#But it Was like u look good zed

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

I would love to see how you'd handle Grian's first time storing one of the mers for Sea Speaker! You keep teasing it and I'm getting so impatient-

(sorry if that sounds rude, I can wait, just figured I'd ask anyways)

nah not rude, also cograts u get a short story :D

So yes nomfs are involved

Grian had been sitting on the beach eyeing the wrasse, Skizz up. The mer had attempted to shove himself down the avian’s throat about what 18 times by now? Just staring at them he swore he could feel the wiggling, a hand came up instinctively at the phantom movements.

After the first couple of attempts, grian lost his appetite for a couple of hours too. It’s possible that stemmed from his throat being sore though.

Shrimp- er wow old habits do die hard hm? But Zedaph turned to him pretty much asking if he was okay with just his expression. Grian stopped the throat rubbing. “I- yeah I’m good, just-.” He looked at Skizz who was oblivious to the whole situation. The shrimp mer nodded in understanding, Skizz had been fighting with him a lot to get in his throat, for reasons unknown to the avian. Grian had been getting tense about being by the wrasse for that situation, not that he noticed it all too much, being around most mers made him tense anyway. Back to the main point though, it was odd, why would anything want to shove itself down his throat? He’d get the wrasse cleaning his teeth, but shoving itself into a throat was a whole different level of weirdness.

I suppose it might not be if he doesn’t know that avians don’t use their crops the same as mer’s. As far as Grian’s seen the mer also almost always gets into Impulse’s, and Tango’s crop’s just on command, or well likely by asking.

Speak of the devil, the other two swam up chatting to each other, the 4 hung out all the time, it was surprising with the range of species. At the same time, it was neat.

“Hi T-mango,” Grian said with a smile.

The Eel mer stared at him in a blank confusion.

Impulse mumbled something, a smile on his face.

Tango turned to him and yelled, his hands on the shark’s cheeks pushing his face.

The larger mer laughed, a big belly laugh.

Skizz was instantly looking at Impulse’s mouth then back at Grian.

Grian shook his head no, not feeling it today.

Skizz shrugged and just slid into Impulse’s mouth, the shark didn’t fight it. Once Skizz was down Zedaph approached Grian doing the uppy arms which the avian picked him up. The shrimp pointed towards his mouth making Grian nervous. “D-do you want to clean?” He asked. Zed shook his head no, at least he was honest, then pointed at his throat.

Grian made a nervous noise his eyes glancing away, though when he did turn back to Zed he was being pretty polite and just waiting. The avian sighed and opened his mouth putting Zed in, then lowering down, his tongue pulling away from the salt water as it went in. The mer pet his tongue, checking out things without actually poking like Skizz did. Eventually, Grian put his mouth deeper, his whole mouth full as he breathed through his nose. The problem came when Zed pressed in on the back of his mouth he swallowed. Grian coughed softly, but without the movements, his body felt the need to swallow. The avian cheeped nervously but swallowed Zedaph towards his crop, the avian panicked, but his body kept working automatically till Zed was in his crop. The avian let out panicked noises, rubbing his hand over his stuffed crop. He could taste the bitter salt water on his tongue, he could also feel it being swished around in his crop.

His hands brushed the shrimp, he felt odd with his shell, a lot harder than fish.

He felt hands, it made his panic rise but he realized they weren’t pushing hard, instead, it felt, felt amazing, he started cooing, his eyes looked dreary and soon he fell back in the sand, his wings and feet twitched.

He could make out the 2 mers staring at him, but his body felt too good to care. Noises slipped out of him, endless happy noise.

[monsterloverwriting]

Hey bae if ur reqs are open cause u pls make a part 3 to that demon x reader (demon-visitor) fic u wrote😩😩like what happens after they're binded together

Hello my friend! I am genuinely more than happy to add to this story and I am actually thinking of turning into a full length novel should the want for it arise! I have a lot of ideas for them. In the mean time!

Concept Part 1

Mine

Fem!reader/M!demon, slight mind altering, claiming, MDNI

The week had been long for you. Long and trying as you did your best to make sense of what had happened to you. You tried briefly to forget it, act as if it had been all a nonsensical dream made of some deep desire you weren't consciously aware of. That quickly became impossible as you now had to attempt to hide the two very large bite marks on either side of your neck. Thankfully no one really questioned why silk scarves suddenly became a staple of your summer wardrobe. Part of you hoped they would fade away to nothing, another slightly stronger part wanted them to stay just as they were so you could never forget that night no matter how hard you tried.

Not that you were really trying to forget, the image of the demon littered your mind at every moment, invaded your dreams and often had you waking up needy and wanting to be able to feel his hot skin again. You were constantly reminded how good that night felt to the point that it was almost distracting you from the day to day. Often you would find yourself ripped from the day dream of finding Zed in your small living room just waiting for you to get home, only to be reminded you were at work and most definitely was supposed to reply to that customer with something other than a dizzy nod. It got to the point that your boss convinced himself you were sick and sent you home early on Friday for a long weekend so you could "recoup in peace".

It ended up not being nearly as peaceful as anyone would have thought.

You noticed the smell first, a sickly sweet almost burnt smell that made a bubble of anxiety build in your chest. There was no way you left a candle burning all day was there? You didn't even remember lighting one that morning. You've been so scatter brained lately that that barely mattered anymore. The anxiety quickly reformed when you heard a small crash, glass shattering and a low hum of disapproval.

Before you could even reach for your phone the large, all too familiar figure appeared before you, his height and muscular frame taking up the archway as he gripped the top leaning toward you.

"Welcome home sweet thing."

His smirk was devious as he stretched his arm holding the top of the arch to lean closer to you, his free hand reaching out to gently run one claw tipped finger from the top of your scarf to just under your chin forcing you to look up at him. His eyes searched your face before they fell to the scarf wrapped around your neck. Tutting softly his claw slid down your throat catching the edge of the smooth silk before gently pulling it away from your throat, a wide toothy grin forming as he revealed the marks he'd left on you.

"Hiding my marks? Oh sweet thing you should know better. How is anyone going to be able to tell your mine?" When he said it his voice was so smooth it nearly puts you into a trance. His gaze looking down on you was hungry as he glanced at the marks. Thinking better of yourself. You took a step back away from him trying to gain some distance in the hopes that it would help you clear your mind. It didn't really, but there was only so much you could do when there was an 8 ft tall demon standing in your foyer wearing very little clothes he didn't advance as you stepped back. He simply watched you. He let the silk scarf fall between you. Almost acting as if he was disgusted with it. He did, however, watch you closely.

" I'm not sure what is happening actually. I don't I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone. I am a person and you do not get to decide that I belong to you after we have sex once. That's not how it works." You said almost frantically as you saw the grin quickly return to his face, he leaned closer once again his hand reaching out fingers twirling in your hair before he brought it up to his nose taking a deep inhale.

"Oh so once was the issue now I can fix that very easily. Sweet thing. Why don't you tell me exactly what you would want me to do to you and I will make that wish come true to my utmost pleasure."

It was like his presence was intoxicating a very small part of you wanted to tell this demon to get out. Leave your house but there were so many other parts of you screaming to let him do the most unholy things you could possibly imagine. And all of you was absolutely certain that he would get just as much pleasure out of this as you would because you were sure it wouldn't simply stop at him pleasing you. You shook your head resolving yourself for at least this one time to think it through before you decided to fuck the demon.

That could happen later.

"No I want you to explain what you're doing in my house. How you even got here? How you knew where I was and why, why are these still here like this? It's been a week and they haven't healed at all." Bracing yourself against the wall you looked up at him all of your resolve showing clearly as you demanded answers. He seemed to find this amusing and pushed off the door stepping toward you, pinning you to the wall between two strong muscular arms.

" I'm here because I marked you. I marked you because I want you. I want you because you're mine and those will remain there for as long as you are mine. Sweet thing, you're my mate now and you are going to be stuck with me for a very long time." His gravel voice was almost a hum as he leaned down close, his forked tongue flicking out to lick at one of the bites causing your knees to go weak.

You were fucked, in more ways than one.

[transfemzedaph]

idea that definitely hasnt been living in my brain:

joel totally, 100%, does NOT have a massive crush on zedaph. zedaph, who he's heard a lot of things about but, but nothing could've prepared him for how blummin' cute he is, for goodness sake-- what. what? don't look at him like that. it's nothing. shut up.

(hope u like this even if u dont write smth for it DJBDJD)

i fucking loved this ask so much <3. i transed joel & zeds genders. bc im me. also the end is meh & i dont know what grians base looks like and i do not care

-

Of course Joel had heard about Zedaph, how could they not have. There was the rest of ZITS in the life series, Skizz specifically when he found out the both of them were joining, and of course Grians run down of all of the hermits. The basic gist of it was she's weird in a cool way and makes creative and useless but fun machines, which honestly, Joel thought sounded really awesome. Redstone was fine and all but they did tend to think most redstoners were way too serious about the whole thing.

So when Joel was invited over to be the first person to test Zeds newest thing, they were excited!

What none of any of his friends had told them, was how flippin cute she was. And yeah maybe Joel ended up stumbling over their words more than usual whilst hanging out, and yeah maybe they were a little bit distracted from the game? activity? workout? whatever it was, Joel was a bit distracted because they kept watching Zed.

Joel rushes their goodbyes and runs off back home, laying face down on the floor of their newly built home, void they should have put some furniture in already.

Grian wanders over and lets out a little snort at the sight of Joel, who just groans and rolls over, propping themself up a bit,

"This is all your fault."

Grian just stares.

Joel locks eyes with him face scrunching, "You didn't tell me she was cute."

Grian, promptly bursts out laughing.

"Gri, no, this isn't funny. This is serious. And she's gonna think I'm an idiot now and it's all your fault!"

Grian's still laughing.

Joel sits then self up and crosses their arms indignantly, "Are you done?"

Grian's giggling a bit when he replies, "You've got it so bad! For a blonde! Again! You have a type sooo bad."

Joel kicks their leg out towards Grian, grumbling slightly, "Yeah well, you're blonde but you're ugly and I hate you. So there."

Grian sits himself down next to Joel, bumping their shoulder with his own as he does.

"Honestly I bet Zed loved hanging out with you. Don't worry yeah? And at least next time you can compose yourself before you hang out."

Joel leans their head on Grians shoulder.

"Yeah." They sigh, picking at their fingernails, before mumbling "Think 'm just overthinking it cause of being new 'n all that. Just dont wanna make anyone hate me."

Grian scoffs, "No one is going to hate you, and you know Skizz, and probably Tango and Impulse as well, have all talked to Zed about you? Why do you think she invited you to hang out?"

Joel hums.

"To me it seems like she was also trying to impress you too, showing off what she made?"

Joel blushes, halfheartedly giving Grian a little shove, "Shut up."

-

It's a couple of days later when Joel barges into Grians house, "I have an excuse to go visit Zed!"

Grian sighs, "And you had to come and tell me about this? Right now?"

Joel takes in the scene, Mumbo, standing next to a coffee machine, his moustache looking very lackluster, Grian almost curled up on his stool, hands clasped around a mug.

Joel winces, "Uh, what time is it?"

"Too early for this nonsense, shoo." Grian lazily waves one hand in Joels general direction to usher them away.

Joel grumbles to themself as they walk away, "Whatever, Grian doesn't get to know my really cool and awesome plan of going over and saying that we need to beat Impulse and Tangos high score without being a bit cheaty like they were. Which is the best plan ever."

[amethystfairy1]

Hi Amethyst! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask in, but I have been reading both fics every day (still obsessed lmao) (also I name changed btw, used to be ElenaLoo)

Anyways, I had written a whole ask waxing eloquent on all the wonderful things going on in ttsbc, but I accidentally shut off my computer partway through and frankly I can't be bothered to write it all out again lmao. Just. It's beautiful (wow isnt that so meaningful and deep? im sure you're feeling very complimented rn)

The REAL thing I wanted to talk about was Traveling thieves (which is by far my favorite fanfic of ALL TIME), and all the amazingness in ttsbc made me forget it even existed for the past few weeks. But the other day I was just like "oh yeah. Traveling thieves." and then i reread the whole thing. whoopsies.

Ummm anywyas there's so many thoughts in my head about all the little guys, but recently I've been on an Imp and Skizz obsession (just scroll on my page for .2 seconds and you'll see) and YOU. You left them on a CLIFFHANGER. >:((( (not actually mad btw). I just. so excited for them. They're out alone in the woods right now and Skizz is going to have the perfect opportunity to kill Impulse and get away and I just am falling apart thinking about them. (I drew them to cope lol, posted on my blog but also later here so that I can talk about it more). I can see this playing out a few ways. Obviously Skizz isn't actually going to kill Impulse, so he's either going to 1) make up some excuse as to why he can't do it right then, but still plans to do it eventually, or 2) he does it. but he doesn't. Skizz attacks Impulse when he's not expecting it, there's a scuffle, and Skizz comes out on top---BUT THEN HE CAN"T FINISH IT!!! and it's a whole thing where even tho skizz tried to kill him, imp is still so understanding and skizz cries and impulse just freaking gives him a hug and

sigh

Whatever you do will be beautiful, I'm sure. I think you mentioned you're switching to tt after this fic, so crossing my fingers it's imp and skizz. (Though, would also be very happy with Martyn and Ren :P) (or anything really i just love tt)

Anyways, I had the art on my blog but I'm also putting it here so i can say things about it to you

Mostly I'm just very proud of their expressions, with Impulse being all concerned glancing over at Skizz, meanwhile Skizz is completely deadpan staring forwards, also looking very tired bc he needs a break from this universe. Also I switched up my Impulse design a lil bit from last time (if u even remember that lol it was months ago now). you would think, just looking at them, that Impulse took way longer to design, but nope, I was messing around with Skizz for at least double the time, trying to figure out how to have him facing forward whilst still showing some of the scars on his back. I gave up eventually xD (all that means is that im gonna have to draw him again later, from different angles)

actually that made me remember a question I had: are you planning to ship Imp and Skizz? Ik you said Zed and Tango are going to be a thing far in the future, but... skizzpulse? plzzzz plz pretty please haha im not obsessed

aaaaaand that reminds me of another question, is skizz going to be in ttsbc? (pretty please also same question as tt, if he was in ttsbc, are him and impulse together? Im addicted to them all i care about these days is some good imp and skizz shipfics, and you're such a fantastic writer, both with plot and the vibes of the words themselves. u could write such good imp and skizz. just imagine the possibilites! (am i selling it?))

aaaaaanyways. im gonna go reread the old tt skizz fics because theyre delicious and painful, like eating knives. u have a good day :))

HIIIIIII

I ADORE THIS ART SO MUCH! I gave you all my rambles on the reblog but it's SOOOOO COOL!

I'm sad the waxing eloquent about TTSBC is gone 😭 but that's ok!

I'm so glad you're enjoying TT and all the drama going on in there! Imp and Skizz are definitely having a time and a half with all of this nonsense going on...I love all your theories! I won't confirm or deny anything of course, but I'm so happy you're excited for them!

I will not be shipping Imp and Skizz, sorry! I just personally don't ship them, so they're gonna remain platonic...I mean, in TT who knows what the hell they're doing to be fair 😆 but yeah, Zedango is going to be a thing in the distant future, but no Skizzpulse! Sorry!

Skizz is not in TTSBC at the moment, that doesn't mean he never will be! Just haven't found a spot for him yet...and no, he also would not be with Impulse, I'm so sorry I just don't ship them personally! I think it's a very cute ship tho!

Enjoy rereading the TT Skizz fics!!! Thank you again for the gorgeous art!!!! I love it!!! 💖

[mothekko]

eriselle (looking at you with love and hope in my eyes)

do u think toji would be good at league of legends….

i’m of the opinion that he would be, but i needed to hear your thoughts because i saw in your rentry that you indulge in riot games…

[i am, unfortunately, a league player.]

HELL YEAH, HUN!!!

I play league for about 6-7y, and in my mind he would be pretty good. He is focused, so he probably just will play with his main, and probably would be diamond or master. In my mind he plays top with Sett or jg with Zed. Once people ban his champ he will just play with another edgy champ like yasuo or kayn.

And, a little cute thing is: Once you lock yuumi he will camp on bot till you go with him destroy the other enemies heheh~

[tartagliove]

me and tartaglia playing league of legends looks like:

unfortunately tartaglia plays all the champs I dislike. mainly: mid lane assassins. kills squishy champions in the blink of an eye. he's a zed and akali main, with the occasional talon that can get flexed to jungle when he's filled. ew. stinky.

he's scary good at this game. high elo for sure, at least grandmaster every season but if he grinds he'll hit challenger.

and then there's me. platinum support player with my girly enchanters and mages >u<

I refuse to let him rank with me on my main because I won't let him carry me hmph I will earn my rank myself!! he always teases me and tries to let me rank with him on main but he actually is proud of me for climbing on my own hehe

we have alt accounts that we duo on. I either drag him to bot lane and he'll play samira, kai'sa, or aphelios while I support him, or he'll jungle while I play seraphine, syndra, or lux in mid lane

games are so fun with him c: we have very good synergy and get so silly sometimes, kill stealing each other without getting upset. or we'll flash in base before game starts >.<

he never responds to toxic chat messages when he's playing solo (because he's locked in and would rather just skill diff the trash talker)

but when anyone says a bad thing about me? he gets so mad. types the most creative insults yet somehow escapes from being banned. if it's an enemy, that enemy is going 0/20 and all 20 deaths are from me or tartaglia. he'll also keep checking in with me to make sure I'm okay and that what they're saying isn't getting to me <3

he's also so good about coaching me when he notices there are some things that I can do differently to play better hehe.

when I make a sick play like land a four person seraphine ult or flash lulu ult him?? he goes nuts LAKSDFJDFJJ drops a good girl and it's gg for me

[raindropren]

I think i should make a hermitcraft camp au

AS A PERSON WHO HAS NEVER BEEN TO A CAMP, IT WILL BE INFLUENCED BY MY BUNK'D OBSESSION WHEN I WAS like 9, CAMP CAMP, AND MY OWN INSANITY ALONE!

Everyone will be like 14-17 and it will be VERY Found Family!!!! U can take the hermits being family to eachother from my COLD DEAD HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Xisuma is the Volunteer camp counselor, His parents said it'd be good to be out in nature and would be good for him!! Real Life Experience!! and they dragged him into the role. He did not want to deal with kids(elementary schoolers can be mean...) but he was pleasantly surprised to find people more his age(That being 15 at the time) He took to it well but he is slowly going insane, do not mistake that.

The camp itself is just, alittle illegal, like a camp counselor started at 15 and i don't think he should of been without adult supervision but whatever!

by the second year of camp most of the hermits had already joined the camp! I have few ideas but here's some

Joe actually did want to go to the camp! He wanted to be a camp counselor but didn't really get the opportunity to sign up so now he helps out Xisuma whenever he can! A quarter threw the first year He dragged Cleo out of the new arrivals bus and introduced her to their little friend group! Cleo really didn't wanna be there but she also really didn't like going through the summer without Joe, so now she's here. in the wilderness :]

Did i mention that the camp is a summer camp, cause!!!

S U M M E R!!

ya.

Bdubs was super enthusiastic about the nature part, he wanted to look at cool moss!!!!(me too, me too) and then forgot about the activities part of camp and for a solid month Etho had to drag him out of bed just to do something other then sleep. They'd find him sleeping in trees. I think he'd be an amazing tree climber. He'd only wake up for the forest related activities and has skipped every single swimming activity since he got there. surprisingly it's a 50/50 on if he shows up to a craft activity. one time they had a special animal-care activity and when Etho mentioned the horses the people had brought ONCE and bdubs jumped up and sprinted to them. He did not leave those horses side until they left and after that they got a stable in the camp and bdubs and etho take cake of the horses everyday together! I like them :)

He and Etho share a bunk!!!! They're in the same cabin and after the horse thing they made a little shrine and their other cabin mates... are scared.

Mumbo joined at the same time as Cleo(On the same arrival bus and everything) and was very much the youngest(like just turned 14? maybe) He was the bbabbbyyy... and also exploded something on his first day! :D

Tango, Impulse, and Zed disappeared one night and came back the next day properly unhinged and wouldn't tell a single soul what they'd been up to but after that they're seen together more then not Lol

And the next year they came back speaking of Impulses friend Skizz who they were trying to convince the parents of to send them to camp aswell! It did not work until the 3rd year! Jump for joy, they did!

Grian joined, not wanting to be there at all, having a terrible time and then well

He caused Chaos, left for a week, then came back worse and decided he'd rather be there, super concerning to the others but he didn't speak a peep about it and then went back to causing(now slightly less destructive) chaos! He and Mumbo become extremely good friends, they bribed mumbo's bunk-mate to switch cabins with grian and now they're bunk-mates! it caused confusion for a week and then became the new normal! lol. I think he'd have a digital camera and he'd take pictures of the others, but also birds, so many birds. he'd rush to take a picture everytime he saw a duck, which was everyday, because the camp was RIGHT NEXT TO A RIVER!!! ya.

He would take care of the very few chicken's, and he got the others to help make the coop better because parts of it were rusting and breaking and he was scared that the chickens were gonna get hurt.

I think he'd be a only new arrival for the rest of that summer(so like he arrived like, 2 months into the second summer? how long is summer again? IDK) With hermits that join in season 5 probably arriving during the first month of summer? lets say? ya.

The 3rd summer had two new arrivals which was Pearl and Gem!! They arrived on the same bus and definitely had known eachother beforehand(aka Pearl went "I'm going to this camp next summer, u should come too :3" and Gem said "well okay i guess")

I think Grian and Pearl are siblings(you couldn't take that headcanon away if u tried LOL) and Pearl arriving was wweeirdddd cause grian had missed them arriving and then everytime he saw pearl he did a double take like 'did, did I just see who i thought I saw??????'

aka Grian did NOT know their Parents were sending Pearl to this Camp aswell teehe

I think Joel would arrive and be tackled by Grian, they knooww eachootherr aswell!!! yiippeee, I also think Joel and Etho should know eachother aswell, like they'd been to the same school and stuff lol.

Skizz Arrives and Impulse promptly gives him the biggest hug because He missed his best friend!!!!!!! it's been months!!!! they're dramatic about it.

I really have no other idea's, i wish i did!!!!

either way!! i think they have a camp group chat that is constantly getting chattered in even when it isn't summer lolsie

this was for fun, maybe i'll write more info i've thought about for this au, down again at some point, but ya!!! Fun!!! Yiippeee

[neutrallyobsessed]

What would captain zero or the zeds say if they could speak to their younger selfs?

Young zip : "so I guess you know my future, right? That's amazing!

I mean shoot! It's not often anybody gets a chance like this!

There are some things I just gotta know! Like..f-for instance... d-do I, well.. do I have a home?

...Do I grow up to be a swell hero like you?"

Present day zip: " ..."

young zip: and do we learn to read? present zip: nahh, it's too complicated. there's this symbol that looks like S and this one that looks like Z but they're pronounced the same! what's the point then?? young zip: gees, that zuckz

Now, you've been a pretty good lad and fan, so here I made a timeline of the Zip events~~! (events to be read right to left)

As you can see not everything is complete but i wanna make at least 7 main stories, maybe some small one-shots here or there to fill in, Zip is the most interesting character to write about fr fr

maybe he could have a journal written by the people he meets or something like that, he may not be able to read it but at least has some of his history documented for when he can~

also i kinda forgor that u also asked bout the other Zs eae, i owe u on that one xdd

[izzy-b-hands]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Tagged by @sherlockig, thank u Alexz!!

Under the cut bc I got wordy and rambly as per usual lol.

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Kind of? In that I more or less named myself after Izzy from our flag lol. Not that I'm going to tell everyone I meet that, but it is a big part of why I stuck with it after trying it out (that, and I've always wanted a name that had the letter zed in it, silly as that may seem.)

One of my middle names (that I had been using as a first name for a few years) is after my grandfather and aunt who also have that name as their middle name.

My deadname was after an actress famous in the 90s (tho tbh my mum apparently didn't choose it for that, she chose it bc she didn't find out my gender until I was Out and then was like 'aw fuck I don't have a name for this situation' and went with the first one she saw in a book of names a nurse gave her. It was only after that she remembered the actress when I was like. 4. that she changed and started telling ppl it was after that instead.)

And technically Holden is after the book character, but mum never actually read that book (and after I described it to her, said she has no interest in doing so lmao), she just liked how the name sounded and that was the one solitary name she for sure had on hand when I was born apparently. Could have saved us all time had she just used that one for me anyway!

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Couple of nights ago. I'm doing better abt missing my cat Nisha, but my phone will toss up compilations of pics of her to mark the year/month/etc and sometimes those still get me. It popped up just before I went to bed that night and I was already so tired that I just. broke down. Bc I know she's v loved and looked after w/my mum, but I do miss her goofy lil self a lot. She was my first cat that was given to me and meant to be mine alone, and there's something abt that first pet bond I guess.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope, and it's not a likely thing for me. I've said before that that happening would be in a very specific situation, wherein I'm with someone who wants to dedicate the rest of our lives to raising a child, or god forbid more than one, tho I think I'd max out at two if I managed one at all tbh (and that's not even getting into the very complex for me thing of would I want to actually be pregnant ever (probably not, absolutely terrified of dying in childbirth and don't see myself getting over that easily), we have the funds to make that happen (and give the kid a good life, not just a decent one or 'could have been worse' like my own), and we feel stable mentally, emotionally, and physically (as much as one can outside of Life Happening of course) bc having a kid means putting allll of that first for them, ahead of yourself. Or at least I think it should mean that lol.

But that situation is incredibly unlikely considering my bigger goal in life is to wind up being a third for multiple couples while also fucking any of my friends who are down for it in a big poly ENM sort of thing for lack of better/more detailed definition (I know it sounds unrealistic and maybe it is to a degree, almost definitely is lol.)

I can admit I just. don't want to uproot the life I've been trying so hard to build for myself in so many ways, to have kids. I'll happily help babysit the kids of any friends tho and be the fun uncle that buys them junk food and lets them stay up late to watch movies. I think that's about the level of parenting of any kind that I can handle for now (also tbh I burned out on parenting bc my family admits they parentified the fuck outta me with my three younger cousins. It by far could have been worse, but I spent my teens spending most of my days after school helping look after them from the newborn years and on. Unless my above uber specific scenario happens, then I've probably had my fill of parenting for my lifetime.)

4. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I played volleyball for a few years in elementary school, and we were made to participate in a multi-school track and field thing for most of middle school every year, but I was never amazing at them. Housemate and I have figured out I likely have undiagnosed asthma tho (turns out running or going out in too cold or hot weather shouldn't instantly make you gasp, struggle to breathe, and make you taste iron in your mouth, who the fuck knew? Not me, genuinely) so I think that might have a lot to do with it.

I also enjoy tennis and badminton and would love to try rugby, but I've never played any of those beyond a hobby with family/friends.

5. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

I do! Probably too much and not always in the best situations, but I've been working for years to hone when and where it should be used so I think/hope I'm a lot better with it than I was when I was younger. Tho even then, I did get adults who found it funny when I was sarcastic bc of how adult I seemed to a lot of them (their words, not mine lmao.)

6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

I genuinely don't know. Usually I'm too busy running my script for meeting new ppl in my head and trying to maintain Common and Expected Etiquette to really notice much right away. I have found that after a bit of time/after the initial meeting has passed, I tend to notice colours ppl wear more often than others if I see them often enough, or hair colour. But I don't know if it counts towards this question at that point lol.

7. WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Kinda blueish grey? Some ppl say it's too grey to be blue, others that it's too blue to be grey. I had a lady at the ND DOT freak out abt not being sure if I should have blue or grey on my ID a few years back, and she finally just told me to put blue so 'she could stop feeling so confused.' Was a weird day and the first time I realised apparently they really do have a blend of both colours, enough for it to be upsetting lmao.

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I can't choose between the two; I like both! I also like mixing them together when I write (a scary story with a happy ending, an ending that seems happy but is actually terrifying, so on and so forth.)

9. ANY TALENTS?

Writing? Maybe, I always list it bc it's something I know how to do and to (usually) do decently well. I can sort of draw? But not well enough that I think 'talented' would be accurate to describe how I draw lol. I'm not sure of anything else off the top of my head tbh.

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

In California, USA! We were there bc dad was in basic training for the Marines and then just got stuck at Camp Pendleton for years lmao (or that's how he always talks abt it anyway lmao.) Only was actually there until either: a. I was 3 months old, b. I was 6 months old or c. I was actually basically still a fresh newborn. Depends on whether you're talking to my dad, mum, or grandparents as to which answer you get, and at this point I'm genuinely uncertain as to exactly when mum left and took me to North Dakota but 6 months seems the most potentially accurate lmaooo.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, drawing, reading (not enough but I'm trying to remedy that), napping, watching movies/fave shows, and giffing.

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Kind of? My cat Nisha had to stay in North Dakota after I moved, so my mum and her bf are looking after her now (and got her a little sister, a kitten who is getting so big already!, named Bella.) I help Housemate look after aer two cats as well, and I'd like to think the boys consider me like their fun uncle lol (aka I bend over backwards for them and let them steal my spot on the couch all the time, and will break out the treats if needed to corral them now and then. In my defense: they are the cutest lil baby boy cats and they deserve the world, even when they're being little gremlins lmao.)

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Approximately somewhere between 5'3 and 5'4ish? I can't recall the last time I was actually measured, and most of the ppl I've been around were somewhere between those heights and I'm usually either slightly shorter or slightly taller than some of them, so??? I put 5'3 on my ID tho lol

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

English bc it was easy and I liked almost everything we did in that class. All my general and more specific history courses were a close second, and my foreign language classes a close third.

15. DREAM JOB?

Ideally, I'd love to not have to work. But who wouldn't, so that said, probably something in a library or museum. I'd love to be a library page again, or help work the front desk/docent duties of a museum. Working at someplace like Mystic Seaport would be amazing too; I'd be happy to learn how to help repair/repaint ships that come in or just help do tours or look after artifacts and stuff (tbh they could hire me just to type up any random data entry work they need done for any/all depts and I'd say yes to the job offer lol.) Unfortunately there's fairly significant roadblocks to me achieving any of these jobs rn, but I like to keep them in mind, just in case.

Also, if I can have one dream job that would be even more unlikely and is slightly TMI probably but: paid third for a rich couple. I show up, look nice, [redacted], make sure they're both good for the night, then go back home to Housemate (if it wouldn't be a night they'd want me to stay over, which I wouldn't be against but also. That would require some overtime pay lol.) The chances of this one are...so unlikely it's stupid funny, but a man's allowed to have dreams right lmao?

Tagging (if u guys wanna, no obligation if u don't wanna/have already been tagged/etc!!): @starmoonchildfromthebeamsabove, @freebooter4ever, @willowenigma, @turtleduck-tales, @mash1972, @mysteriouslybluepirate, @turtles-on-turts, @cononeillbreastingboobily, @treesofgreen, @dianetastesmetal, @arsenicflame, @gydima, @king-bussy, @p0ochy, @crvwly, and anyone else following me who wants to!

[officialgleamstar]

Would any of ur blorbos use Ze/Zed/Zer pronouns looks at u with autism eyes

ZE/ZED/ZER. BWARGH. ARCHER THATS SO GOOD I LOVE THOSE PRONOUNS steals them for my collection

ANYWAYS … Well. Hermie uses any pronouns so Hermie of course HFKDHSKDHSK BUT! I could also see Nicky using these pronouns :D something about the Z sounds just gives like… not an edgy vibe but it feels sharp to me. And I think Nicky would love that

[zedif-y]

honestly i would LOVE a post about zed's merch, especially if u have pictures! i live in sweden so the thickness of a hoodie matters a lot cause it's goddamn COLD here

-that frantic anon that just screamed in your inbox about sizes

cracks knuckles . okay . here u go!

i apologize in advance for bad picture taking, i did my best </3

for context, this is what i ordered: (Navy 2XL create cube hoodie !)

Did my best to get decent pictures of it, but there! The material itself is pretty good quality in my opinion, it's soft but 'smooth' (what's important to Me is that the texture doesn't feel odd or catch on things easily). For colors I recommend just checking the site, i think what you see is what you get, my lighting isn't the best rn .

But before any of that, let's talk about the size!

I bought a 2XL hoodie for maximum comfort, that's me sizing up by... Maybe two sizes? Because I didn't want an exact fit.

It's the perfect size I wanted! The shoulder area of the sleeves especially is spacious and comfy, and the ends of the sleeves themselves are a bit longer than my arms. The hoodie itself reaches the middle of my thighs, and for context I'm like 5ft so. yeah.

Here's a picture of my open palm compared to the ends of a sleeve + a picture of what the ends look like if you're picky about that like me :p

So, material!

I won't claim to be an expert on these things, I'm only giving you what I think. The material is good quality, the inside is much softer and is a different texture from the outside and is honestly very comfortable! It keeps me warm, and when I first tried to wear it my first thought was, "woah, this is HEAVY" (<<i was worried about cheaper fabric, which usually ends up being Really Light)

Here's a picture of what the inside looks like !

Though, I don't think it's the warmest hoodie I've ever worn, or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, it does keep you warm, but I don't know how cold it gets over there, and this hoodie isn't thick enough where if I wore it outside of a colder area I would sweat a lot. (I live in a tropical country, so... KDSJGHJSDG)

So, yeah! It's pretty good, all things considered! :D I love it a lot!

The rest of the pictures are just the design itself + the (flimsy as hell lol) drawstrings!

I hope this was at least a little bit helpful?? And hopefully it gives you a decent idea of the merch. If you have any more questions feel free to ask and I'll answer as best as i can!!

[yellowsomethings]

beans exchange letter 2023

hi its us thebeans you have been selected to secret us a santa !! this is going to be a bit of a tutorial letter so everyone else knows what exchange letters are like, so rest assured it will be as comprehensive as i can manage. remember that you do not need to fulfill All of the conditions the recipient lists, just at least one of them to the best of your ability. woo

want:

1. hermits

big fan of grian, scar, mumbo, ren, doc, bdubs, zed, joe hills, things of this nature. i think the slapfight goes here if it goes anywhere. we have seen seasons 6/7/8/9 and a little of season 5 so if you go before that we will probably be Confused but Willing To Roll With It. idk theres the wonderful world of hermits and crafting

2. lifes

you are probably well aware the extent to which we like the life series. things you could cover include property police kiss on the mouth secret life (or property police cold patrol new life which isn't getting its own entire bullet but it's a thing), treebark slash fairydog slash renb, toxic yaoi majorwood, the bad boys, last life grumbo, idk get silly with it !! slash p or slash r it is all good <- applies to all listed items in this letter not just here

3. empires

empires:). for season 1 there's flower husbands; you could do kathgempearl or some duo permutation; arenaduo; the whole wra tbh; smallidarizzie trio; scott and xornoth content (you could write the one billionth postcanon xornoth finds out what happened fic if you wanted). for season 2 HEAVENTRIO OBVIOUSLY; or arenaduo again or hallelujahduo or roundhousekickduo which i still need to come up with a better name for; best buds jim and joel; kathgem; pixlriffs; the crossover; fairytale trio i also like; maybe some olieddie as a treat if you're so inclined

4. eswap

free space basically. scottpearl !!!!!!! or arenaduo or kathgempearl again (or duo permutation) or pearl and pix bonding maybe idk what the state of eswap is gonna be pixwise by the end of november. or if some other part of eswap compels you then go for it. you might wanna write the watcher grian crossover idea that jay2 had that one time. up to u :D

5. pirates/rats

yeah babyyyyyy this is the writing to pander to littlesound zone. i love datastream martyn interacting with this-is-just-their-world other characters such as oli or sausage or olive or shelby or owen or scar or other people that don't start with the letters o and s. kisstrels obviously (including shep and shub); you could do property police with martyn and safety rat; farmer rat scott, baker rat lizzie, he had a pretty sweet bond with will. maybe mratyn watching as oli tries and fails to seduce the butler with cringefail affection in his eyes. maybe mratyn trying and failing to seduce one of the brown wild dogs at the edge of the grounds while scott looks on in disappointment. p!bek is canonically aroace so if you write pirate bekel you'd probably get Comments about it but like if you don't fear the fandom then fuck it. SPEAKING OF:

6. witchcraft

YURI OPPORTUNITY AGAIN BUT FOR BEK INSTEAD! beky's finally figured out her witchcraft bek au which is that el is a not-so-famous witchtuber and bek is one of her few very dedicated commenters so when el randomly stumbles across the supreme witch crown where scott dropped it then she ends up asking bek what to do and they bond from there, so you may wanna do something with that.

7. dsmp

if you are dsmp inclined and you want to go classic style then you cannot go wrong with a little bit of crimboy/clingy. bee/bench and michael could also be fun; i like niki, big q, JACK MANIFOLD, fundy, eret, hbomb, foolish, and i miss honq every day babyyyy <- not every day but often. if you'd like to add to the hit canon ao3 tag tommyinnit crashes own funeral (dream smp) then that would be very welcomed too, i canonised that shit with my bare hands

8. au ideas

well i said all of that for canon concepts but what if you want to write/draw an alternate universe? goooo fuckin crazy with it my friend. some concepts i enjoy reading are: royalty; urban/low fantasy; newly discovered/obtained superpowers; domestic roommates setting; famous & doesnt give a shit about that fame; creative type & muse; guardian angel & human. idk have fun!

9. not mcyt

i'm adding this section because i know some people will want to do this but mine will be quite short because i . do not watch anything else. uhhhh the magnus archives. moon knight 2022. i like quite a lot of musical theatre but mostly the modern post hamilton shit and i have not seen hadestown. thubs up

do not want

don't do scottpearl if it isn't eswap please! or any hermit pearl actually! uhhh nothing particularly viscerally gorey but it's ok if people die or get injured. this isn't a dnw but it is a specification, if you would like to trans some genders and neo some pronouns then you should feel absolutely free to go ahead love is love. i think i'm gonna make no nsfw a rule for the entire exchange so i don't need to clarify that. probably best to have minimal cleo inclusion if any. any fics which are specifically about the moment after a life series game where characters see each other and talk about what happened because those are weirdly common and we don't like it and it feels weird. no blinding, no throats slit, no being suffocated/choked. ummm ya if you arent sure whether something would be ok then go ahead and ask!

will write

this one is gonna be much shorter

hermits: bdubs cub doc gem scar grian joe pearl ren tango xb zed cleo

life series: scott ren martyn pearl joel grian scar bdubs lizzie skizz mumbo jimmy gem

empires 1: scott gem joey kath lizzie sausage pearl joel jimmy

empires 2: scott gem joey kath lizzie sausage pearl pix shelby joel jimmy oli

pirates: acho aimsey bek puffy eret scar guqqie martyn kyle sausage olive oli owen ros shelby scott el tubbo

rats: bek el jimmy lizzie martyn oli olive owen scott shelby tubbo

witchcraft: scott joey pris shelby el cleo

dsmp: eret callahan eryn bbh puffy phil niki karl sapnap george quackity foolish jack manifold hbomb fundy aimsey slime wilbur sam ranboo schlatt dream punz tommy tubbo techno dxd

misc: honestly i think if you asked me to write qsmp phil tubbo fit cellbit bagi bad foolish wilbur tallulah chayanne then i probably could at this point. but don't ask me to. also the afterlife/new life smp i will write for also

won't write

i'm sorry i can't write the copper people on empires i just have not seen them enough to. highly doubt my ability to write crastle/best/ties/similar groupings well. dear god please don't make me write the syndicate it won't be good for either of us. i will not write nature wives i can't do it to my girlo. pirates!scott ships also. if it's gonna get me cancelled then i may still be willing to write it but i will not post it on ao3, it's going straight into fools writing discussion channel when it goes live. i won't write . idk pregnancy? you probably weren't gonna ask for pregnancy. again feel free to ask :thumbsup:

[transfemzedaph]

look the first scentante of it is good. then it immideately goes down hill so. heres the first scentance for u all. bc i hate the rest of it even thiugh im forcing myself to finish it.

Zed isn't a girl, not really, but well, that's the best way she knows how to describe how she feels, it's not like she's known for very long - she only figured it out the day before yesterday and she hasn't even told anyone yet.

[vorish-ramblings-after-dark]

A Close Encounter (Original Rendition)

This is the original version of the fic I've previously written. It's best to look up the series T/U/G/S. Fic under the cut.

You look down at the dark water of the ocean under your feet as you dangle helplessly from the crane above you. You didn’t exactly have the greatest day today. Earlier you were mugged before you even made it to work. Your hand was smashed under a crate, but thankfully your hand is unharmed. You tripped over nothing and fell face first into concrete, nearly giving yourself a concussion and now the same thugs who robbed you earlier today had tied your hands together and you’re now dangling from the crane late at night. 

The thugs have long since left, leaving you alone and helpless in the air. You’re an easy target for any tug in the area, especially a Zed-Stack at this time of night. Your day can’t get any worse can it? Your heart sinks as you hear the sound of a familiar whistle break the silence. Hercules. 

Seems he has just returned to a port from a week long trip overseas. There’s a high chance he is famished. You quickly lift your head and see the light on his hat pierce through the darkness. Judging by his head movement, he seems to be looking for something. Great. Not a good start. Seems he hasn’t spotted you yet. You hope he doesn’t see dangling from the crane. You hold your breath as Hercules gets closer. His light shines at the crane, barely missing you and he stops. He’s much closer now. You look up and you lose all color from your face. His light is shining right on the rope you’re dangling from. He rests there for a moment before approaching you. You begin to hyperventilate as you try to break free of your bindings, focused on the rope that has bound your hands together. 

You freeze as you feel hot humid air against your small body and tears begin to well up in your eyes. You already know he’s found you. He softly clears his throat and you dare to lower your head to look in front of you. Hercules is massive. He’s nearly as tall as the crane you’re hanging from. You give him a pleading look, hoping empathy  will save you. Herc looks you up and down before smiling gently. You shudder at the sight of his fangs. They’re nearly the size of you and can easily snap you in half if he decides to snatch you up as a late night snack. His sapphire gaze is soft, a promising sign. 

“Well well what do we have here? In a bit of a bind, ey?” The massive tug chuckles softly. You can feel his laughter in your chest, deep in your bones. You glare at him, tempted to kick him, but you know better. Kicking him would immediately make him snatch you up within an instant. He’s patient, but you’d rather not push it. 

“Very funny… some thugs decided it would be funny to tie me up and hang me from this crane… Can you help me get down from here? I’m pretty much helpless here.” You look into his eyes, seeing if you can figure out if he has anything planned. Hercules’ pupils contact slightly, almost becoming cat-like slits. You get this sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Something isn’t right. You know it isn’t. Herc is silent for a few minutes before he finally breaks the awkward silence between you and him. 

“Sure, I’ll get you down from there, but I do have something you’d like to do for me in return..” Hercules purrs softly and there’s an almost predatory look in his eyes. You feel uneasy, afraid of what he may ask of you, but, it’s either be stuck here and potentially get snatched up by a Zed-Stack, or do what he asks of you and gain freedom. 

“Okay.. what do you want from me?” You ask. His pupils dilate slightly at your reply. Seems he’s eager to ask you a favor in return for freeing you from your bindings. You have a bad feeling about this deal. You can’t help but feel uneasy under his gaze as he studies you. 

“You see, I’ve been looking for something to at least slightly fill my pouch with, m’dear. You’ll do for tonight. Consider it as an added bonus. You get my protection and a comfortable place to rest until morning..” He circles around you, like a great white shark. You know you don’t have many options here. You can take his offer, or you can remain dangling from the crane and risk a Zed-Stack snatching you up within a split second. You shudder at the thought, but you don’t have much of a choice. 

“This isn’t a trick is it?” You ask as your gaze follows him. He can be trying to trick you and get a free meal out of this deal. You have to be cautious. Sure, he’s friendly, but it doesn’t mean he’s harmless. He’s a powerful predator and you have to keep that in mind. Hercules stops just in front of you, looking you up and down. 

“Why would I trick you, m’dear? You have my word. I promise you that you won’t find a safer place in the port.” The ocean going tug smiles gently. His fangs gently glistened in the moonlight. “Now are you going to agree to our deal? Or am I going to have to postpone my dinner?”

Before you can reply, you feel his rough tongue brush up against your face. You splutter as the long strong muscle  feels like sandpaper against your skin. You can’t resist much, allowing him to savor your flavor and do whatever he chooses to do to you. You’re at his mercy. Yet, there’s something about him that you can’t pinpoint that attracts you to him. Is it personality? His appearance? His charm? You can’t quite figure out what it is. 

“I-I suppose you ca-“ You stammer. Before you can even finish your sentence, he opens his jaws, revealing razor sharp fangs that are easily as big as you, if not slightly bigger as his warm breath washes over you. His saliva glistens in the moonlight as he eagerly salivates. Deep down within the beast you can hear something rumbling within the tug’s very core. Your eyes grow wide with fear. His jaws remain open for at least a minute or two, allowing you to admire the maw of the biggest tug on Earth. It’s almost as if time stopped. You’re frozen, not sure what to do at this point. Without  warning, he snaps his jaws shut around you, sealing you in darkness. You try not to panic as you feel his rough tongue wraps around your body and constricts your small body, as if trying to squeeze every bit of flavor from you. 

Hercules purrs, a sound that reverberates all around you. He suddenly turns his head to the side and snaps the rope as if it were a string. It seems an eternity before his tongue finally relaxes allowing you to rest. The barbs on his tongue don’t exactly feel pleasant and are poking your skin. You wriggle in discomfort. He must’ve taken it as a hint. You feel the powerful muscles of his esophagus squeeze around your shoulders as you hear the deep sound of him swallowing as the muscles easily begin to push you down. The pressure you feel is immense yet isn’t enough to cause any serious discomfort to you. The esophagus itself is surprisingly cramped, allowing little to no wiggle room. 

You begin to slow and the tug swallows, sending you deeper into his body. You hear his heartbeat right against your ear as you pass through his chest. He swallows one last time before you finally feel the cramped esophagus open up to a more roomy chamber. You hope it’s his pouch and not his actual stomach. You easily slide into the organ. The walls are a bit slimy, but soft and warm. The organ easily stretches to accommodate your form and movement. You don’t feel any fluid, so that’s good. Seems he’s trustworthy after all. 

You panic as the squishy walls clench around you. It’s a tight squeeze but not too tight. You’re still able to move. Hercules’ purrs can be heard and felt all around you. Seems he’s satisfied with your little deal with him. Of course, this is only for one night. You flinch as you feel a pressure against your side before you relax. He’s gently feeling where you are to make sure you’re safe and sound. It almost feels… pleasant. You lean into the touch, enjoying the undivided  attention he’s giving you. 

Hercules chuckles softly as he feels you lean into his touch. Seems you’re enjoying your time tucked away in his pouch, safe and sound from the outside world. He makes a mental note to himself to talk to the coast guard about this. This isn’t something he’d let go so easily. If he hadn’t come along when he did, you probably would have suffered a worse fate encountering a hungry Zed-Stack. He sighs in contentment before he begins to make his way towards the Star Dock for a well deserved rest. 

You soon find yourself beginning to nod off. The sounds of his body working around you and the feeling of the gentle rocking of the waves is more than enough to lull anyone to sleep. You want to stay awake, but the warmth and sheer comfort of being tucked away in his pouch is a bit overpowering. You slowly drift off to sleep. 

Hercules eventually makes his way back to the Star Docks and settles in his spot. His stomach gurgles softly and he feels you stir in his pouch. He hates to admit it, but he’s enjoying it more than he lets on. He purrs softly as he yawns like a giant cat, flashing his sharp fangs again before he settles down and slowly drifts off to sleep. 

The next morning..

You wake up with a start as you feel the pouch walls clench around you as you feel your body being pushed up his esophagus and into his maw. You have to shield your eyes from the bright light of the morning sun as his tongue gently pushes you out of his cavernous maw. You land in his claws and he gives your face one last lick, as if to taste you one last time before he carefully uses his claws to cut through the rope binding your hands together. You sigh once your hands are freed and you rub your wrists. 

You hear someone clearing their throat and you look down to see the coast guard looking up at you in Hercules’ grip. 

“Is this the one you found tied up?” The coast guard asks. Hercules smiles warmly as he gently places you down on the ground beside him. You begin to wipe off the slime clinging to your clothes. You’re not sure if this will even wash out. Oh well, you’re grateful to be alive. 

“They’re the one, m’dear. I’m glad I came along at the right time. Otherwise, they’d be snatched up by a Zed-Stack.” The massive tug replies. The coast guard looks you up and down as if he’s thinking. 

“That may have been the intent, Hercules. Good thing you intervened.” The coast guard slinks closer to let you climb aboard. “Climb aboard. We’ll need you for questioning so we can find whoever did this to you before they hurt anyone else.”

You immediately nod and comply, climbing onto his deck. You look up at Hercules and smile before waving as the coast guard starts to leave the Star Dock. 

Best. Night. Ever.

[castle-dominion]

Need to do some chores first BUT time for 1x7 home is where the heart stops.

Forrest gump? Ah I remember this scene from the s2 intro! It was rly good.

Oh hey that's me! I often score the fights that my brother & dad's gf's son have. They play these hugs fights & I'm not good at the piano but it's fun to score their matches. Is it just blurred that makes them look like silhouettes? No wait they were behind the screen. I knew that alexis took fencing but I didn't know Rick could fence & help Alexis train. Jumping around the stairs & stuff I love it.

Probs a contortionist. The stunt actor would be at least. Poor guy. He should just... step off this case, at least the scene. At least we know he has an allergy now. Reminds me of a fic I read where for a full 60 seconds esposito thought ryan had a drug problem bc he was sniffling & hiding all the time but he was just allergic to esposito's jacket hey that made me think of smth. I'm allergic to cats, would I be allergic to tigers? Back to what I was saying this opens up a lot of sickfic opportunities. XD this poor man. Jinx lol Why is she asking ESPOSITO what's wrong with him? Why not ask ryan himself? (also espt know specifically that ryan is allergic to goose down. Did he learn that today or earlier?) Ryan: *raises his finger bc he's about to speak* Ryan: *sneezes instead. Very violently too.* & then ryan's poor thumbs up

"beckett flavoured" gunshotwound is faster to say than gee ess double-yu. Gee ess wed is fast enough. We should change double-yu to wed. Like zed. KB: You can still smell the cordite. KR: I'll have to take your word for it. The captions: (speaking spanish) JE: Nada. (which is essentially a loanword into english now, bro, it would be so much easier to write "nada" than (speaking spanish) even if u need to maybe put <i>this</i> around it bc it is a loanword. I hope my html shows up & doesn't just italicize the word.) RC: In a building like this? This part of town? You'd think she'd be safe. No pun intended. (XD) How often are people killed in neighborhoods like this? KB: Same as anywhere else, Castle. Just the once.

RC: How do they know what's in the safes? "Safes." Is that a word? Is it "saves"? That can't be right. Me: I feel u JE: And you write for a living? Me, a wannabe language nerd: Hey! KR: Even the kind of safes *winks at espt* that they had Outfit update: ryan has a nice jacket. Cut like a dress jacket, made of leather.

She's going to be mad that this has happened before & they haven't caught them. Are they coordinating with robbery on this? bc only this one (& possibly the last one) had homicides. Oh I like her. She's the PR person.

Nah bro, the truth WAS handling it.

RC: Meredith's more like a crazy aunt with a credit card. Of the two of us, I'm the more responsible one. Pretty sad, isn't it? Remember that time castle got her to take care of alexis if he died & she was like "sometimes I forget that you are a sweet & loving father" & then he says '& go into my closet & destroy my porn collection before she finds it' "& now you've ruined it" & esposito is right there with `don't worry bro I got u covered`

Shrek & the beckett onion. Shrek is a timeless classic.

JE: Yeah, well, whoever they are, they definitely have some righteous trade skills. Me: radical, deude! Ooh I love a good bump key! Doesn't always work, & def not that well on a lot of things but cool!

"bad guys" smh or ppl like me, neurodivergents with lock+key hyperfixations & vulnerability assessment. I considred that for a career once KR: Dude, I know what a bump key is. *grabbing the file angrily* JE: No, you don't. Busted him for what? What were you in back then? Homicide still?

RC: Good enough to be our perp? KR: Why do you writers always call them perps? RC: Isn't that what you call them? KR: Ah, we got a whole lot of names for them. JE: Yeah. KR: Pipehead, pisshead, ork, creep. JE: Crook, knucklehead, chucklehead. KR, glancing at Espt: Chud, turd. [Ryan and Esposito now facing each other, like two kids 'playing the dozens' - "The Dozens is a game played between two contestants in which the participants insult each other until one of them gives up." It must be a competition or smth bc to my slur-filled gay ass it looks like they're flirting - Castle scribbling furiously.] JE: Destro, skell. [they get even closer] KR: Skeksi, slicko, slick. JE: Mope. KR: Sleestack. [Espt shakes his head at that one. Ryan nods in argument.] RC: Slow down, slow down. KB steps in: Suspects. We call them suspects. RM: I'm old school. I like "dirtbag." RC: Classic.

Yeah. Not running fast enough when your boys showed. So true bestie westie buddies? Rick's finding this really hot rn

KB: *angrily shooting her gun at paper targets bc shooting things is a healthy way to cope /s (but I mean as long at she's not shooting people ig)* RC: You got to watch those silhouettes. They can be shifty little bastards. Wait until he gets ear protection babes!

Yeah, well. You know, we could always just cuddle, Castle. he DEF is just doing this to get close, the sleeze. He probs did research for derrick storm. RC: You know I, uh, came down to ask you if I could, uh, take home some of those stolen property photos. (he was probs trying to aim there) KB: Tell you what. You put any of the next three in the 10-ring, and I will give you the files. Ten ring is p tight tbh. I kind of thought she would have given him the entire 9 ring or even 8 ring. the first two shots are a bit off to the right anyway, but that last one was good. & she DID say any ONE of the next THREE

Powell? BLEW HIS COVER?

Ooh I love rocks minerals crystals gems stones etc

So valid bestie when the queen & pope visit at the same time RC: Well, the crime scene's all locked and sealed. I don't think I could get you in there. Powell: Let that be the least of our concerns.

This man is so right. A gentleman's game. I love him. Proffessionals have standards! Powell? Powell??

She was there in the middle of the night?

Castle writer moments You son of a bitch I'm in He could have just made it up, he didn't need to describe the fellow. "He looked like xyz but I would like him to look more like abc if I were writing" yk that sort of thing

Why must they write it On The Boards? I love how castle is already done bc he's a writer. I wonder if this is the actual writing of the actors. Castle's writing is nice, Beckett's writing is nice & tbh looks similar, esposito has neat-ish writing but it seems to tilt off sometimes. The Ys are two lines, not rounded. Ryan's writing is big. & he does his Es like me, like 3s. Poor ryan, hand cramp. lmao madt pronounced madituh. (I'd've said madit.) They would have just as easily been able to read it out loud & cross them off. Like playing Boggle.

RC: not yet KB: !? never! Girl you're going to need a warrant. It's confidential, her hands are TIED.

Castle book lol. It's the little details of the show. JE: If the employees and volunteers are clean, then our perp... RC: *Skell [...] KR: And we can work the door.

Lanie <3 I need to acquire & learn to tie a bowtie. XD martha Ooh those are so pretty on her! KB: Uh, we're going to the, uh, Waldorf. RC: ._.

Ah yes I remember scenes like this in the recaps on the DVD sets. JE: Man, these guys look guilty of tax evasion, not home invasion. & he would be right. [Ryan looks up,] Yeah, well... [and does a double take] appearances can be deceiving. [Esposito looks up as well. Their jaws drop. Think Sam Neill and Laura Dern seeing the Jurassic Park dinosaurs. But instead of dinosaurs, it's... Beckett stepping out of a town car. On Castle's arm, the two of them step into a salvo of flashbulbs. A fairy-tale moment. Beckett momentarily dazzled, or at least appears so. They pass Ryan and Esposito.] KR: *smile grows* Nice dress. JE: Yeah, what there is of it. KB, in cop mode: I'd let you borrow it, Esposito, but you stretched out the last one. KR, turning his head to follow caskett, turns his head more to look at Espt & furrows his eyebrows: ??? JE: *shaking his head at her* (which I think is just Such a great line.) (https://scriptline.livejournal.com/19834.html) Ok but this scene makes me want to switch up the relationships. Everyone ships caskett & rysposito. I think castlesito & ryckett could be fun.

Mm music! Big Cheese! Captions should have put bob in quotation marks Vinegar. What? It's vinegar, pussy. Beck--- wait no I need to introduce myself as Kate. Y'all call him the what now.?

Rachel: We make a point to know as much as we can about our potential donors, so we can match their interests with our programs. So many places just ask you to just write a check. We want you to know that your money is making a difference. Sus af. Espt asking abt the food XD tbh I'd do the same. Castle u just.. stopped her in the middle of a phone call? Espt gon be sus. Their dancing is out of time. It's a movie tho I know they added the audio after. My dad has been to a wedding with a silent dance. Everyone had earbuds & you could tell who was listening to what by how they were dancing. At least beckett can dance & they can shoot glances anywhere.

LMAO MARTHA RODGERS. Such a mom thing to embarrass your kids "my baby wrote this book!" MR: 2,500, beautiful lady in blue. Thank you so much. Do we hear 3,000? 3,000? Girls, don't be shy. We have a gentleman bidder. Oh, and isn't he attractive? [The gentleman raises his glass to Castle] MR: Oh, my goodness! Aren't we broad-minded? Castle gay moments & beckett so sassy watching him laughing at him. Love it.

KB, walking up all cop style, holdingher badge: Paul Reynolds, you're under arrest on suspicion of theft and conspiracy to commit murder. JE+KR: *swoop in from nowhere to cuff him* RC: Where was the badge? KB: Don't ask. RC: *fish mouth*

Castle has let his tie out, but still dressed nice, Beckett looks normal now. Black shirt, leather jacket. She looks good but is not wearing her dress. RC: What happened to the dress? KB: You didn't think I was going to interrogate him in it, did you? RC: We were kind of hoping. [Ryan nods and Esposito looks her over. Beckett rolls her eyes] Kind of ew, she is your fellow detective, your coworker, but at least it's funny. I mean they're right, she is hot af.

Oh wait the boyfriend thief dude has a nice jacket. Possibly making the guy up...

Is this the next morning now?

KB: More like get one of them killed. And I can't have that on my conscience. Understood? She loves her boys. is it just them? do they have backup? Also that's a big gun BRO U DON'T EVEN GIVE EM THE TIME TO COME TO THE DOOR BEFORE U GET RYAN TO KICK IT OPEN?h

Lol castle

KEPT THE VIC'S FINGER? Man's not going to stop if u just yell at hiim

RC: ...Pum-num-nah-nah-nah-num-nah-nah. Pum-num-nah-nah nah-nAAH. De-nah-num-nah -NAAAH--- *body falls on the car* [Castle is face-to-face with Karl Nadir, the man from the police sketch, which by the way, happens to be on the dash. He looks at Nadir, and then at sketch. Yep. That's the guy. And Castle does the only thing he can think of with a guy staring at him through the windshield. He turns on the wipers. The wipers smack Nadir's beady-eyed face. Nadir rolls off the hood and levels his gun at Castle from the driver's side.] & when they are wrestling the song castle was humming plays <3 RC: I tried to stay in the car. I really did

Castle has a good black eye. KB: Oh, pretty butch, Castle.

She is already basically part of the family. Love em.

[heliads]

Can I request for Z3 Wyatt.

Wyatt and y/n are secretly dating for a while and when the aliens comes alan takes a liking to her and flirts with her and Wyatt gets jealous. So basically one day alan wanted to ask y/n out then Wyatt gets so jealous/overprotective and basically says while he’s in full wear wolf form ( his eyes glow and his fangs show) “ get ur hands off my girlfriend” in front of everyone. Angst with fluffy ending :))

I hope u understood that

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Wyatt Lykensen isn’t a big fan of the aliens. 

He isn’t the only one to feel this way, certainly. Not after they touched down in an explosion that rocked Seabrook half to pieces. Not after they’re taking advantage of their otherworldly abilities to beat out the rest of Seabrook High in just about every contest possible— athletic achievements, good grades, you name it. 

Plus, their attitudes are just terrible. They pretend they’re just exploring a new way of life and just happen to be grinding everyone’s faces into the dirt by accident, but Wyatt swears he knows better. 

He might be a little biased, though. The extraterrestrial newcomers committed one cardinal sin that’s damned them in Wyatt’s eyes until eternity. It’s something so bad that he’ll never forgive them again, even if they save his life a thousand times. It’s not just trying to tamper with the moonstone, as if that wasn’t bad enough. 

No, what the aliens have done is something far worse, so terrible Wyatt’s fists clench at his sides when he so much as thinks about it. What is this terrible act, one might ask? What have the aliens done to ruin them forever? Easy. They’re trying to steal his girl. 

Technically, they don’t know Wyatt’s girl is Wyatt’s girl, although that doesn’t earn them back any points. Wyatt has been secretly dating Y/N L/N for about three months now, and he’s never been happier. Their relationship started off a secret back when the werewolves were the unwanted intruders, and the easy rhythm of keeping everything hidden ended up being too familiar a pattern to break. 

So no one else knows Wyatt is dating Y/N and they automatically assume she’s available. That would be an acceptable mistake to make, except for the fact that it isn’t. Y/N is Wyatt’s girlfriend, and no one else’s. Certainly not some alien weirdo whose biggest claim to fame is the fact that he descended from the sky like a glorified stage performer. 

It’s the fault of one alien in particular. Their leader of sorts, A-Lan, has been all over Y/N ever since his ship touched down. It’s not like Wyatt feels threatened by him or anything, he just doesn’t like it, that’s all. What does A-Lan possibly have over him other than oddly bright blue hair, a superiority complex, and insanely good grades and skills and— oh no, he might be threatened after all. 

Wyatt tries to push the whole thing from his mind. This isn’t a big deal, Y/N loves him and not the alien so the whole situation can just die down. He’ll probably forget he ever saw A-Lan as a possibility of pain in a week or two. 

So Wyatt thinks, at least, and then he looks across a crowded hallway and sees Y/N talking to A-Lan by her locker. She’s laughing at something he just said, and Wyatt thinks he’s going to lose his mind. 

“Careful,” says a wry voice from behind him, “I don’t think that combination lock has done anything to you to deserve being crushed.”

Wyatt startled and looks from Zed Necrodopolis, who has just appeared from the crowds to stand by his side, to the combination lock still in his hand. It had once been able to fit in his locker, but judging by the way it’s been almost flattened in Wyatt’s death grip, it won’t be useful as anything more than a paperweight from now on. 

Wyatt pries his fingers from around the twisted metal with no small amount of effort. Zed watches with amusement. 

“I take it you aren’t as open to the aliens, then?” The other boy prods. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wyatt denies. 

Zed arches a brow. “I’m sure you don’t. You just happen to have it out for your lock for a reason utterly unrelated to the fact that Y/N’s smiling at A-Lan?”

“Again?” Wyatt breaks out, temporarily forgetting that he’s not supposed to be aware of any of that. He tries to school his expression back into a more suitable neutral, but the damage is down. 

Zed nods sagely. “Thought so. I get it, though. I know how it feels.”

Wyatt glowers as he puts his binders into his only slightly demolished locker. “Do you really?”

“Actually,” Zed says, “I do. Remember when you and your pack were the new guys in town? It used to drive me crazy watching you talk to Addison all the time. I was sure you were going to steal her from me.”

Wyatt scoffs. “Of course I wasn’t. Addison wouldn’t leave you if she found a fairytale prince ready to offer her a castle.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Zed remarks pleasantly, “but this is exactly the same thing with you and Y/N. She loves you, not A-Lan.”

It occurs to Wyatt that he shouldn’t be hearing this advice. “Y/N doesn’t love me. We’re, uh, just friends.”

Zed snorts. “You actually think I’m going to believe that? I mean, I only figured it out a month ago, but it’s pretty obvious if you think about it. You and Y/N are clearly in love. That’s why you’re so angry that A-Lan is flirting with her.”

Wyatt groans. “Yeah, that’s it alright. I just don’t know what to do about it.”

Zed plunks a reassuring hand on Wyatt’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do anything about it unless something happens. Y/N can handle herself, trust me. That’s why she’s been glancing over at you every five seconds instead of paying attention to A-Lan blabbering away at her.”

“Really?” Wyatt asks hopefully. 

Zed nods and jerks his head towards Y/N’s locker to prove his point. Wyatt follows his line of sight and meets Y/N’s eyes. She flashes him a bright smile, and just like that, he can’t find it within him to worry about blue haired aliens for a single second. 

That relief is only temporary, however. A few days later, Wyatt is still stressed. Y/N may love him as much as Wyatt loves her, but A-Lan’s efforts to win her over are so relentless that they could convince anyone that it’s time for a change. A-Lan holds doors open for Y/N, he carries her books in the hall, he even brings her flowers, something that sends Wyatt into a fury that Willa has to be called in to calm him down. 

No, he’s losing it. Losing her, maybe, and that thought is enough to make Wyatt even less sure of himself. So, when he’s walking Y/N home from school one supposedly sunny afternoon and he sees A-Lan approaching them with a stupid little grin on his face, Wyatt knows, he Knows, that this is going to be bad. 

Still, he tries to be civil. For Y/N’s sake at least, Wyatt can stop rising to every single bait. He can still remember what it was like to be the supernatural outcast, how the zombies hated the werewolves for being different even though they had fought so hard for equality. Now it’s the werewolves’ turn to repeat the cycle, and maybe at some point these otherworldly newcomers will be able to go through the exact same thing. 

A-Lan comes to an excited stop beside them. “Y/N, it’s so good to see you can. It has been far too long since the last time we spoke.”

Y/N chuckles. “I saw you last period. It’s barely been ten minutes.”

“Exactly,” A-Lan says, teeth shining uncannily brightly. His fluorescent smile dims somewhat when he turns to Wyatt, as if just now realizing that Y/N isn’t alone. “Wyatt Lykensen.”

“A-Lan,” Wyatt says, mirroring the other boy’s stilted tone.

A-Lan clears his throat. “I was hoping to speak to Y/N.”

Wyatt nods, and after a few moments, A-Lan coughs again, this time louder. “Alone,” he clarifies.

Oh. Wyatt glances over at Y/N, and he’s just about to prove that he’s the bigger person and leave when he notices that Y/N is looking at him beseechingly. A second later, it hits him. Y/N wants this as little as Wyatt does, and that gives him enough strength to take on a thousand aliens if need be.

Wyatt squares his shoulders and remains exactly where he is. “Actually, I’m good here, thanks.”

Y/N nods quickly. “Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of Wyatt. Trust me.”

A-Lan’s gaze sours momentarily before he forces himself to adopt a dazzling grin once more. “Alright, then. Y/N, over my time here at Seabrook I’ve grown to appreciate the good things in life, and you’re one of them. I hear that it’s common around people to ask someone in, and I’d like to do that now.”

Wyatt has to bite back a laugh even as he feels himself flicker with irritation. “You’re asking her out, you mean?”

A-Lan blinks. “That’s what I said.”

“Sure it is,” Y/N says placatingly, “but–”

The second someone other than Wyatt speaks, A-Lan’s eerily positive aura returns in full force. “So you accept? Wonderful. We can go to an ice cream shop tomorrow. Maybe even tonight. Is that too soon? I don’t think it is.”

Y/N holds up a hand. “Wait a minute, I never actually said yes.”

“You don’t have to,” A-Lan says delightedly, “I know how you feel. It’s the same as me, you’re excited about this.”

Wyatt can feel a slow burn of anger coursing through him, turning his bones into solid iron, his blood to liquid flame. “Slow down, buddy. Y/N doesn’t want to go out with you.”

A-Lan loses control over his smile once again. “I don’t know why you’re so involved in this. I’m asking Y/N out, you’re not. Right, Y/N?”

The other boy puts his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, and that is exactly when Wyatt loses it. He can feel the transformation even without looking at himself. Judging by the gasp of surprise A-Lan lets out, Wyatt’s eyes have begun to glow, and Wyatt can feel the added length of his fangs when he speaks.

His tone cool and deadly, Wyatt fixes A-Lan with a stare so severe that the alien takes a step back, even without realizing it. “Get your hands off of my girlfriend,” Wyatt asserts, “Right now.”

A-Lan’s eyes widen. “Your– Y/N’s your–” He has to take a moment to collect himself, and then the plastic smile is back again. “I didn’t realize. You two are dating?”

“Yes,” Y/N says crisply, “which is why I’m going to have to turn down your offer of getting ice cream later. I’m sure you understand.”

“I do,” A-Lan murmurs at last, “I most certainly do. Excuse the interruption.”

He all but speed walks away, leaving Wyatt and Y/N there in stunned silence. It occurs to Wyatt that they are not alone; indeed, they’re just outside the bounds of the school, and everyone walking by has seen what happened. They’re the recipients of more than a few shocked stares, and Wyatt can practically hear it as people race to their phones to tell their friends what just happened.

“Well,” Wyatt says as casually as he can, “I don’t think our relationship is a secret anymore.”

Y/N smiles at last. “I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing. Unless you wanted it to stay that way?”

“No,” Wyatt declares fervently, “Not at all. I love you, Y/N, and that means I don’t care what people have to say. I’m happy with you. I never needed anyone’s opinion but yours.”

Wyatt decides there and then that he’s never seen a prettier sight than when Y/N turns to beam at him. “I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me yet,” she comments.

“I’ll just have to say it more often,” Wyatt decides.

He has the creativity for endless compliments, now and forever. A-Lan is out of the way, and now Wyatt doesn’t have to fear any untoward attempts from other students trying to steal his girl. He will be happy with Y/N until forever. As it turns out, that’s just enough time for him.

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