soccer team, since seventeen baby, sawyer’s in dire need of her soccer pals. y’all ever see the netflix original girls with balls ? yeah, me neither, but that could still be them versus the zombies. they’re all so close and athletic i NEED them to team up against the undead.

toxic church friends :     i’m not calling christianity toxic … i’m calling white church going pinterest loving bitches toxic. i just think it’d be neat for her to have people from that part of her life really pushing this ~ religious agenda ~ onto her further. you know, shaming everything that she does. WHY NOT ! can’t think of a single reason why not, actually.

someone to get under :     look … last year she got DUMPED by her boyfriend. it was rude as hell ! you don’t need to know his reason, okay … she did no wrong, mind your business … either way, give me SOMEONE ELSE for her to focus on so she can finally get over that skinny motherfucker. it doesn’t have to be reciprocated AT ALL, homies. she can thirst from afar … as long as her attention is redirected from ex - boyfriend to wow - possible - boyfriend. ja feel me ? cool.

OSWALT, KEVIN      —      twenty-one, waitress.

BASICS :     born in fort elms as rowan blake, this teensy bitch had a good life going. two parents, three older siblings, one cool ass dog… you get the gist. but all things must come to an end, no ? so, when rowan here was five years old, she was approached by a teenage girl by the name ryan, and booboo the fool as she was, rowan followed this older, much cooler girl right into a stranger’s car… and then rowan was no more ! she spent the next year thirteen years of her life as kevin oswalt, living with her new sister and new mother — creepily nicknamed mama. to say her life with the oswalt’s was good would be… well, it’d be a lie. because kevin wasn’t the first kid they ‘napped, and neither was she the last. lets just say that house was a shit - fest and we should be glad she managed to run away at the tender age of seventeen. by sheer luck, she wound up back in fort elms and by even more luck, she managed to get an education and graduate. unrealistic ? take it up with 2016 me. other than that super fun backstory, kevin’s baby. she likes books  ( always has, though it was her only form of entertainment for a good chunk of her life there )  and she likes french fries. she’s still discovering the world around her, even if she has been out and about for about four - ish years now. so if she’s a BIT NAIVE, then excuse her…

WANTED CONNECTIONS …

ex - boyfriend :     not to go into too many details but kev’s introduction to the dating scene was less than ideal… barely legal and kept under wraps for A YEAR. it sucked, okay. not a good first experience, IN MY OPINION. kevin has another but she’s stupid. EITHER WAY, that left her kinda fucked - up when it comes to relationships. so, when she started dating her other ex circa summer 2017, she was pretty not - that - into - him. sorry we can’t all be over our 30 year old boyfriends… she never even said those three little words and them bitches dated for a year. TRAGIQUE.

brother :     tragically, throughout the years, kevin’s brother is the single family member not picked up and that’s just… fucked, if you ask me. either way — his name is marcus blake but you can change his first to whatever ! he’s the sibling she was closest to as a wee bairn, alright. and i need him here… even if he wouldn’t know her as his sister anymore, but seeing as kev has managed to weasel her way into the blake family through mother and sisters REGARDLESS if anybody remembers or not, i’d say they’d cross paths anyway. oh, and he’s in a band… which isn’t to say juli’s, i mean it could be, but that’s not what i’m saying… anyways, that’s all.

bad influence :     kevin’s too nice. and i don’t like it. so, please, pretty please, give me a plot of pure mayhem. somebody less outwardly chaotic than pippa but more scheming, and maybe capable of convincing kevin to grow a spine. think penelope and josie in legacies… but not gay. i mean, it COULD be gay. i’m not saying it HAS to be gay… mind your business.

victim by proxy :     okay, hear me out… the oswalts are crazy people, and although kevin would like to be excluded from that narrative, she simply cannot. so, consider giving me somebody with some sort of connection to the kiddos missing  ( alternatively : to the man she shanked… girls, ya gotta read her bio, i’m not exposing her further :see_no_evil: )  so kevin’s guilt can just SKYROCKET. that’s fun, right ? make friends with some poor bitch who’s little bro went missing, knowing full well what happened… sickening, kev, get help.

ROSILIO, ODETTE      —      thirty-five, florist.

BASICS :     flaky defined. dropped out of high school, dropped out of california, dropped out of her own wedding … i mean, the list goes on. originally from mexicali, mexico odette moved to chino, california at the ripe age of five. her mother then proceeded to lose custody six years later. * that one vine vc * WAY TO GO, PAUL ! in and out of foster care since, eventually choosing to stay out for the remainder of her teens. until she got herself knocked up ( not by choice but ait ) and was forced to move back in with mommy … but hey, it all turned out fine in the end ! and when her daughter was four years old, she dipped forever. she’s since been living all over the states, only moving to fort elms five - ish years ago. and has indeed stayed put since. even if she did manage to pull a runaway bride. a bit of a bitch move, but at least she’s consistent. ish. because she’s not a bitch, okay, she’s simply … out of fucks to offer the world. can i get an amen. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS …

ex - fiancé :     like i said … left at the altar, that’s gotta knock you down a peg. or two. but she didn’t mean to stomp on his balls like that. in fact, they were very much in love at one point. dated for about two years until marriage was brought up and well, cold feet took over. and there’s no coming back from being a no show at your own wedding, is there. so that was that. marriage over before it even started. they didn’t get much of closure but that’s life for you.

mother :     a horrible mother, plain and simple. she was in and out of jail when odette was in her custody, mostly due to drug related charges which was … not cute, girlie was like eight years old. though who knows, maybe she’s cleaned up her act, and maybe she’s ready to get back in her daughter’s life. or maybe she’s just looking for money … either way, get miss marisa to washington !

employees :     i want … snotty teens, or early twenties bitches that she’ll have to manage. she’s had it with her own daughter, why not add more children for her to boss around. that, or somebody at work who she doesn’t wanna clock. an ally amongst the flowers. 

chino friends :     odette did indeed spend her early to mid teens on the streets and she must’ve made some friends along the way except for kai ( here’s your one mention of the simp @ salem ) … either some bad influences or some good ones. y’all ever seen the movie thirteen ? exactly like that. give me some blasts from the past to bring out the old odette.

[generalasshattery]

Erron/Goofball Reader

I had to write a follow up to that Erron smut I just put out, couldn’t stop myself. You don’t need to read it to figure out what’s going on here, but if you want to, it’s here.

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“Hey there, Trouble,” Erron used that greeting these days whenever you looked like you were up to some bullshit, and today you most definitely were. Your face was flushed, you were panting, clutching the stitch on your side that seemed to prove you never did any cardio. In fact, this was the most exercising you’d done in months, sprinting through the Outworld market to get to Erron’s favorite tavern. You needed a favor, and given your newly minted status as main fuck buddy, you thought you could convince him to help you out.

Things since your “night of seduction” had been amazing, honestly surpassed any of your wildest expectations for how that little shit show could’ve turned out. Sure there was the frequent, rough sex sessions to look forward to, but lately something else was changing. He started looking excited to see you, even when it wasn’t for booty call purposes. Like he did right now, a little amused smile, his posture open and turned to you. He even rested his weight against the bar just enough that he was closer to your ear. Delightful. Of course, he might not be so amused with you when you asked for help. You finished rubbing your side, took a few deep breaths and tried your best to speak as nonchalant as possible.

“You know, it’s really funny you mention trouble,” you said resting a hand on the bar and leaning closer to him. He squinted at you and you knew he knew where this was going.

“And why’s that?” He asked taking a swig of his drink, casually glancing around the bar. His finger lightly brushed against yours where it lay on the bar, a small flirt but maybe a little more. You’d honestly been surprised to find him here not chatting up another lady. The two of you were clearly not exclusive, in fact it was you who had chosen to label it as a “casual fuckfest.” Of course now, with that small little gesture and the way he didn’t immediately close off when he realized you wanted something, you saw the tiniest glimmer of hope to someday have an emotional, committed fuckfest with him. You were getting distracted, and you were running out of time.

“I need you to kick someone’s ass before they can kick mine,” you said, shaking off those lovey dovey bullshit thoughts. His grin grew at that, humor shining in his teeth and eyes.

“Do you deserve that ass kicking?” He asked, his hand running along your forearm. You glared at him, so very indignant. The fucking audacity of this man asking you that.

“Obviously I do,” you said sounding like a teenager correcting an adult with the word “duh.” He tilted his head back and let out a rough sounding laugh at your expense. It was a delightful sound really, fun and full of mirth and yet so manly. There wasn’t really time to start fawning, you could do that later. If you didn’t get him out the door and handling this, there was going to be some problems in the bar. You didn’t think your budding romance could survive you getting him kicked out of his favorite tavern.

“You know people usually pay me for this sort of thing,” he replied and started sipping on his drink. The casual way he said it made it clear that he wasn’t going to charge you, but may make you suffer a little. You didn’t have time for that, though. So you decided to speed up to the punchline.

“In terms of payment I have a blowjob I can offer,” you said quite helpfully, he spat out his liquor. You were starting to get a little anxious, and while you definitely would do your best to fulfill that obligation, you knew he would be a tough man to swallow.

“Perchance the gentleman prefers a weird sex thing maybe? You know I have weird sex things in an absolute abundance.” Your voice went a little higher, and he wiped his chin clean and looked at you for a long moment before sighing. He pushed off the bar and started adjusting his belt with the holsters for an easy grab should the situation call for it.

“Who’s ass you need kicked, you little pain in my rear?” You went up on your toes to kiss his cheek, he twisted his head to catch you on the lips. You kept it chaste though, and you grabbed his arm to drag him out of the bar.

“He’s that big, angry looking fellow screaming about a ‘dumb bitch’, you literally cannot miss him,” you said, using both hands to shove his back and get him onto the street. Not that it made him go any faster, you got winded running two blocks, you might as well been pushing a brick wall.

“Good luck!” You shouted and closed the door behind him. You dusted your hands off like you’d actually accomplished something. To be fair you had, it was hard to imagine him handing out that sort of favor to anyone else he wasn’t lovers with. Lovers. That word felt wrong. Casual fuckfest double ticket attendees. That felt better. Still it felt like a win, not the least of which because you dodged some comeuppance for running your mouth again.

You were ordering a celebration drink when the door swung open quite aggressively with Erron standing there looking bewildered and more than a little agitated. Ah. So he’d seen the person you had upset, and finally grasped what you’d just roped him into.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You loved the way he said that. Right now, raht nao. No, stop. Focus. He looked mad and he was expecting you to say something in your own defense. There was no defense though. So you gave him your most apologetic face, even threw on the puppy dog eyes as best you could, then held up two fingers.

“Two weird sex things,” you promised as seriously as you could. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out the most exasperated sigh. He peaked out over his fingers like he was deciding if you were worth it. There was a brief moment where you waited to see if he was going to tell you to fuck off like he probably should. There was something about the look of concern on your face that seemed to catch him, he was mad about it, but you won. He turned and stomped back out, pausing only to shout over his shoulder.

“And the damn blowjob!”

[my-arlington-academia]

A little fanfiction for Axel's birthday! (Yes I'm always late to everything 😔)

After I missed his birthday, for some reason inspiration hit me and I wrote this to apologize to myself for forgetting. I decided to make Scholar a boy in this one since I feel like there's not enough male Scholar content! (This is also the very first fanfic I have ever shared with other people so don't be surprised if some parts are really clumsy. Beware of possible typos and grammatical errors...) Enjoy!

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The day was slowly drawing nearer.

Scholar was checking out multiple social networking sites and Axel's Wikimedia page for a few hours now. The fangirls and fanboys were excited all over the Internet as if it was their own birthday. Comments such as "Axel and I share the same birthday!!" And "I've been following you since the very beginning, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Axel 💖 you really helped me when I was going through tough times." Or "HAPPY B-DAY AXEL❤❤ I LOVE YOU BBY"

Made Scholar wonder how it must feel like to receive happy birthday messages from millions of strangers. Well, he was guessing that it must be really pleasant: why wouldn't it be? Even if Axel doesn't know them it doesn't change the good intentions they have. Anyway! This wasn't the point of Scholar's "research."

He was browsing through a bajillion of interviews, fanblogs and comments to find what Axel liked. Which was, he thought to himself, maybe a little dumb. They may have known eachother only for about 3 months but at least he knew Axel on a personal level, not through a screen. Hell, when they met Scholar had no idea of who that handsome rocker boy was supposed to be. And now here he was trying to find an answer to something he should probably know the answer to better than Axel's fans. Not to throw shade at them or anything.

"Aaaaaghhhh!!" Subconsciously, Scholar let out a loud whine not realizing that his voice was louder than he intended it to be. "Shut up!! We can hear you from here!" It was Karolina in the room nextdoor. "I'm sorry!! ...ugh." Thankfully she didn't hear the "ugh" part not that it would change her opinion about him.

Scholar was just so lost: "what the hell can I gift to a rich handsome talented guy and not look like an idiot?!" Is what was going through his mind the whole day and it was already 11pm. Tomorrow was Axel's birthday and he still didn't find shit. He had never been good at finding gifts, the only person he gave them to was his dad and then again, it was only sometimes. The both of them weren't the type of people to worry about formalities such as Christmas or birthday presents. And when it came to "friends" it was about the same story.

Scholar put the phone down. It was stupid to worry over something like that. Being surrounded with rich, talented and sometimes famous people all day long Scholar swore to himself one thing. Don't be fake. Be sincere with those people. To be treated like anyone else is what they deserve.

And so Scholar searched for a gift idea again, but this time in his mind. He searched for an answer in his memories, through the small amount of time they had spent together. What does Axel like? It's not that hard. He already knew.

Scholar's mind was set: music, dogs and piercings. A hobby, an animal and accessories. Simple, but let's just go from the basics. "It's not like I can buy something expensive anyway..." His muttering was blocked out by his pillow, no matter what he would find, Scholar was just hoping that it would at least make Axel genuinely happy. Even just a little.

The next day went as expected: everyone was wishing Axel a happy birthday. He was getting occasional gifts from people he was close with and from people with whom he had never even talked to, or at least Scholar was pretty sure that he didn't. Even Tadashi went a bit soft on Axel.

"Not giving me detention for my late arrival today, Mister Student Body President?" Axel was over 15 minutes late which meant that he was deserving of a detention slip by usual à la Tadashi rules. "Go away before I change my mind you ugly ear-pierced clown." Axel was nodding and smirking all knowingly. "Uh-huh. Of course Sir, could I consider this lack of strictness towards me as my birthday present?"

Tadashi reached out for the detention form inside of his bag and took a pen in his hand ready to write Axel's name down and the reason why he got a detention slip. Axel backed away immediately. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry! Geez. Could you at least not threaten me with this shit on my birthday??" Tadashi put the pen back into his pencil case and smiled. "There you go. I knew you had some self-awareness behind your 3 kilograms of makeup and your millions of engagement rings you wear."

Axel frowned like a child. "I don't wear *that* many rings! Also, my makeup is super light!"

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly, though Axel was probably wondering why Scholar didn't wish him a happy birthday. Whenever other people approached him to do so Axel would always peek at Scholar from the corner of his eye,  as if to say: "See?! It's my birthday today..."

Scholar felt secretly super giddy because of that. Axel was totally waiting for it. After the last school hour of the day he even came towards Scholar ""to say hi."" "Hey, Scholar!" "Hey there."

Silence.

"Um. So. Don't you have anything to tell me?" "Nu-huh." "You sure?" "Yup." Silence again. Axel looked down in such an adorable manner that Scholar felt almost like he was murdering a puppy. "Hm. Okay... See you tomorrow?" Scholar smiled as sweetly as he could to hint to the fact that they would see eachother again today. "Of course. Bye!"

After trying to sound as chill as he could, Scholar hurried himself into town. Blindly looking for a gift might be a bad idea but it's often this way that we find the best ones. Scholar was relying on his luck and intuition, he was storming through every single shop until he came accross something a bit silly that could do the job. It was in a small shop named "lying tiger" with a lot of useless gadgets. It was simple, cheap and adorable. Hopefully Scholar's intuition was right.

Upon seeing the gates of the school getting closer and closer as he was walking towards it, he decided to pull off the fastest sprint of his life. If Murdoc had seen him he'd be impressed.

After a couple of minutes Scholar was standing in front of Axel's room. "Okay.... No wait."

It was 7pm and the sun was already gone from a long time ago since it *is* November. Scholar was sweating as if he just ran a marathon, which... He kinda did. He muttered again. "Ugh. Good job, Scholar. Why did you have the bright idea to make yourself smell like a horse before-"

Voices from the hallway were heard, a couple of girls coming his way. Damn it. Alright. Scholar decided to at least make himself look good before coming back, he changed his clothes into something more casual but also charming. A bit of deodorant here and there, some perfume and done!

This time around he was ready, if it wasn't for his stress kicking in that is. He suddenly didn't feel as confident in his gift as a couple of minutes ago. Well, it was too late to change it anyway. Scholar took a deep breath and knocked. He waited there without moving nor breathing. As if until Axel would get out of his room, time had stopped.

Suddenly, the door flew open. The moment their eyes met Axel mockingly smiled. "Oh? You finally decided to come and wish me a happy birthday? Haha." Scholar had kept his hands behind his back but when Axel said that, he instinctively moved them to his front, revealing the package he was holding. Axel stopped smiling and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh." Scholar was already happy with that reaction alone, even if he was unsure on whether or not Axel would like the gift. For a second, this felt like it was enough. "Yeah. I couldn't wish you a happy birthday without giving you a present, could I? Happy birthday, birthday boy!"

Axel carefully took the box into his hands, really gently, as if he could break it just by pressing his palms on it. "Thank you! But geez, you didn't have to. I was worried the whole day, you know? I thought that maybe you were mad at me for something."

He said that while pouting, it was so cute and worth the trouble. Scholar didn't regret his sprint and the whole day lost searching for the gift. "Haha! Of course not. Oh but don't shake the box, you might kill it. Also hurry up and open it, the lil guy needs light." Axel blinked a few times before following Scholar's advice, he tried to open the package as quickly as possible without damaging the wrapping. Needless to say that he wasn't being really successful.

"What do you mean?! Don't tell me it's a hamster or something! You know that we can't keep pets in the dorms, right? Tadashi is *so* gonna kill me if-" It wasn't an animal. Not a real one at least. "A... A toy?" It was a little puppy playing an electric guitar.

"Yup. It has buttons on his back, when you push them the doggo plays sick riffs for you. It has also light effects on the guitar." Axel looked at the toy with admiration. As if that dog made of plastic was a real puppy.

"Oh. My god. A puppy. Playing the guitar for me?!? This is the cutest and most precious gift I have gotten today!" "You like it?" "Are you kidding?! I love it! I'm gonna practice the guitar with him from now on! He's gonna be my little guitar buddy!"

Scholar felt so proud. So damn proud. It was a good call. It made him think about the fact that children often receive useful gifts from the adults rather than fun ones. There was always a craving for a new toy in a kid's heart rather than the need to get a new backpack or clothes. Scholar believed that every teenager in the world still had a child inside of them who would always secretly pass in front of a toy store while ogling at it but being too embarrassed to enter and take a look.

"I'm glad, to be honest I was a bit worried about it. I mean, you probably received a lot of pricey and more useful things today." By the time Scholar had said that, Axel already took the plastic puppy out of the box. "Excuse me? You think that there is something greater in the world than a doggo playing a guitar? Pathetic. And like I told you I'm gonna practice with this guy!"

"Uh. Don't you practice in the auditorium? What will you do when other people will see you hanging out with a toy?" Axel let out the loudest gasp of his life. "How *dare* you call my friend a toy?? Have you even heard him play?"

Axel pushed the button and some light effects emerged from the toy along with a guitar riff, so skillfully played that he felt almost ashamed when comparing himself to the dog. "Holy shit. This dog is better at playing the guitar than me..." Scholar laughed cheerfully, his laugh was followed by Axel's adorable giggle. "Well, I'm happy you like it. This way whenever you play the guitar, hopefully you'll think about me for a bit."

Axel tried to pull off the most flirty expression he could, the kind of stare that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Bold of you to assume that I don't think about you everyday, sweetheart." He would've been so persuasive... if it wasn't for the doggo made of plastic he was holding. Scholar couldn't keep it in any longer and laughed again. Needless to say that he was surprised when he noticed that Axel looked a bit hurt. "... Axel?" "That's so mean. I'm really trying so hard but it never gets through to you, you know?" Scholar's heart dropped into his stomach. "What?"

He heard that right, didn't he? What Axel said just now. As for Axel, in a matter of milliseconds he was already back to his usual smiling self, regretting what he had said. "Oh, haha! Whoops, that came out really wrong. Don't worry, I'm not upset for real. Um..." The hallway went silent and Scholar was really anxious. He felt as if he effed up big time. He was about to apologize and get it out in the open. The fact that he was actually really mortified at the thought of Axel disliking the gift. The fact that he had a crush on him for a little while now. The fact that he was a dumbass when it came to taking hints because he thought that Axel was like this with everyone. But before he could, Axel spoke again. "Don't make that face, you didn't do anything wrong. Look, let's hang out together soon. Just the two of us. Deal?"

Scholar wasn't so sure about the "you didn't do anything wrong" part, since he just noticed that Axel was in fact trying to flirt with him for a while now and he was constantly brushing it off while thinking that it was just his imagination wanting his feelings to be reciprocated. Scholar gulped, unable to say anything else other than: "Of course! Whenever you want, I'll be there."

Axel slowly closed the door... and immediately felt like the hugest moron of human history.

Because he knew. He knew that Scholar would never play dumb with something like that, he just genuinely did not think that he, Axel, could ever like him in that way. But now he knew. Axel just spelled it out for him loud and clear. Next time they see eachother there won't be any doubts in the way. Axel fondly looked at the puppy in his hands. "If only your previous owner knew how to take hints... Well, there's no going back now."

Axel pushed the button again and listened to the puppy's incredible guitar riffs for a while. Even hours and hours later, before falling asleep, he still couldn't get the image of Scholar's astonished face out of his mind when he finally realized what Axel felt towards him. Axel grinned. This kind of expression had no subtlety to it at all. Axel swore to himself.

The next time they see eachother he'll tell him clearly what he thinks, no hints, no silly pick-up lines. And then they'll kiss for sure.

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Here it is! Sorry, the last part was so cheesy 😂. I apologize 🙏🙏 Most of this was written at 3am when I couldn't sleep, because obviously everybody knows that the best moment to write something is when you're supposed to be asleep /s

This has so many plot holes, like for example how is it possible that Karolina didn't beat Scholar's ass the next day for yelling in the middle of the night?? Or how come Tadashi was nice towards Axel for once? That's so OOC, absolutely impossible.

Anyway, Wikimedia is obviously Wikipedia and the "lying tiger" shop is actually "flying tiger" (Not sure if this shop exists in the US.)

Well, thank you for reading!