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water-loos · 12 days ago

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BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL !

“It’s social suicide!”

ex situationship!steve harrington x fem!reader

masterlist ; series masterlist ; previous chapter ; next chapter

cw: college au, strong language, arguing, mentions of alcohol consumption, lotttts of cigarettes are smoked in this chapter it’s a very stressful chapter

wc: 5k

a/n: we are…. so back?

You were convinced that you could finally, confidently, and surely say that you hated Steve Harrington just as much as you hated Halloween.

Not because he had gotten a girlfriend, not because he rubbed it in, and definitely not because you knew that he knew that he had successfully made you jealous.

But solely because he embarrassed you so badly at that party and in front of Matthew that you had successfully lost every single ounce of game you’d ever have. You could barely talk to a guy at a party without saying something slightly off-kilter that killed the energy, you apparently became a little too unsteady when you kissed someone, and you had even started to feel so anxious at any pregame that sometimes you couldn’t make it out of the house. Steve and Jade had eventually started to come back around and go to parties with your friends, as expected, and it was like nothing happened. Except now, either Eddie, Sean, or Jared were always by your side, both at your apartment before the parties, and at the parties.

Weeks after that fateful night, however, you found yourself fussing with your hair and makeup in the mirror, trying to nail your costume of the night regardless of how much you were dreading going out. Alex had found some random house party through a friend of a friend, and while she and Robin were dressing in matching ladybug and bee costumes, you were dressing in a rendition of Scooby Doo’s Velma, which consisted of an impossibly tiny red mini-skirt, a bright orange high-necked cropped tank top that was so tight that your ribs kind of hurt, and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses with no lenses. You and Eddie had originally planned to match with Sean, Jared, and your other friend Nancy, who would be dressed as Shaggy, Fred, and Daphne respectively, but Sean and Jared thought that dressing up like Wayne and Garth from Wayne’s World would be funnier. Nancy had quickly also dropped out in favor of some other matching costume with her boyfriend.

So, Steve had asked Eddie to join the costume with Jade, and despite your angry comments and pleading, Eddie had agreed. Steve would dress as Fred, Jade as Daphne, you as Velma, and Eddie as Scooby, because “if he was Shaggy, you’d look like a couple and neither of you would have any real fun”.

You didn’t feel like the night would be any fun when you had put on the last swipe of lipgloss across your lips and opened your door to join the rest of your friends in the living room, where they had been getting ready for the last hour.

“You can’t just change your costume, Steve! We agreed, I bought you the stupid orange bandana, and we thought up all of these cute pictures to take!” Jade complained from near where your couch was, causing you to stop in your tracks on your threshold. You knew you should close the door and give them their privacy. Still, you didn’t move. “It’s literally not even a bad outfit. It’s a button-up and jeans.”

“Babe, it makes me look so weird, and it isn’t my vibe,” He replied, and you could practically hear him roll his eyes. “It makes me look like some dude in a shitty frat or something. I’d much rather wear a t-shirt and pants that I actually like than a pair of jeans that are the color of easter candy.”

Your jaw dropped as you heard the way he was talking to Jade.

“That’s literally his character! The whole point is that he’s kind of clueless, just like a frat dude!”

You turned back toward your bed and snapped to Eddie, who was lounging on your bed, staring at the ceiling and adjusting his dog ears over and over again. He heard you and quickly got up to eavesdrop with you, an eyebrow raised as you both listened.

“Are you calling me clueless right now? Seriously?”

“Yes! God forbid I want you to wear the matching costume to my costume that we planned two and a half weeks ago, Steve!” Jade exclaimed before letting out some sort of exasperated noise. “We have literally everyone else. Just be Fred. It makes more sense.”

“Jade, in case you forgot, you—“

You clapped a hand over your mouth and shut your door as quietly as you could before turning to Eddie, whose mouth was open so wide his chin was practically hitting the ground.

“Please tell me I’m hallucinating. Please, God, tell me that she did not just say he’s changing his costume,” You groaned, gripping the bridge of your nose. “He better not. I’ll flip my shit. Seriously.”

“I’m going to piss my pants if he did. Seriously. She’s going to kill both of you!” Eddie cackled, ushering you out of the way before exiting your room, the Halloween-themed music that had been playing underneath their argument suddenly louder and their voices no longer raised.

You waited with bated breath for Eddie to make any sort of reaction and quickly put on your shoes in the meantime, but after a short moment, he called for you to come into the living room. You sighed and adjusted your skirt before walking out into the living room, your face the picture of horrified the second you saw Eddie and Steve, looking like the perfect pair in their costumes— Eddie dressed as Scooby, as planned, and Steve, with messy hair, a green shirt, and brown pants that were just baggy enough that they showed just a slip of his torso beneath the edge of his slightly cropped t-shirt.

He was dressed as Shaggy.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” You said slowly, voice unsettlingly low. “No. You need to change.”

“You too? I thought you weren’t speaking to me,” He huffed. “This is my costume. I’m not changing.”

“Steve, I’m serious. We specifically didn’t have a Shaggy for a reason, change,” You sucked in a breath, trying to contain your anger and fear that Jade, his girlfriend, who had recently revealed to you that she enjoyed practicing Wicca and other “witchy” practices to get more in touch with her spirituality, would see the two of you standing together in a fucking couples costume. “Please. Just dress up as Fred.”

“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you change, huh? I know you’ve gotta have some blue skirt and white shirt combination that’ll fit the character,” He snorted, picking up the orange piece of fabric that Jade had mentioned and tossing it toward you. “I’ll even lend you the necktie, sweetheart.”

You were seething. His voice was like a million tiny knives, arrogance dripping from every word. You wanted to slap him in the face.

“Steve, I swear to god, I will strangle you with this stupid fucking—“

“Oh my gosh! The Scooby ears look great!” Jade suddenly bounded back in through the front door, bubbly as ever, just as you had lobbed the orange tie back toward Steve. It hit him in the chest and fluttered toward the floor as you turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, where the liquor everyone had slowly been picking at lay.

You poured yourself a shot of whatever was closest to you, downed it, grabbed the handle, and turned back down the hallway before opening Alexandra’s door, where she, Robin, Sean, and Jared helped each other with their costumes.

“Hurry up guys,” You held out the bottle and mustered up your most believable smile, which made everyone smile back at you. “We gotta get this party started!”

———————

At every party you had attended since the house party where you had yelled at Steve, you had realized very quickly that it was really, really hard to get laid when you had a tall and burly guy acting as your shadow.

You could feel it now, as you were standing on the deck of yet another dingy brownstone on the north side, decked out in your Velma costume. The mesh orange thigh highs you wore did little to help stave off the chill, and your feet ached in the black platform Mary Jane’s you had been wearing all night. Eddie stood right beside you and mingled with a really attractive red-headed guy, leaning into your side as he joked with the man. He was still dressed as Scooby himself but had completed the look with a choker necklace with the “SD” logo on it.

Both of you had been talking to the redhead for at least thirty minutes before he had offered to grab you both more drinks and departed. The second he was out of earshot, you turned to Eddie with a bit of a glare in your eyes.

“Dude, I know you don’t mean it, but you are such a cockblock,” You huffed, taking the cigarette that the boy was handing you as you scolded him. “I’ve been trying to flirt with him and you keep bringing the conversation back to Star Wars. What gives?”

Eddie looked at you like you had ten heads after he lit the cigarette. He jutted his head forward toward you and looked at you for a long moment.

Then, he burst out laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?” You reeled back, cheeks heating up. “I’m serious!”

“Babe, you have to be kidding,” He said through laughter, one arm landing on his stomach. “That boy is gay. Like, gayer than me, gay.”

You groaned and facepalmed with your free hand, the cigarette dangling from your other hand. “You’re joking.”

“Deathly serious.”

“Is my type, just, gay men? Seriously?” You whine, taking a drag before handing it back to him. “That’s genuinely the third gay guy I’ve tried to flirt with in the last month.”

“You’re gaining a bit of a track record, sweetheart,” Eddie tutted, swinging an arm over your shoulder. “I haven’t seen you lip-locked with anyone in weeks.”

“Ugh, I know,” You huffed, leaning into him. “I’ve, like, been in a slump since that stupid asshole—“

“You can say his name, you know.”

“I’d prefer not to. Anyway, since he pulled that bullshit at Nancy’s party I haven’t been able to do anything right,” You elbowed him gently in the ribs before continuing on your tangent. “He definitely put a curse on me.”

“Isn’t Jade the one who is into all the witchy stuff, though?”

“She’s normally really nice though. He probably stole a book or something and cursed me,” You rubbed your hands over your face. “I’m so sick of him. He’s always fucking around, he’s always lurking and staring and I’m sick of it! I don’t know how she deals with him. Seriously.”

“Did you not deal with him for, like, two months?” Eddie snorted.

You regretted telling him the full details of your and Steve’s history every day. Especially right now.

“Emphasis on two months. Not to mention that he didn’t start being an asshole until I decided to stop seeing him if he wasn’t going to get serious,” You rolled your eyes. “And now he has it out for me. Which is rich considering—“

You saw Jade rushing up the stairs of the deck in her adorable Daphne costume, white boots pounding against the wood. She beelined straight for you and Eddie, and you were sure that your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

Once she made it closer, you could tell she was distraught and almost in tears, and you could see a lurking figure following her path up the stairs.

“Can you guys go back home with me? Everyone’s drunk or apparently deciding to be really mean right now,” She sniffled, looking between the two of you, but her eyes lingered on Eddie a little longer, just enough to make your stomach twist. “Please?”

“Sure. This party’s lame anyway,” You ducked out of Eddie’s embrace and poked his arm. “If you want to stay and keep talking to Star Wars guy, I can get us a taxi back.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys out front. I’m not feeling it anymore,” He shrugged and made a motion toward the stairs, where Steve was walking up, a beer in his hand. “Just need a minute.”

“Gotcha. We’ll wait for you, Eds,” You nodded and reached out a hand for Jade, who reluctantly took it and began walking with you. You purposefully put yourself on the side you knew would be closest to Steve as you passed him, and kept Jade close to your side as she wiped at her face over and over again.

As you passed him, you made it a point to bump shoulders with the boy, hard. He stopped and reeled back, his beer spilling all over his green t-shirt and the girl next to him. You winced as she got covered, but continued down the stairs and around the side of the house. It was desolate out front, the porch and stairs empty as the party raged on inside.

You led Jade over to the steps and urged her to sit down on them. You sat beside her but left a respectable amount of room between the two of you as she put her head into her hands. She was full-on crying now, her thick black eyeliner beginning to run underneath her eyes.

“Here,” You reached to the side of your skirt and pulled a red handkerchief out of your waistband— one that Robin had insisted was very “Velma”— and handed it to her.

She didn’t thank you, just used the cloth to blow her nose. Your spine stiffened slightly, but you didn’t sit up straight as a result. Neither of you said anything as you waited for Eddie, both sitting on the steps in your almost identical boots and matching costumes.

The sound of music and voices seeping through the windows felt suffocating at that moment.

You reached back into the other side of your skirt and produced a more decorated version of Eddie’s cigarette case, the 3D gem stickers you had spent a considerable amount of time sticking meticulously around it rubbing against your skin. You popped it open and took out one of your last three cigarettes, placing it between your lips. You reached for the last match that rattled around the case next, striking it against the railing and using it to light the cigarette.

You saw Jade’s head lift in your peripheral but continued to take your first drag, making sure to blow it away from her and up, so none of the smoke would get anywhere near her.

It stayed quiet as you smoked and she sniffled, and you were halfway done with the cigarette before she broke the silence.

“You’re too pretty to be doing that,” Her voice was watery, but firm.

You took the cigarette from your lips and held it in your hand away from her before turning toward her. You tried your best to keep your expression neutral, but your eyebrows still furrowed. “I’m sorry?”

“Smoking,” She sniffled again and cleared her throat. “It’s an ugly habit.”

Your spine fully straightened as your mouth parted to say something, but instead, you turned away from her and popped the cigarette back into your mouth. You talked around the roll, your shoulders tense. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll take that into consideration.”

You stood from your seat suddenly and walked away from her, shoes clomping on the concrete as you made your way to the sidewalk. In one hand, you held your cigarette, and you pulled your phone from under your shirt and flicked it open with the other. You pressed the hotkey to call the taxi service you usually used.

You turned to face the alleyway and tapped your foot as you watched for Eddie, holding your phone to your ear. As you spoke to the operator and gave them the location information, the boy in question rounded the corner holding Steve by the arm, a stormy look on his face. You sighed and asked for a second taxi to the same location, and once it was confirmed, you snapped your phone closed loudly. You dropped your finished cigarette onto the ground and used your foot to grind it into the sidewalk as you watched Eddie sit Steve down on the steps beside Jade, where he all but slumped over, his head leaning against the railing.

Eddie met you on the sidewalk shortly after that.

“What happened with her?”

“You’re crazy if you think I actually asked,” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “She bitched about my smoking habit and I walked away before I got mean.”

“She what?” Eddie wheeled around, eyes wide. “You’re kidding. We smoke every time we go out!”

“She said that “it’s an ugly habit” and I’m “too pretty to be doing that”, which, thanks for calling me pretty, or whatever,” You rolled your eyes. “But way to make it backhanded. Like I asked for her opinion.”

“Yeah. Steve told me she flipped out because they were apparently dancing near the window and she caught him staring out the window instead of paying attention to her, and because she’s still pissed that he changed his costume,” He huffed, ruffling his hair for a moment before letting his arms drop to his side. “Which, fair on the staring part, but a little crazy on the costume thing. It’s literally just a costume.”

Your stomach lurched. You had noticed them near the window of the house, and you had noticed Steve staring out of the window multiple times while you had been talking to Star Wars Guy. You also knew that Jade really did not like that Steve was matching with you rather than her. “I hate Halloween. So much. Have I ever told you that?”

“I’m wounded, but I get it,” He shrugged. “D’you get two taxis?”

“Yep. Don’t know who’s going in which,” You sighed and turned to glance toward the street. You saw some headlights coming toward the house and shivered. “Depends on if they make up or not.”

“Because if not—“

“Yeah. Not too happy about that,” Your lips formed a line, knowing damn well that if the couple didn’t make up, Eddie and Jade lived in the same apartment complex, and Steve had recently moved a block away from yours. “But I’ll deal. Is he, like, getting-sick-drunk?”

“No. He’s acting like a kicked puppy because I yelled at him to get his shit together,” Eddie shook his head. “He’s fine. Let me ask what they’re thinking.”

You watched the dark-haired boy walk back toward the couple, and then you heard Jade immediately begin to protest at the top of her lungs, insisting that she would absolutely not be getting into a car with Steve, or with you. You saw Eddie’s shoulders sag as the crunch of tires on the pavement got closer and closer, and then two white and green checkered taxis pulled up right where you had been standing.

“Eddie, cabs are here,” You raised your voice to catch their attention. The couple stood from their seats and immediately separated, walking with an absurd amount of distance for them, as they were normally glued at the hip. Jade stalked toward the first cab, and Steve dragged his feet toward the second one, closest to you. He swayed slightly, but not enough to need help walking yet.

“I’ll call you tomorrow morning, okay?” Eddie called as he opened the back door of his taxi for Jade. “Text me when you get back to yours.”

“Yeah. That’s fine.”

Even though Eddie had said that Steve wasn’t drunk enough to get sick, you scanned the area for any litter around and found a stray plastic bag that was crumpled and stuck at the base of a tree, grabbed it, and opened the back door of your cab.

“Get in,” You turned to Steve, who was already looking at you. His eye contact made your skin suddenly warm, but you ignored it and made a motion for him to hop in. He obliged, silently, but not without a bit of a fumble to slide across the back bench.

Once he was in and had buckled his seatbelt, you got into the seat furthest from him much more gracefully than he had gotten in. You told the driver that you were heading to Steve’s address, and you were off.

You tossed the plastic bag in his direction but kept your eyes trained on your hands in your lap.

You could see him grab the bag and lift his head toward you, cocking his head so his hair flopped in his face. “Why’re you giving me this?”

You tried not to snort at his slightly slurring speech. “For shits and giggles.”

“M’ not gonna get sick. I never do,” He scoffed, but there wasn’t the normal weight he usually used around you behind it. “I’ve got a stomach of steel.”

“Well, I’m not paying for the cleaning fee if you do. I don’t have Daddy’s credit card to live off of,” You spared him a glance and said simply before crossing your arms and sitting back in your seat. “In case you conveniently forgot.”

He didn’t say anything, but you felt his gaze burning a hole in the side of your face.

“Y’look really pretty,” He said quietly but didn’t move. Your stomach churned with butterflies, your chest warming with a combination of anger and sadness. “In case no one told you tonight.”

“Stop talking, Steve,” You scoffed. ��Just because you pissed off your girlfriend does not mean you can try talking me up when she’s not around.”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore,” He huffed. “She broke up with me two weeks ago. She just wanted to come to get pictures to show her friends and to say she did a couple’s costume with me.”

You suddenly felt really, really satisfied that she was the one to dump him and practically use him for the night, but also really, really, sad for him.

“Oh,” You hummed.

“Yeah. That’s kinda why I changed,” He sighed, his head dipping. You still didn’t turn. “I didn’t think it was fair that she still got to have her pictures with me and my friends.”

“Didn’t that just make her more pissed off?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“And you still let her come and dress up with us?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“That’s sad, Steve,” You tried not to scoff. “Like, really sad. Seriously.”

He went quiet for a second or two, his body turning so he could look out the window.

“Yeah. I know,” He sounded uncharacteristically soft, like Jade had actually hurt his feelings. It made you feel way too many things at once, and you even briefly considered grabbing the plastic bag from him as some sort of safety net for yourself.

“Doesn’t feel nice, does it?” You said before thinking, but didn’t let the embarrassment of your sudden jab wash over you. You knew deep down he deserved to hear it, even if the thought of your words finally hitting him where it hurt made you feel like a horrible, evil, person.

He looked back toward you, his eyes holding the same unrecognizable look that you hadn’t seen since you had last slept together. It made your chest squeeze. He shook his head.

It was silent in the taxi for the next ten minutes.

You realized that hearing about what Jade had done to Steve actually made you a lot less satisfied than you had initially thought. You thought back to how Steve had made you feel time and time again, and how he had hurt you, but then you thought about the good times that had been far and few between. When he had hung out with your friends in the beginning, when the two of you hadn’t told anyone that you were seeing each other. You thought about how he had always watched for you in the group, and how you had always caught him staring, how you could always find him in any room. How he defended you, Robin, and Alex at parties when guys got too close or their joking jabs got a little too mean. How he always asked to partner up on projects, how he always complimented you on how eloquent you were when you presented in class. How he always held you after you had sex, how he checked in constantly to make sure he was doing everything right for you, how he always slowed down when you asked, and listened to you like he wanted to.

Like he cared.

You thought about how Jade got all of that, every day, for months, and thought she was insane for throwing that all away just because all she had wanted in the first place was something to show for it. She wanted him as a trophy, not as a person. You thought she was fucking crazy for giving up all of Steve’s good parts for some stupid pictures to take home to her friends.

Thinking about Jade made you think about how you and Steve ended. He had never indicated that he didn’t want you, he just didn’t want to commit. He didn’t want to show you off just to say he had a girlfriend, he just didn’t want to change anything about the arrangement. Sure, he didn’t know too much about your personal life— well, you weren’t sure how much he truly knew about you. You didn’t really give him too long of a pause over his car to give you the right answers. But, he wasn’t nearly as mean as you had initially painted him to be. Maybe it was your anger, your sadness. But seeing him slumped over in the taxi, pouting out the window like he was in a music video, made you feel a little less angry at him now.

“Can I tell you something without you, like, strangling me?” He said about five minutes away from his house, finally lifting his head.

You dared to turn toward him, heart beating in overdrive. “Sure. No promises.”

“I’m sorry.”

Your heart stopped for a minute. You were sure of it. You just looked at him, eyes not leaving his.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I miss when you didn’t hate me," He said, like it wasn’t a crazily impactful sentence. “We used to be friends, which before you say anything, you know what I mean by that, and then we just … weren’t. And it’s my fault.”

“That was your choice, Steve. You could have just said you wanted to be friends instead of…” You trailed off, gulping for a moment and looking back to your lap. “Whatever we were.”

“Do you not miss being friends?”

“You know the answer to that question.”

“I’m sorry,” He said again, sighing. “But, why didn’t you say that you wanted to be friends?”

The taxi finally pulled up to Steve’s apartment complex, paid the driver with a wad of cash, and got out of the back seat, a strange feeling washing over you. You watched Steve clamber out and close the door behind him, the two-flat he now lived in looming behind the two of you.

“Because you knew from the night that you really met me that we could never just be friends. You’re going into education,” You said, no heat behind your words. “Don’t tell me that you’re suddenly too stupid to not realize that.”

He sighed and nudged a stray leaf with the toe of his Converse sneaker.

“That was a year ago today, you know,” He hummed, jamming his hands into his pockets. He raised his head toward you and rocked back and forth on his heels. “‘Cept this year, we’re matching.”

You looked at him, your face the picture of bored, because of course you knew that, and of course, you were alone with Steve Harrington for the second Halloween in a row, and he was making your stomach swim with butterflies. No matter how much you wanted to hate him, or how much you swore you were over him, he still had an effect on you.

But now, you were determined to keep him out of your heart entirely. You knew how to keep your emotions away from your face, how to act more confident, and how to keep your feelings buried deep inside.

“Not like I had a choice. You’re the one who wouldn’t change.”

“What if I told you that I also did it to piss you off?”

“I’d tell you that I should have strangled you with that stupid orange necktie when I had the chance.”

He laughed, a bright sound you hadn’t heard in what felt like forever. You still didn’t let a smile crack, though. You watched his face slowly drop as he realized you weren’t laughing with him.

“You have your keys, right?” You cocked your head at him, watching diligently as he patted around his pockets for the keys in question. He pulled them out and shook them in front of you, deeply confused. “Do you need help getting inside or are you sober enough to do that yourself?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind the help—“

“Steve.”

“Alright, yeah. I’m okay to get in on my own,” He rocked on his heels again. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“Steve.”

“Right. Okay. Cool,” He pushed out quickly, starting the trek toward his front door, walking slowly. You began your trek away from his house, back toward where your apartment building was at the end of the block. “I’ll see you soon?”

“Nope.”

“Well, get home safe!” He shouted as you walked further and further away, but you didn’t respond, continuing toward your building.

You did, however, throw yourself into your bed once you arrived home, and screamed into your pillow for a good five minutes before turning onto your back.

You had to stop letting him get to you.

You had to give him a taste of his own medicine. Not the way Jade did, but in a way that would protect your own feelings, all of the ones you’d sworn were under control and even non-existent.

You had to.

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shinoko-oshi · 2 months ago

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Every Saturday - Simon Riley x female reader

Tags - comfort, therapist x patient, eventual romance/smut

He didn't expect much from therapy, certainly not the easy conversations, the warm smiles, or the quiet way you made the weight on his chest feel lighter. Healing was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for you.

master list - chapter two

Kindness was worse than cruelty. Cruelty, he could see coming. Could brace for.

But kindness?

Kindness crept in quiet. Soft. Gentle. It smoothed the edges until he didn’t notice he was bleeding.

He noticed it the second he walked in.

The chair wasn’t bare anymore. Someone, you, had draped a blanket over the cold leather, one of those knitted ones, all soft loops and pale colors like clouds or fog. A pillow too, pressed into the back like it belonged there. Like you thought a few scraps of comfort could change the way it felt. Like that would be enough to make him open up.

It wasn’t

And now instead of one hideous cup, there were two. The same ugly orange cat from before, and beside it, something even worse: Scooby Doo. One had clearly been broken at some point. The ceramic was chipped in places, thin cracks spiderwebbed just beneath the glaze. The handle had been broken clean off once and glued back on. Slightly crooked. But just enough to notice.

It hadn’t been replaced. Just repaired.

Damaged and broken, but still kept. Still used. Not thrown out. Just picked up from the harsh floor, sharp edges pressed into steady hands. Put back together, not to hide the cracks or pretend they weren’t there but to learn how to hold them without bleeding.

“What’d you just say?” he asked, squinting at you like you’d committed a crime.

“I said, y’know… Riley kinda looks like Scooby Doo, no?” You laughed as you saw the look on his face.

Yeah, Riley was brown. Black too. But putting his dog in the same category as your weird cartoon mug? That might’ve been one of the worst insults he’d ever heard.

“He’s brown, sure,” he muttered, deadpan, “but he doesn’t look like that.”

He jabbed a finger toward the Scooby mug, like it personally offended him. Which, to be fair, it did in his mind.

“Well, I hope you don’t mind drinking from it,” you smiled, not missing a beat “I made tea.”

“It’s chamomile, you said you liked that kind,” you added, when he didn’t say anything right away.

Simon stared at the mug. He didn’t like being cornered, even with kindness. And this? This felt like one of those moments where saying no would make him the arsehole. And while he was an arsehole, most days, something about you made it harder to be cruel.

There were a dozen things he could say. A hundred reasons to refuse it. But he didn’t. Not because he wanted the tea, but because you looked like someone who wouldn’t know what to do with sharp rejection. Like someone who deserved gentler things, even from men who didn’t know how to give them.

So with a low, internal sigh, he took the cup. Sniffed it, like it might be poisoned. Then brought it to his lips.

Too sweet.

Way too sweet. The kind of tea that made his teeth ache. He liked it bitter. Something sharp to match the taste always stuck to the back of his throat.

“Does it taste good?” you asked after a few seconds.

He could’ve told the truth. Should’ve. That was what therapy was, wasn’t it?

Instead, he grunted, “Yeah. No, it’s bloody great.”

Even though it tasted like regret and sugar packets.

You were writing something down in that little notebook of yours, same one from last week, Simon noticed. No labels. No stickers. Just plain, spiral bound. Probably filled with words he’d never want to read.

“You mentioned taking Riley out last week,” you stated lightly, your pen hovering. “Do you ever go with anyone else? Or just you two?”

His jaw clenched. The question wasn’t invasive. Wasn’t even meant to be deep. But still, something in his chest pulled tight, like a wire being yanked.

You waited.

“No.”

“Any family or friends?” you asked, head tilted just slightly. You didn’t sound judgmental. You didn’t sound like you were digging.

But he still felt the snarl rise in his gut.

“Don’t have any. Both are dead.”

The words left his mouth faster than he meant them to. They dropped heavy, final, like the thud of a door slamming shut.

But you didn’t flinch. Just nodded. Like it was a ball in the park, not the weight of something that could crush a man’s lungs.

Simon watched you. Longer than he meant to.

Waiting for the usual responses. The tilt of the head. The pity. The follow-ups. But they didn’t come.

You just wrote something down and moved on.

“What else happened this week?”

“The old lady next door’s cat had kittens.” he muttered.

You looked up, like you were interested. Actually interested.

“She asked if I’d like to see them,” he continued. “So I went over. Fed the little demons. One scratched me.”

A small smile tugged at your face, the one that always seemed to be there no matter how miserable the air was in the room.

“I take it you’re not a cat person then?”

“Bloody hell. Those furballs are nothing but trouble.”

“Guess I chose right with the mug then, huh?” you mused, eyes flicking toward it again.

He looked down at it. Still cracked but warm in his hands.

“Guess you did.”

The Scooby doo mug in question:

But anyways you see what I’m trying to get atttt 🤭 cat person x dog personnnn

Also this is really short so yknow just ignore that

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hannahbarberra162 · 3 months ago

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4/1 WIP Update :)

Hi friends! I have some exciting news for everyone - I’m dropping everything I was working on to write some new works! I’ll get back to those old boring ones eventually but for now, here’s what I’ve been writing:

> The Emperor’s New Groove AU (Shanks, Beckman x Reader) Shanks has been turned into a three legged llama and it’s up to you to help him reverse the poison.

Beckman, pinching the bridge of his nose: Shanks, why did you drink the poison?

Shanks, thriving, wiggling his long neck around trying to reach Beckman's good whiskey on the high shelf: Thought it was alcohol.

Beckman: It says LLAMA POISON on the vial and it’s bright purple.

Shanks, accidentally dropping the bottle of whiskey and shattering it on the ground: Thought it was one of those fancy IPAs.

Beckman, sighing: well hopefully we can find the antido - STOP DRINKING MORE OF IT -

Shanks: You're throwing off my groove...

> Bird’s Eye View (Yan Hattori x Reader) In collaboration with @gouraminnow - You’ve been working at the pet store on Eneis Lobby for a few years now and always enjoy when your favorite customer, Hattori, comes in riding on Rob Lucci's shoulder.

One day you’re closing the store for the night, prettying the displays for tomorrow’s customers. You hope Hattori will come visit with his owner, the cute little bird always makes your day. Mr. Lucci has told you many times how Hattori has a taste for the finer things in life, and his bird feed is no exception. Your store stocks the finest seed and you always make time to chat with the charming pigeon.

You turn off the lights and are about to lock the door to the shop when one strong hand is at your throat, claws piercing your skin. Rob Lucci drags you back to his rooms by force - you’re sure you’re going to be killed then an there. He dumps you in a heap on the floor none too gently.

“P-please, I don’t know what I did -”

“Someone wants to see you.” You look up and lock eyes with Hattori, sitting on his perch and sipping whiskey on the rocks. “I've told you, Hattori has a taste for the finer things in life.”

> Scooby Doo AU (Strawhats / Reader) Taking a break from Luffy's quest to become the King of the Pirates, Luffy and the gang decide to solve the Grand Line’s greatest mysteries - and we all know Luffy loves a good mystery. Who is the talking and singing skeleton wreaking havoc on Thriller Bark? The gang’s here to find out!

Nami as Daphne

Robin as Velma

Sanji as Fred

Franky as the Mystery Machine

Usopp as Shaggy

Luffy as Scooby

Chopper as Scrappy Doo AND

Zoro as Zoro

I'm joking! April Fools! I'm not writing these, just being silly.

XOXOXO, back to regularly scheduled writing <3

#scooby doo au #birds eye view au #emperor's new groove #shanks would be a great llama #I don't know how much he'd mind tbh #Beckman would not only be gray but bald from stress #three legged llama #Sanji is SO Fred #wearing ascots #always wanting to be around the ladies #I was gonna make Zoro another Hanna Barbera cartoon #but I think he's fine the way he is #they always split up and he's gonna get lost #Yan Hattori #Lucci is indifferent to you #he's happy Hattori is happy #he'd never talk to you #you think he's gonna kill you #he's just vibing

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agerefandomrambles · 10 months ago

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Title: Fragile

Word count: 743

Little! reader

Cg! Goose + Maverick

Warnings:

Plot: When the stress of top gun makes you feel like breaking, Goose is there to pick up the pieces

"Break right, break right!" Your RIO shouts at you. You pull the leaver to the right hard, just in time to evade getting targeted by viper.

"(Your callsign) we're right above you" you hear goose speak through your headset.

"Rodger Goose, Vipers right on our tail. Mind giving us a hand Mav?" You ask, desperately rolling and turning to avoid letting Viper get a lock on you.

I don't even get a reply before Maverick hits the breaks. Me and Viper fly right past him and he gets behind us.

"(Your callsign) on the count of 3, I need you to break left" Maverick says. He counts down and you wipe the sweat from your forehead. When he reaches 3, you grab the joystick and pull it, but you pull it to the right.

Viper and Maverick both almost collide into you and you have to dive to avoid hitting them. While your diving, Viper follows you and manages to get a lock on you.

"Dude! What happened? Mav had him!" Your RIO shouts, you ignore him and shakily pull the plane back up to a stable flying pattern.

"You're out (callsign), get back to the barracks" Viper calls

You silently fly the plane back and disembark, still ignoring your RIO. It isn't until you're in your barrack that you start to cry.

You didn't even realise it was happening, the tears just started flowing down and once it started there was nothing you could do to stop it.

"Knock knock. It's Goose" You hear a gentle voice call out before the door opens. Goose gets one look at you, curled up in your bed while sobbing, and runs in. He sits next to you in the bed and doesn't say a word when you attach yourself to his side.

You two stay like for a long time while he lets you cry. Eventually, your sobs turn into sniffles.

"Hey little bird. What happened?" He asks, gently pulling away so he can look at your face.

"Did bad. Was already slippy and then turned the wrong way and almost crashed. I'm gonna get kicked out" You sniffle

"Oh darling. You did one bad simulation. You're second in the class. I promise they're not gonna kick you out" He consuls, rubbing your back in big, wide circles.

"I'm too weak for the army! 'M just a little kid! I'm never gonna make it" you hiccup, rubbing your eyes.

"Hey. (Your callsign). I need you to look at me." Goose says seriously. You look at him with scared eyes and he sighs, his demeanour relaxing a little. "You are not weak. You might be a little fragile but you know what? That's OK! That's part of what makes you so great, that you feel things so deeply. And even if you do break, mama goose will always be here to pick up the pieces and put them back together."

That makes you crack a smile and you bury your head into his side, relaxing slowly as he continues rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Do you wanna go over what went wrong now or later?" He asks

"Later. I wanna be small now" you reply, your voice muffled by him.

He just chuckles and continues to cuddle you for a while. Eventually, you pull back and he pulls out your box of little things.

You pull out your paci, your favourite stuffie and blankie, your wooden blocks and your rattle. Goose just chuckles, mentally noting that you're on the younger side of your age range.

He sets you up in front of the TV, turning on Scooby doo before sneaking away to pull out his phone and call Maverick

"Yo, Mav. (Your callsign) has slipped. You wanna come hang out?" Goose asks, probing to check to see how Mav is feeling.

"Yeah, I'm not little though. Just to let you know" Maverick replies easily, having known Goose long enough to know when he's probing.

"That's fine, we'll see you soon?" Goose asks, keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eye.

It doesn't take Maverick long to get there. He sits down next to you and starts playing a simple board game with you while Goose makes you all some butter pasta for dinner.

You might be doing a stressful job but you're beginning to think that it's ok as long as your caregivers are there to pick up the pieces when you shatter

#little!reader #cg! goose #cg! maverick #topgun #topgun agere #fic #story #mine

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cosplayinamerica · 1 year ago

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Susumu Kodai from Space Battleship Yamato Cosplayer: @the.yamato.boy Photo : @m_padron15

Funny enough at anime cons, not a lot of people recognize it as the Space Battleship Yamato, they usually just get hyped over seeing a massive ship at a con or war buffs notice the resemblance. Only a couple of people have recognized it. The ones that do though go nuts. The fanbase is fiercely loyal and even at Katsucon, the official Hotel Liason let me store the Yamato in his executive suite! Alas sadly barely anyone in my age group knows what Space Battleship Yamato is.

C2E2 was the first time I ever brought Yamato to a regular comic convention. The amount of people that recognized it there was actually comical. The cherry on top was that most people recognized it as the Argo or Intrepido.

What I'm most appreciative is that it's a way to bond the current generation of anime fans with the old and offers an opportunity to explore anime history.

Yamato started out as a binding point with my dad and I. He’s always been there for me but was a mystery at the same time. When I was like 2-3~ish my family still had an old Quasar TV with a built in VHS tape player. This was the kind of TV where you could feel your eyeballs melting out from the TV static. Anyway we had a singular VHS tape of Star Blazers- specifically the episodes where Argo uses the asteroid ring and then says goodbye to your families. As a certified Scooby-Doo fan, seeing #1 a cartoon with actual camera angles and cinema techniques was mind blowing to me and really stuck out, #2 there was a journey. The episodic countdown made me so mad because I knew I was only watching a piece of something bigger. My dad realized this and for my 5th birthday he bought me a full DVD set of all the episodes from Season 1. Afterward I drew little Yamato’s everywhere.

Eventually the spark that was Star Blazers would erupt into a burning flame that has become my love for Yamato. A couple of years ago my Grandpa was fighting with terminal lung cancer. We lived in America and he lived in South Korea so commute was tough and I didn’t get to see him all the time. During this time I was also getting bullied a lot and my mom thought it’d be good if I finished my elementary school years in Korea with my cousins so we moved there for a bit. I was a total fish out of water but a lot of my friends built Gunpla. I had no idea what a gundam was so I decided to research and went to Gundam Base Side 3 which is in Downtown Daegu. Remember the remake just came out at this time so there was a huge display dedicated to Yamato 2199. I really wanted a Yamato and had a meltdown in the store, like a full tantrum. I remember coming back to my apartment with my mom and just thinking non stop about it.

The week following, my grandpa took me instead and I’m guessing my mom told me how badly I wanted it because he got me not only a 1/1000 Yamato 2199 kit, but also the Garmilus 3 ship model pack. I was absolutely overjoyed and would not stop playing with that. The kit was later destroyed after a smaller big shelf collapse. He also died about a year afterward. It serves as a core memory and a reminder of him. As I shifted more into model building I dived more into gunpla until I was about 15. Highschool sucked. A lot.

The transition into being a freshman took a lot on my mental health. I got assaulted and the stress of everything caved in and I tried to take my own life. It’s a lot to Unpack and I’m not super comfortable talking about it, but it’s nessacary because of what happened.

Basically I got sent to outpatient which is like full time therapy sessions but school length. As cliche as it sounds, I brought a small Yamato with me. In order for it to fit comfortably in my pocket I froze super glue all over the fins and sharp bits so I would stab myself in the thigh on accident, iykyk.

One of the things they told us in outpatient as a coping mechanism was that if we ever felt as bad as we did previously, think about the small things, and try on focus things that we would want to stay for. Well oh boy let me tell you, Yamato 2202 was coming out at this time and because of the format they were doing the movie part releases so 4 episodes every 4 months I think and I kept convincing myself that if I was gone, I would not see the end.

The ending of 2202 not only brought around the end of that purpose but also wholly changed my outlook on my life. “The planets only stay in their places, only we have the power to give them beauty.” – Teresa of Telezart

To say the ship had an impact on my life is an understatement. It was a reason to live at one point. On March 2nd/3rd when the announcement of Matsumoto’s passing came out I was absolutely devasted. I didn’t eat or sleep the following couple of days.

not a lot of people still know Yamato so in order to make conversation with other anime fans I picked up other shows but Yamato largely was my heart and soul. Matsumoto’s passing was what urged me to finally start. I wanted to build something that would not only bring me closer to Matsumoto but would hopefully give Yamato what it had given me- another life- sort of- maybe a little too dramatic, interpret that as you do idk.

I want more people to watch Yamato and understand its message. We live in a day and age of constant bickering and isolation. We are all cogs in an economic machine. While we get blinded by work and debate, Yamato exists to teach people that it’s important to have dreams, to chase love and that maybe we can break out of our predicament – To truly know that you’re not alone is the meaning of Love, and that we must meet the challenge and the impossible will become possible – And finally, there is no one right-way to live – are all things that Yamato teaches.

#cosplay stories #c2e2 #cosplay #space battleship Yamato

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alecmagnuslwb · 8 months ago

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Trick r' Treat, You're Dead Meat

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‘Trick or treat, you’re dead meat, give me something good to eat! If you don’t you’ll be dead. I’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head!’

“No offense Love, but I’m glad we’re not going out tonight I look ridiculous,” John says pulling at his too tight ascot and perfectly coiffed blonde hair.

“Oh, hush,” Zatanna says, adjusting her thigh high pink go-go boots. The movement catches John’s eyes unabashedly and Zatanna steps to him tugging on the ascot trailing her fingers up his neck lightly her eyes on his. “You look cute.”

“I look dorky as hell,” he replies

“You look hot,” she says fixing his hair he’d messed up before pausing for grand effect trailing her hand down his chest with a wink.

John sighs shuffling his way back over to the couch, kicking his feet up watching the final few tragic frames of American Mary playing on the screen.

“If I didn’t know that that was going to be a very good payoff, I’d be changing into nothing but sweatpants right now,” he says, digging his hand into the candy bowl snatching up a few treats.

They’re dressed as Fred and Daphne from Scooby Doo. The costume plan had been brewed and sewed up before Ollie and Dinah’s family had gotten trapped on some sort of alternate dimension island and opted to cancel their festivities. Every other holiday plan they cooked up had seemed a little too close to their previous years that have always resulted in some sort of real life horror so they’d settled on staying at home giving out candy and watching movies.

John had tried all through the month to get her to go with some of her early costume ideas like Chucky and Tiffany or Sidney and Billy, at least then he got to be covered in blood. But she’d insisted on something a little more family friendly since kids would be at the door.

“We’ll be all dressed up with nowhere to go,” she’d said with glee, no room for argument.

Zatanna snatches up the bowl playfully smacking John’s hand away, throwing her temporarily red hair over her shoulder with a smile. He scoffs popping a Reese’s cup in his mouth, as if she can’t just conjure up more candy. She glides over to the door anticipating the ringing bell before the trick or treaters can get to it.

“You can’t do that, then you’ll be the creepy guy handing out candy in sweatpants,” she grins pulling open the door just as the bell finally rings.

“Trick ‘r Treat!” the children shout.

“You guys look fantastic!” Zatanna beams giving out heaping handfuls of candy to each member of the tiny Doom Patrol.

They all shout thank you’s as they run off the porch passing through Woodcrest’s heavy metal gates, tonight adorned in iridescent purple bat lights. A stream of kids make it to the door before she can shut it again, a little parade of varying Bats, vampires, and references to children shows that go over both their heads.

“Well, hey gorgeous,” a cheeky teenager dressed up as Fred says, winking at Zatanna as she gives a heaping handful of candy to his little sister dressed as Scooby Doo.

John walks up behind her grabbing one small piece of candy tossing it into the kids bag. “Get your own redhead, kid,” he says. The kid rolls his eyes sauntering off with his skipping little sister in tow.

The kids don’t stop coming for over an hour after that, the height of the trick ‘r treating coming on in full force. The pair sit on the steps outside giving out sizable and quality handfuls of candy that guarantee the word of mouth about how much candy Zee gives out will mean at least double the amount of kids next year.

Eventually the stream of sugar hyped little ones dies down and the two head back inside cuddling up on the couch watching the remainder of Def by Temptation. They’re cozy on the couch John’s head resting in her lap, him grumbling just a bit everytime the bell rings and a trick ‘r treat straggler shows up at the door.

The movie switches over to Frankenhooker, a favorite of Zatanna’s, just as they fully settle on the couch Zatanna sprawled out on top of John. A half hour passes and they assume the night belongs to just them when the bell rings again. Zatanna sighs, pulling herself off of John eyeing the clock, it’s nearing 10:30 trick ‘r treating’s official hours fully past.

She pulls open the door with a smile revealing a pack of five. “Trick ‘r Treat!” they all shout in almost too perfect unison their voices somehow simultaneously high and gravely. Zatanna scans their costumes, surprised by the old school smocks and plastic masks of Bugs Bunny, a vampire, Casper the Ghost, a devil and Mickey Mouse.

“Vintage, nice” Zatanna says with a smile. She holds out the bowl to the kids, “Take what you want you’ll probably be some of our last kids for the night.” They all reach out swiftly with tiny hands moving fast grabbing nearly everything from the bowl between one beat and the next. Zatanna blinks and they’re rushing off the steps giggling as they go. She watches as they turn the corner seemingly disappearing into the night.

Zatanna huffs stepping inside with the near empty bowl.

“Something up?” John says from his lounging spot on the couch.

Zatanna shakes her head, “Just some odd kids, seemed like they’re having a fun night though.” She drops the bowl on the coffee table, nudging John’s legs with her knee. He gets the message pulling his legs in for a moment stretching them back out across her lap as soon as she’s sat down. She leans forward grabbing a Twix. Just as she’s taken her first bite the bell rings again and again.

“All right, all right,” she says popping the whole Twix in her mouth licking her chocolate covered fingers as she goes. She pulls open the door to reveal an empty doorstep. She takes one step out looking from side to side not so much as a rustle of wind anywhere to be found.

“Very funny,” she scoffs lifting her hand with a twirl. “Nrut ffo lla eht roodtuo sthgil.” she says and they all power down in a wave. She hopes that will keep away any further stragglers or pranksters, she loves seeing all the kids in their costumes but she’s down for the night.

She closes the door locking it firmly behind her. She drops the candy bowl down before slowly undoing the green scarf at her neck blocking the tv slightly just as Dr. Jeffrey Franken gives himself another quick lobotomy. She slides the feathery purple jacket she’s been wearing over her sleeveless dress all night to keep away the chill off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor.

The corner of John’s lips upturn, “Does this mean I get to take off this getup?” he says sitting upright on the couch his attention fully locked on her. She hikes up her short dress making it just a little shorter walking over to the couch straddling his lap and settling down.

She tilts her head, “Eventually,” she says with a smirk leaning in brushing her lips tantalizingly against his.

“Eventually, huh?” he says chasing after her lips, getting a quick playful bite into the bottom one before she’s pulling back her hands sliding down his white sweater. “There was a cartoon crush kink here wasn’t there?”

She moves her hands low, moving them underneath his sweater pushing it up and up and shrugs, “What can i say, my major red flag is being into blonde men.”

“I’d call that a green flag,” he smirks delighting as she urges his arms up pulling the sweater over his head, tossing it over the couch.

She giggles pressing up close against him as she works at the buttons of the short sleeved blue button up layered beneath the sweater.

John melts under her touch, his hands grabbing tight at her waist pulling her impossibly closer. He delights in the little gasp she lets out when he leans in and grazes his lips over her collarbone. Her hands move to his shoulder digging in tight leaving half his buttons still secured. His lips travel down the cleavage of her dress while his hands travel up slowly moving the straps of her dress down her bare arms.

He peels down the front of her dress, his lips pressing at each reveal of alluring skin when suddenly the doorbell rings again. He groans frustrated when Zatanna pulls back and presses her soft purple dress back up to her chest tight.

The bell rings again three times in quick succession. “We’re all out of candy!” John shouts keeping Zatanna steady on his lap.

The ringing subsides stomping feet fleeing down the steps and away.

“Now where were we,” John says trailing his fingers against Zatanna’s exposed back.

“John,” Zatanna says looking over her shoulder back at the door.

“It’s fine, love, they’re gone,” he says moving his fingers down her arms curling his fingers around one of her hands pulling it gently from where it holds up her dress.

“Incorrigible,” she murmurs, not sounding nearly as bothered by the fact as she’s trying to be.

John gets to work peeling the dress back down all the way to her waist. He grabs her bare hips flipping them so they’re flat on the couch John over top of her positioned between her legs. He leans down kissing her glad to feel her brief tension melt away as he nips at the sensitive skin of her neck traveling back down to the collarbone where he started.

He lifts up a hand to his neck to take off the bright orange ascot.

Zatanna reaches up stopping him pulling his hand down to the side. “Uh, uh,” she says. “The ascot stays on.”

He chuckles leaning back down to press his lips to her skin with a chuckle, “Of course it does.”

He licks at the top curve of her breast one hand trailing across her bare ribs and up to the other breast, fingers trailing teasingly around her nipple. She moans, then moves one hand reaching up her fingers carding into his hair, messing up the perfect coif gently encouraging him downward towards the currently neglected nipple. He happily concedes freezing just as he’s about to put his lips around it when a cacophony of loud knocks sound at the door.

They both stop what they’re doing heads turning towards the door. Silence for a beat just the sound of Frankenhooker asking ‘Wanna date?!” before another round of loud knocking.

“Alright that’s it,” Zatanna says pushing John up. She untangles herself from him slipping her dress back in place as she heads towards the door.

“It’s just dumb kids, if we ignore it they’ll go away,” John argues as she gets further away. She just throws him a look over her shoulder, no room for argument. He sighs long and loud falling face first into the cushions.

She slings open the door stepping out onto the steps. “Alright!” she yells. “Very funny. We get it you can knock and you can ring doorbells, but that’s enough! Do it again and you’re gonna find out not such a good witch lives here!”

She’s met with silence, just a light cool breeze rustling leaves across the lawn, the raggedy clothes on her gravedigging skeletons flapping quietly.

She crosses her arms with a huff awaiting to see if these hooligans are brave enough to show themselves.

She takes one step back about to re enter her home when knocks sound again this time coming from the large bay windows in the living room.

John shoots up from the couch heading for the windows and pulling open the curtains to find nothing. Zatanna steps outside a little further leaning over the iron railing, she flicks her hand turning all the Halloween lights back on revealing nothing but large fake spiders in the bushes below the windows.

More knocks sound this time from the back door in the kitchen. John runs towards the sound rebuttoning some of his shirt as he goes. Zatanna rushes back inside the house locking the door firmly once again.

John steps outside the small garden in the back twinkling with little skull and pumpkin lights, the space as still as can be.

“Anything?” Zatanna asks him as she walks into the room. John shakes his head shutting the door ensuring it’s locked.

The doorbell rings again, followed by knocks at both doors. The knocking gets louder windows on the first floor shaking with the force of the knocks.

John and Zatanna rush back into the living room just as a low singing begins. Zatanna mutes the tv knowing it’s not her beloved movie. The words aren’t discernible at first, but as they go they get louder and more clear.

“Trick ‘r treat, you’re dead meat, give me something good to eat! If you don’t you’ll be dead. I’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head!”

“Well that’s fucking ominous,” John says looking to the front bay windows as giggling begins little faces popping up out of the bushes. Five of them in vintage masks that Zatanna saw not but an hour ago.

“These are the odd kids from earlier,” Zatanna says, eyes staying locked on the creepy kids.

They sing their little song again moving their heads in time back and forth their vacant mask eyes on the couple.

“I gave you some goddamn candy!” she shouts at them and they freeze mid-song.

The lights flicker in and out, the TV suddenly loud and stuck like a broken record as Frankenhooker says over and over again ‘Wanna party? Got any money?!”

Until it all cuts out, the whole house going dark for a moment. Zatanna grabs John’s arm keeping him close when after a few silent beats the lights come back on, the tv all static now. Small simple knocks hit the front windows the little faces gone now but words written across the window in what they hope is just dark red paint.

WE DON’T CARE it says in response to her insistence she gave them candy.

“Shit,” she says keeping hold of John. Glass breaks in the kitchen and they head towards it to find the small windows over the sink busted open a few of the brick gravestones she’d placed in the garden lying broken on the floor.

Zatanna drops John’s arm leaning down to pick up a shard of one of the small gravestones it’s covered in a tacky green and red substance she hadn’t put there. She dares to sniff at it a sickly sweet mixture of watermelon and coppery blood.

She drops the gravestone bit and turns to John clapping her hands together loud, “Laes siht esuoh.”

“Is that such a good idea, love?” John says pointing at the trail of goo that follows out of the kitchen and leads down the hall towards the first floor library. The least dangerous of the libraries in the house at least. “I’d say the call is already coming from inside the house.”

“Better to trap them then,” she says twisting one hand at her side. “Sriatspu dna tnemesab ffo stimil.” A warm wave of magic settles over the interior of the house. “And that will keep them away from any dangerous artifacts.”

John nods. “Then let's find the little buggers,” he says just as the sound of tumbling books sounds from down the hall. They rush for the library and enter to find piles of books in every corner giggles sounding from behind the couch.

Zatanna and John walk slowly towards it, hands at the ready. Bugs Bunny mask pops up from behind the couch tossing a handful of candy in Zatanna’s face before running off arm outstretched knocking a row of books off the shelf.

Zatanna guffaws as the rain of bite sized chocolate bars do nothing more sinister as she expected. John takes off running at the menace, “Come here you little shit!” he shouts tackling Bugs Bunny mask to the ground. The impact lands hard Bugs landing all sorts of wrong on one arm.

They struggle with John batting hard at his chest despite the clearly damaged wrist gaining the upper hand overtop John. Bugs reaches into their smock brandishing some sort of bastardized shiv made from a lollipop holding it close to John’s left eye.

Zatanna swings a hand out her magic sending the shiv carrying rabbit into a bookshelf knocking even more books to the ground. John scrambles upright as Bugs gets up from the ground like nothing even happened.

“Zee, wanna hit Bugsy here with another blast,” John says backing up towards her.

“Another hit might kill this kid, which i don’t love the idea of killing a kid,” Zatanna says arms at her side hesitant.

“I don’t think these things are kids,” he replies watching as Bugs twists his broken wrist back into place leaving a puddle of that sickly sweet goo dripping down his arm. Bugs giggles walking eerily slowly towards them lollipop shiv in hand.

“Nope,” Zatanna says flinging a hand at the monstrous bunny. “Dnib gsub ot eht sniatruc!”

The black ropes of the velvety red curtains spool out grabbing at Bugs and pulling them back they growl struggling against the magically tight bonds losing grip on their shiv. The lollipop falling to the ground and shattering into pieces. Zatanna and John cautiously walk towards the bunny once they’re tightly secured, tossing back and forth but the bonds not loosening.

Zatanna reaches up grabbing the plastic mask and slipping it upward revealing the face below. It’s not a kid, that’s for sure. The face beneath is a twisted demonic version of the mask they wear, rabbit-like features twisted and dingy gray. Deep indents run along the face where the mask had been.

“Jesus christ,” John says over her shoulder.

Bugs hisses at him, his two big buck teeth covered in red and green goop rattling.

“Gonna guess you’re not human,” Zatanna says. Bugs starts giggling at that their big black empty eyes staring her down. They whisper their little sinister song the buck teeth getting in the way of certain letters, their head rocking back and forth. “Yeah, we’re gonna put this back on.” Zatanna says with a disturbed look.

“One down, sort of,” John says looking away from Bugs as he emphasizes the ‘we’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head’ line of the song. “If we catch them all we can send them…somewhere.”

“Somewhere,” Zatanna agrees catching on shadows in the hallway. She taps John on the side pointing towards the hall where flickering flames start to appear. They step towards the wide doorway slowly, Bugs still growling behind them when a rumbling sound begins. Two large jack o’lanterns brightly lit start rolling their way jagged evil faces glowing.

They separate dodging to each side of the room to avoid the orange menaces as they rush at them at high speed. Giggles sound from the hallway, the devil and Mickey Mouse making themselves present. They peek into the room waving at them once before pulling more pumpkins into their arms.

They roll them at John and Zee snickering as the flaming pumpkins make their way to them. They keep pulling pumpkins out sending rounds and rounds of them that the pair dodge.

“Where the hell are these pumpkins coming from?!” Zatanna shouts stamping out a small pumpkin that nearly catches a pile of fallen books on the floor ablaze.

John opens his mouth with no answer slipping slightly as a huge pumpkin knocks into his legs before slamming into the wall catching the curtain that Bugs is attached to on fire. Zatanna puts it out quickly her focus on keeping the library from burning down.

The devil and Mickey take this as an opportunity rushing into the room. The devil oh so ironically makes its way to John while Mickey heads to Zatanna.

She’s quick turning from her firefighting duties magic swiping out at Mickey throwing them hard into a pile of smashed up pumpkin. The devil tries to slide through John’s legs, but he doesn’t quite make it. John kicks out at them knocking them hard in the chest. The devil lands ass first on a still lit candle not so much as flinching.

The devil just laughs and starts singing that damn little song. John grabs them by the smock lifting them up from the ground. Mickey sees this, slipping and sliding on the pumpkin mess to get up and assist their friend. Zatanna knocks him back down every time he works back up, enough times that something human would be unconscious by now.

She lifts him in the air slamming him down hard into an ornate chair in the corner conjuring up chains to secure the creature tight. Mickey struggles against it just like Bugs had but seems content giggling and growling all the time.

John fumbles with the devil who’s thrashing back and forth in his grip long jagged red nails scratching at his arms. John holds tight though slamming the devil down onto the hard back of Zatanna’s red velvet couch. Bone cracks but the devil doesn’t even flinch. Zatanna reaches out a hand conjuring up more locks and chains to surround the devil who stays back broken damn near in two over the back of the couch.

The devil's mask slips in the awkward position revealing a distorted face dark red and horned.

“How many more?” John asks stamping at a still lit jack o’lantern on the floor covering his blue flare pants in goop.

“Two,” Zatanna says her magic doing a double check on the bound three. “Casper and a vampire.”

“It’s like a bad joke: the devil, a vampire, Bugs, Mickey and Casper all walk into a witches house,” John grumbles heading for the hall.

They walk slowly making their way through the halls, the lights flicker a few inexplicable pumpkins in the hall still lit. Shadows play tricks around them shapes of the five creatures fucking with them playing on the walls.

They reach the end of the hall again at the living room where this all began, a single pumpkin blocking their way. A disfigured image of the two of them is carved into the glowing gourd the candle blazing unnaturally. From the living room a filter of random scenes from their horror movie lineup filter in and out the lights flickering like a classic haunted house.

“Well they’re talented I’ll give them that,” Zatanna says before bringing her tough go go boot down on the pumpkin. A whisper sounds over John’s shoulder, he flinches back seeing nothing but an empty hall.

Zatanna kicks the destroyed pumpkin aside stepping back into the living room. John follows her trying to ignore the jumbled whispers behind him.

The living room goes pitch black as soon as her boot steps beyond the fake cobweb adorned hallway. The whispers grow louder no longer behind them but coming from every little corner of the room. Zatanna gestures towards the other side of the room knowing that just like before it’s best to focus on one little creature each. John takes her direction stepping away from her as the front door bursts open wind gusting impossibly loud inside.

Casper makes himself known first coming out of seemingly nowhere dropping down onto John’s back.

“Little fuck!” John shouts wrestling with the ghost on his back. He knocks back into the large bay windows hard attempting to jostle the creature. Zatanna holds back not going to John’s aid like she knows the vampire who’s somewhere in this room is hoping she will to catch her off guard.

She steps slowly in the dark before looking up and snapping her fingers her magic slipping the lights back on.

“Gotcha,” she says looking up at the vampire gripping tight to the chandelier. He cackles a haughty movie Dracula laugh swinging the chandelier back and forth with glee.

John keeps knocking into walls to get rid of the ghost on his back who’s grip holds tight around his neck, not tight enough to cut off his air supply but tight enough for real discomfort while the vampire continues to taunt Zatanna.

John drops to the ground hard finally loosening the grip the ghost has on his neck. He lifts up every bone in his back cracking as he goes to reach for a weapon. He gets to the ridiculous knight in armor that lives in the room year round grabbing the heavy dull sword from its grip.

Casper rushes at John trying to take his feet out from underneath him. The ghost is unsuccessful, John swiping the sword at them knocking at the chin of the creature's mask. Casper growls rushing him again and again each time John makes a move with the sword knocking hard at different parts of the body. Each blow makes the Casper howl with anger relentlessly coming at John harder each time.

John slams the sword hard down on the creature's head cracking the skull with a splatter. Brain matter and the sickly sweet goo splash across John and the wall. Caspers mask falls to their neck the ghostly distorted face cracked open with green and red goo. Casper stumbles a bit the brain matter loss actually being the first thing to affect any of these creatures.

Meanwhile the vampire finally descends down from the chandelier landing on all fours on the ground in front of Zatanna. She steps to him ready for a fight. The vampire scuttles towards her, she stomps at one of the creatures hands hard with the heel of her boot and it hisses. The vampire scrambles upright and leaps onto Zatanna.

They fall to the ground Zatanna knocking the vampire hard in the gut with a fist knocking it off her instantly. She scrambles up a hand to the creature's throat. The vampire flails a bit suddenly dispensing hands full of little plastic vampire fangs.

“Really?” she says with a scoff regretting that not even a beat later when the vampire tosses them at her the fangs chomping violently and biting into her skin.

She flinches in pain, pulling back from the vampire. She clambers back using her magic to dispel the fangs from her skin wincing in pain a bit when each one unclamps. The vampire just watches giggling and hissing as she bumps back into the coffee table finally free of the multicolor plastic fangs.

She moves to knock the vampire back with her magic but changes her mind when her back presses against the cool wood of the coffee table. She flicks a hand cracking the table into two sending the bowl of candy flying the legs splintering off one by one.

She picks up the nearest one holding it tight. The vampire stops giggling and rushes for her the two of them landing in the pile of splintered wood. Between her pure skill and magic she gets the upper hand overtop the vampire slamming the stake hard down into where a heart would be if these things have any at all.

The vampire freezes slowly lifting a hand. She readies herself for more evil plastic fangs but all the creature does is drop the hand down on its chest. For a brief moment she thinks she’s finally killed one of these things but the moment doesn’t last long. The vampire reaches up lightning fast scratching at her with sharp little nails.

“These things definitely won’t die!” Zatanna says pulling the stake from the giggling vampire's chest batting its sharp hands away with magic.

“I’m gathering that!” John shouts back, knocking Casper over the head for the umpteenth time. The ghost still won’t go down even if they stumble a bit from time to time.

The vampire hits Zatanna in the stomach gaining the upper hand, but she holds tight to the stake. She hits the vampire square in the chest again, nothing but a delighted hiss being given in response. The vampire pulls the stake from their own chest twirling it in hand toying with her now that they have the advantage when it happens.

The room nearly freezes.

The vampire drops the stake raising a hand to wave over Casper. Casper stops their next rush at John mid wind-up and goes just a little wobbly over the back of the couch grabbing the vampire’s hand. John follows them stopping at Zatanna’s side helping her up off the ground.

“Trick ‘r treat, you’re dead meat,” they start singing their voices joined by more when thumping feet run into the room.

John and Zatanna turn to find the devil, Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny all giggling away bits of rope and chain hanging over their shoulders.

“Fuck,” she says hands ready to blast them with magic. John turns back facing the other two who still sing their little song.

The trio join the other two in song and rush at Zatanna swiping her feet out from underneath her before she can get out a single backwards word.

She lands on the floor with an oof turning just in time to see them swipe John’s feet out from under him as well. He lands on his tailbone and winces. Zatanna does the same knowing that land just tweaked at least three old injuries. Zatanna turns still seated on the floor watching as the evil quintet all join hands starting their song over again.

“Trick ‘r treat, you’re dead meat,” they sing their heads moving side to side. “Give me something good to eat!” they continue. Casper’s head reforms a bit of gooey brain sloughing off their shoulders. The hole in the vampire’s chest reforms their smock stained with that same goo that covers the whole first floor now. “If you don’t you’ll be dead. I’ll cut off your boyfriend’s head!” they finish giggling as they all rush out the door one by one still hand in hand, Zatanna’s magical barrier shimmering and dissipating around them.

“They just broke through my protection spell like it was nothing,” Zatanna says with a huff mouth hanging slightly agape as they wind through the front yard, zig zagging just for the hell of it.

“Uh, huh,” John says with a nod watching as the wispy smocks flitter in the wind before the little creatures disappear shimmering away just as the distant church bells ring for midnight signaling Halloween’s end. The sickly sweet watermelon and blood smell lessens with their departure but still lingers as the culprit of the scent covers nearly every surface nearby.

“Why wait till now? They could have been all over the house this whole time,” she wonders reaching down to unzip her heeled boots one at a time.

“Beats me,” John says untying the orange ascot from around his neck. “Thrill of the game i guess.”

Zatanna lets out a tired sigh flicking her hand to shut the door locking it tightly once again.

“What the actual fuck was all that?” she says finally taking her eyes off the door, wiping at the watermelon blood goo on her face.

John just shrugs flicking what he thinks might be brain matter off of his shoulder. “A standard Halloween for the Constantine-Zatara’s at this point.”

Zatanna just groans falling fully back onto the floor legs akimbo wishing for just one normal Halloween.

“I just wanted to hand out candy and have fun, somewhat cartoon crush inspired sex,” she sighs closing her eyes.

“Well we did the first two things and there’s still time for that last bit,” he says brushing his fingers lightly against her arm.

She sighs, “But all this mess.”

“This?” John scoffs. “A handwave and a couple words and this is gone.”

She smiles her eyes still closed. She raises a hand with a quiet backwards spell for cleaning leaving her lips. She feels the wave of magic clean up her, John and the house in a gentle wave. The watermelon blood smell finally gone though she knows she won’t be forgetting it any time soon.

“See,” he says and Zatanna can hear his smirk.

“Shouldn’t we figure out what those things were?” she says peeking one eye open.

John shrugs, “Only if they come back.”

Zatanna closes her open eye again contemplating for a moment. He has a point. “Well, you took off your ascot,” she says with a smile, opting to forget the seasonal creatures for now. She’ll bug Rory about it in a few days.

She hears a shuffle of fabric and then feels as John moves over her nudging her legs open to make room for him. She does, smiling when she feels the end of the ascot retied at his neck brush her skin. She opens her eyes looking up at him no longer bloodied but hair still disheveled. The Halloween lights are all back on again. The tv flickering in the corner Lisa Frankenstein now playing on it.

“The ascot stays on,” she emphasizes eyes locking with his.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles leaning down for their lips to meet just as Strange by Galaxy500 plays loudly from the TV.

#my fic #johnzee #john constantine #zatanna zatara #guess who's back back again #keeping up the annual tradition 💀🎃

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softsky-daily · 2 months ago

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4/24/2024

Something wild and free in the breeze.

Positive thing: I had a good coffee hangout for my last ever class, and also had a productive time at the library.

I had this delicious Thai basil matcha at the coffee shop we met at, as well as an almond croissant (which was good but like, regular good).

It was so nice to reflect with some of my other classmates and with my professor too. He taught one of the first classes I ever had in my program, so it felt poetic to also have him for my last. He had such a genuine kindness in his eyes when he told us how proud of us he was for graduating, and how we are what makes his job fulfilling, and that he believed in us to keep doing good work. I got to share about how my clients taught me that the client-counselor relationship isn't so one-sided, and how I learned to have fun and actually enjoy the field again. He reminded us to always keep in tune with our emotions as we get deeper into our client work. When we felt sad, or happy, or empty. To take it slow so we don't burn out. To know there will always be more than one right answer. It was a really good conversation - a needed one, I would say too. I want to hold onto that memory.

When I went to the library, I saw this written on the empty desk I chose:

... which also feels very poetic. I think this is the universe trying to wrap up this era of my life in a pretty little bow.

I spent a bunch of time writing cards to give to my internship coworkers and clients that I'm going to drop off tomorrow. Then I'll hope and pray that my graduation portfolio is accepted without issue. And then... I'll be done.

Life is so weird.

Anyway, there's also been a bunch of developments at the house. Or, rather, one big development. We asked our roommate to consider leaving about 2 days ago. I don't think we asked impolitely, or even forcefully, but I would understand him not taking it well. Even so, he's been acting very... odd... about it. I don't really know how else to put it. For one thing, he hasn't answered. The other thing is, the second he sees us, he's taken to running (literally, running) outside and zooming away in his car to who-knows-where, and then coming back, and then freaking out when we're around. Apparently today while I was at the library he saw our other roommate in the kitchen, ran outside, zoomed away again, came back soon after, tried to go back inside the house, noticed she was still in the kitchen, then went back outside, and then eventually later came back inside when he thought she was gone... it sounded like some kind of Scooby Doo bit. I really don't know what to make of it. But he's gonna have to answer at some point so, whatever I guess.

Oh yeah, and I emailed about a potential counseling position. Hopefully that goes well. It's gonna be really weird to be out of school, but maybe it'll be a good thing. At the very least, I'll be getting paid.

#thoughtposting #skyposting #foodposting

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oliverreedmasterass · 2 years ago

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Can you write like an aftermath of them playing MSG and just reeling from how amazing it was. And that they got to play their dream venue.

ADDISONNNNN this one got me emotional, damn! But here ya go!

Ready for the Garden

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: language, just a lot of emotions

The last notes of “Farewell For Now” surged from Jake’s guitar and, after basking in the feedback for long enough, his hands fell limply to his sides. Out of breath and plastered in sweat, he gazed out at the packed stadium in front of him. Madison Square Garden. Fucking Madison Square Garden. The crowd roared with cheers, many people holding hearts up to him from the pit. The past two hours felt surreal, like Jake had just blacked out and, at the last second, regained consciousness. He continued to stand on his side of the stage as Josh, Sam, and Danny prepared to make their grand exit, and stared down at the Gibson SG that hung from his shoulder, looking spent.

Jake first touched a guitar when he barely knew how to walk. Kelly was always getting scolded by Karen for leaving his musical instruments laying around the house, but he protested in the years to come that it was the best decision he had ever made. While Josh was busy with his wooden blocks and playing in their large backyard, Jake frequently found himself kneeling in front of his dad’s acoustic guitar, flicking the strings with his small hands. The twangy sound of the guitar vibrating always brought a joyful grin to Jake’s face, and he basked in the excitement of making special noise that he could control. As Jake grew older, he learned that he could place his fingers on the frets to make new sounds and, eventually, he graduated to holding the guitar upright in his lap, of course when Kelly gave him the greenlight.

Jake looked up from his guitar and returned his gaze back to the crowd. The people seemed to extend on forever, nearly reaching the rafters. Hanging off in the distance were the banners commemorating iconic performances over the years: Billy Joel, Harry Styles, and Phish, for some reason. Jake wondered if his band’s name would ever be up there one day. It didn’t need to be, he was living out his dream just stepping foot in the place, but he could still dream. He looked back down at his black boots and blew out an astonished breath. He was on the stage of one of the most famous arenas of all time. The history that was packed into the place was hardly fathomable.

Jake sat in front of the TV with the remote in his hand, trying to figure out which concert video he wanted to watch for the evening. His parents had an impressive collection of performances on VHS for him and his siblings to choose from, setting his family apart from all his friends who typically watched Disney classics and Scooby Doo cartoons. As Jake turned the remote in his hands, he realized that it was silly of him to be dwelling so much. There was one concert that he never grew tired of, no matter how many times he watched it.

“You’re watching The Song Remains the Same again?” Sam called to him from the kitchen as Jake hit “play” on the remote. “Didn’t you watch that last week?”

“It’s the way their music fills the stadium,” Jake tried to explain to Sam in words that he would understand. “It’s like magic. I want to play there one day and experience it for myself.”

“That would be neat,” Sam breathed out. Jake smiled that he and his younger brother were both on the same page, and patted the seat next to him. Sam bound over with a bowl of popcorn for them to share so they could witness the magic on screen.

He spent so many years dreaming of headlining a show at Madison Square Garden, and now it had finally happened. Jake was in the likes of The Who, The Rolling Stones, George Harrison, just about every legendary performer ever known to lead the charts over the years. Jake suddenly felt lonely in his spot on the stage, and remembered that he couldn’t stand out there forever, as much as he wanted to. He turned away from the crowd and, the second he could no longer see his dream in front of him, a sense of finality hit. Tears started to form in Jake’s eyes as he jogged up the steps to the main platform where Josh was waiting for him. The concert had come and gone faster than the blink of an eye. Jake yearned to play one more song but, at the same time, he was so overwhelmed with emotions, he just wanted to flop into a heap on the floor in their green room. Josh rushed to his side the second he noticed a tear splatter onto his jacket collar and laid a warm hand on his shoulder.

Jake still had no idea how he had managed to convince Josh to join his band. Granted, Josh did have an impressive set of pipes on him and he wasn’t shy to use them in his theater performances, but rock n’ roll had always been Jake’s thing. Following one of their long and arduous practice sessions after school, Josh stood over Jake as he carefully packed his guitar back into its case.

“Did you hear about that Eric Clapton contest?” Josh asked. Jake looked back at Josh and arched an eyebrow. Anything about any member of Cream immediately had his attention. “The winner gets to play on stage with him. You just have to submit audio of yourself playing and encourage people to vote for you. And, get this, it’s at Madison Square Garden.”

Jake was on his feet now. Everything Josh had just mapped out sounded like a goddamn dream, but the last part about playing on stage at Madison Square Garden made it seem too good to be true. Jake would give anything to show off his chops in front of a flabbergasted crowd, shredding like his life depended on it. Jake pictured himself, just 17 years old, on stage at the Garden. Butterflies flocked to his stomach and he reached for his guitar to get to recording. Josh was tickled by his immediate action, and headed for his room.

“I’ll write a tweet about this on the band account,” he said over his shoulder with a laugh.

“Are you okay?” Josh whispered into Jake’s ear. More tears were dropping from his eyes, but he didn’t want to wipe them away because it would be a dead giveaway to the crowd that he was up on stage, bawling like a child. The grin he gave Josh in return was much more accurate to how he was really feeling, and Josh seemed to take comfort in his response. “We did it,” he whispered to Jake, wrapping his arm around him. “We actually did it.”

“What the fuck,” was all Jake could choke out.

Sam joined them, his face bright and filled with delight.

“That was something else, wasn’t it?” he called over the sound of the crowd.

“You could say that,” Josh chuckled at his younger brother.

“I don’t remember the last time I was that terrified to play in front of a crowd,” Sam continued.

“I’m fucking terrified to go out there,” Sam squeaked as he peered out the curtain at the half-filled Fischer Hall.

“Sam, language!” Josh scolded him. “You’re, like, 13, you shouldn’t be talking like that.”

“I’m old enough to drop f bombs!” Sam protested. “Jake was saying all kinds of shit when he was my age!”

“That is true,” Jake pointed out.

Danny nodded knowingly. “I learned most of what I know from you.”

“How many people are out there, like a thousand?” Sam continued to worry from the wing of the small stage. Danny stood on his toes to look over Sam and then shook his head.

“I’d say twenty. Tops.”

“Can we postpone this? I think I have a stomach ache,” Sam tried.

“No,” Jake, Josh, and Danny were all fast to reply.

Jake wouldn’t admit it, but he was feeling just as nervous as Sam, if not more. It was their first actual gig at an actual place where playing music was at least semi-acceptable. This was no garage, backyard, or sidewalk show. This was the start of their career, and Jake could feel the weight on his shoulders. He and Josh were set to head to college in the fall, but Jake secretly hoped deep down that his band would do the unthinkable and take off. It was the one thing Jake had that felt right; school was always secondary in his life to music, so it seemed like the wrong thing to pursue. This concert was their chance to showcase their talent, get the recognition they deserved, and finally be put on the map.

“We’re gonna be fine,” Josh assured Sam.

Jake nervously wrung his hands, took in a deep breath, released, and then stepped out into the lights.

With his brothers by his side, Jake carefully made his way down the steps off the stage after giving a grand bow, and let the floodgates open the second he was out of the public eye. A few roadies looked at him with concern, but Danny, who Jake had lost on stage when he was caught in his head, hurried to him and smothered him in a massive hug.

“Jake!” he called out. “Your dream came true!”

Jake could only manage to make short hyperventilating noises as the drummer continued to smother him in his big, sweaty arms. His dream really did come true. Memories of the evening flashed through his mind, from his knotted stomach seconds before the curtain fell, to playing “Highway Tune” and musing at how far they had come, to hearing people begging for more leading up to their encore, to the stadium filling with a stunning glow of colors during “Light My Love.” It felt like something out of a fairytale. Jake leaned in deeper to Danny’s hug and, within seconds, Josh and Sam had joined the embrace so they could all revel in the moment.

Jake felt the smother of his brothers and shook his head in awe. Nine years ago, they formed Greta Van Fleet, now they were at the Garden. Their hard work had paid off. All of the things they had missed out on or given up to chase their dreams stung a little less. They had made it. They had actually made it.

Jake surprised himself when he was the first to break free from the group hug.

“Where do we go from here?” he found himself asking. They all looked around at each other in giddy eagerness.

“Pompeii,” Sam decided. “Like Pink Floyd.”

“I think a rooftop performance would be pretty cool,” Danny offered.

“You’re all thinking too small,” Josh waved them off. “I say we aim for the moon.”

That got everyone laughing.

“What do you think, Jakey?” Sam looked across at his older brother.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” Jake shrugged with a twinkle in his eye. “As long as I’m with you guys.”

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fic #gvf fanfic #gvf fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fic #fic request #starcatcher #madison square garden #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner

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juicebox-junkie · 1 year ago

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 years ago

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Building off your pitch for a Scooby-Doo origin.

Daphne at a stuffy high society gala meets Shaggy, he doesn't give a last name and he's dressed terribly. Daphne already wants to be best friends with him. Shaggy is just glad she isn't put off by his lack of social awareness. Ghost attacks and causes chaos, Shaggy is terrified and Daphne is just excited that something cool is happening for once. They want to investigate but lack resources so they go into town to look for help. They meet paranormal expert Velma who wants to investigate to try and prove ghosts are real and trap maker Fred. He just likes traps, Daphne is sold on the new additions. Shaggy refuses to go unless he brings his dog, Daphne let's Scooby-Doo come with. They sneak in, clues are found, and eventually catch the ghost. The ghost is actually a guest who wanted to steal the *generic value object* from the ballroom or something. The mystery gang is formed, paint the van, and ride off into the sunset.

Also if Daphne and Shaggy are rich kids it would be hilarious if Shaggy was actually in a higher social tier than Daphne. Like the Blakes are millionaires but the Rogers are billionaires.

Oh so like.

I think it depends on the continuity because it shifts a little but the Vibes for me in most continuities are Old Money vs New Money

So like Shaggy's family has had money for generations, as implied by that Boo Brothers thing I mentioned where the inherited estate is a southern plantation. Yes I am aware of the implications there and so is Shaggy and he does not like that at all which is one reason he avoids the family money as much as he can.

Daphne on the other hand always seems to have some rich businessman for a father, so it vibes more that he made his own money rather than inherited it. Occasionally continuity will imply older money like in the Loch Ness Monster movie there's a family castle back in Scotland, but it's like. Not always a thing.

And while to /us/ it doesn't really matter they're both rich, to rich people there's a Difference™ and it causes Drama™.

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twistedtummies2 · 1 year ago

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Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes - Number 5

Welcome to A Gathering of the Greatest Gumshoes! During this month-long event, I’ve been counting down my Top 31 Favorite Fictional Detectives, from movies, television, literature, video games, and more!

We've now reached the Top 5!

SLEUTH-OF-THE-DAY’S QUOTE: “Let’s vote on it: mystery, or pizza pie?”

Number 5 is…Scooby-Doo and the Mystery Inc. Gang.

When it comes to cartoon and comedy detectives, few have lasted as long, or been as prominent in the popular consciousness, as Scooby and his human friends: Fred Jones, Daphne Blake, Velma Dinkley, and perhaps especially Shaggy Rogers. While the Scooby-Doo franchise has gone through many evolutions and changes over the years, the show initially started out as a children’s detective series, with a spooky motif. In “Scooby-Doo, Where Are You?” the gang made up Mystery Inc. – a team of teenaged detectives who rode around in their hippy-style “Mystery Machine” van, and made a hobby out of solving any strange case that came their way. Typically, these cases worked the same way: the gang would find themselves in some strange place, where seemingly supernatural happenings were going down. Witches, ghosts, zombies, vampires, hairy monsters…you name it, they saw it.

Inevitably, of course, these creepy cretins were eventually revealed to be nothing more than common crooks: usually thieving rascals or counterfeiters, who used their haunting hijinks as a way of scaring off potential rivals and avoiding unwanted attention to their TRUE activities. After many a slapstick showdown, the villains would be unmasked, and the methods they used to make the seemingly paranormal activity occur would be revealed: “And they would have gotten away with it, too! If it hadn’t been for those meddling kids and their dog!” While there was a lot of comedy involved, given the cartoon medium – mostly coming from the cowardly (and constantly hungry) antics of Shaggy and Scooby – the characters of Mystery Inc. did ultimately always win, and managed to figure out things based on the clues they spotted throughout the story. So while there was tons of humor and cartoonish goofery, it also did make for some genuinely fun detective work, especially for a largely child-oriented medium.

As time went on, the series began to veer more and more into involving ACTUAL supernatural happenings: series like “Scooby and Scrappy-Doo” and “The 13 Ghosts of Scooby-Doo” weren’t so much about detective work, so much as they were just Shaggy, Scooby, and some other characters dealing with actual ghouls and goblins. If this had been the status quo for the rest of time, I don’t think the Mystery Inc. team would have made the cut. They might have been Honorable Mentions, but nothing more. However, once again, things changed over time; people seemed to want the classic mystery format back, but they also liked seeing the gang deal with real specters on occasion.

I think the first product to really set what has now become the status quo for Scooby-Doo was “Scooby-Doo and the Witch’s Ghost”: that film first had the gang take down a phony phantom, before – in a major plot twist – having to deal with real evil spirits and an actual warlock. Nowadays, that seems to be the typical setup for Scooby-Doo: mixing both real superhuman weirdness with the classic spooky, child-friendly Whodunnit gimmick. And yes, before anyone calls me out, I know that “Zombie Island” came first, and it is awesome. HOWEVER, that one was ALL ABOUT them fighting ACTUAL MONSTERS, so I don’t really think it counts: Scooby-Doo today tends to mix a bit of both together in a lot of their finest outings, and while the cartoon comedy has never been abandoned, it has gone into some serious territory on occasion, as well.

The series has developed the characters more and more over time, and seen them them team-up with various guest detectives and celebrities (such as Batman and the Harlem Globetrotters), and has been reimagined into all sorts of media beyond cartoons, including (mostly bad) theatrical films, video games, and numerous direct-to-video or TV features. It’s been updated and reinvented with new art styles on multiple occasions. But no matter what new voices, faces, or cases the team takes on, these four young crime-busters and their canine companion haven’t finished their drive in the Mystery Machine yet, and it’s safe to say a lot more hilarious hauntings are due in the future.

“Scooby-Dooby-Doo!”

We're nearing the end, people. Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 4!

CLUE: “The Weed of Crime Bears Bitter Fruit."

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mrhyde-mrseek · 9 months ago

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General "about" stuff

COMMISSIONS

First of all, hi! You can call me Nikki, Nik, Mr. Hyde, Hyde 'n' Seek, I don’t really care. My pronouns are they/them. I’m 18+, so if that makes you uncomfortable that’s 100% okay and you don’t have to follow, but I try to keep my posts PG-13 at most.

Please keep in mind general DNI stuff (homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.)

This blog is pretty much a smorgasbord of hyperfixations, but the main things you'll see here are:

Gothic/classic lit

Journey to the West

Paganism

Hyacinth: A Greek Tragedy

Various writing projects

Drawings

Mythology

Other interests that I occasionally post about include:

Good Omens (I don’t support Neil Gaiman!!!)

Scooby-Doo

Random queer shit

Gravity Falls

Cryptidcore/spooky stuff

Moomin

The Glass Scientists

Doctor Who

TMNT (2012 mostly)

Science Most Sinister

I’ve got an ongoing gothic lit au that I’m writing here called Science Most Sinister, or SMS for short. It’s split into three volumes, with Volume I being completed, Volume II being a WIP, and Volume III not yet up. I don’t have a schedule, so updates kind of come whenever I have time to write them.

The books I Frankensteined together to create it are:

Sherlock Holmes

The Time Machine

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The Invisible Man

Frankenstein

Dracula

Masterpost

Other WIPs I talk about:

The Case Files of Clara Holmes - a gothic lit trilogy I plan on actually publishing one day. It follows Clara, the cousin of the famous assumed-to-be-dead Sherlock Holmes, and her adventures with a society of misfits.

Red Sun - a JTTW story set in the 21st century about an immortal peach theft and the oblivious human reincarnation of Red Boy.

The Afterlife Chronicles - my oldest trilogy that I’m still working out the plot and lore of. For now, think of it as a cross between Dante’s Divine Comedy, dark fantasy, and the aesthetic of Halsey’s If I Can’t Have Love, I Want Power album. Currently on the back burner.

The Haunted and the Hollow - my oldest standalone that has gone through many, MANY revisions. It revolves around a summer camp for teenage and preteen witches and the mystery surrounding it. I also plan to publish this eventually. If you like Gravity Falls, gay people, cryptids, or Welcome to Night Vale, you’d probably like this. Also on the back burner.

Hyacinth: A Greek Tragedy

This is one of my pride and joys! It’s a musical I’m working on! Hyacinth: A Greek Tragedy, or simply Hyacinth, is a retelling of the myth of Apollo and Hyacinthus. I’ve been posting song lyrics as I write them.

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Paganism

I have been a practicing pagan since spring of 2024. It’s not the main focus of this blog, but I post about it fairly often. I’m also working on my tarot skills!

Deities I currently work with:

Athena 🦉

Hermes 🪽

Apollo ☀️

Dionysus 🍇

Persephone 🥀

Deities I currently worship:

Lilith 🕷️

Ares🛡️

Mars 🗡️

Aphrodite 🐚

Artemis 🌙

Hades 🪦

Hyacinthus🪻

(The order of these lists will likely shift around, as I will change who I’m working with based on the path my practice takes.)

Misc. interests

Other things I haven’t posted about yet (and if I have, I don’t remember) but may in the future include:

Various horror podcasts (TMA, Welcome to Night Vale, Malevolent)

The Owl House

Percy Jackson

Night at the Museum

The Amazing Digital Circus

Over the Garden Wall

Torchwood

I will always put content warnings at the beginning of a post if it contains something that may be triggering or upsetting!!!

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gaycavendish · 2 years ago

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Ok ok ONE more question abt Time Travelers Trio. Are Cavendish and Dakota still time Travelers as well at this point, or have they like retired or smth? Just curious as to what's up with them? :^D

finally going to answer this question! i have thought long and hard about it and come up with two answers: the short one and the deranged rambling one!

the short, less satisfying answer being: i think it could go either way! i really truly could see them either scrambling their way back into time traveling or finding jobs in the 21st century. Although.. i find the latter choice not quite as entertaining. So i prefer to think on the idea of them returning to time travel!

Now, The long answer:

(TLDR for it first: I think they may continue time traveling. Eventually Cavendish & Dakota start their own, rival to the time bureau, Time Traveling Agency. Whether the trio will be part of this agency is undecided but a probable yes.)

ok, so, theyre banned from time travel, full stop... But i mean, they know the guy who INVENTED it. its a silly solution, really & truly very goofy (although i think in line with the silliness of dwampyverse overall) but .. They could ask doof to make a rule that theyre allowed to continue time traveling. Total oversight by block to trap them in the century where doof invents time travel. Of course block wouldn't just Let this happen, or anything, but cartoon shenanigans ensue and im sure you can picture something sufficiently entertaining and set to the scooby-doo-door-chase song here.

The interest for me in this theory lies also in what dakota and cavendish would do up until the point where they return to time traveling! Trying to imagine them working regular jobs for like, a 10-15 year period.. i simply cannot.! The one ive found myself having the most fun thinking about is the idea of them helping out with the creation of the time machine, as well as coaching the trio on it a bit once they start testing doof's prototypes (although, theyre not the best people to ask for time traveling help i imagine HAHA). But in any case.. i also think they would change what they do with their time traveling quite a bit. I mean, neither of them WANT to do the pistachio stuff.. It's shown you can travel through time AND space, although they never leave the planet on screen (for pistachio purposes i would think). If they were in charge of their own missions, i quite think they would be doing much more exciting things! and. hopefully dying less...! CAVENDISH...

OK I SWEAR IM GOING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS. Because at this point i feel they are getting old and perhaps wishing to do something less dangerous.. Ok get ready for this.. This has been my favorite thing to think about today... What if they started their OWN time travel agency! A Ha! I might find this more exciting than other people, but nonetheless, i think its fitting. I mean, Block is a terrible boss. The bureau of time travel was never very kind to cav and dakota, and given that they have the resources (Doofenschmirtz! Love That Guy!) why not, right? plus, this gives the opportunity for some Secret Agency vs Secret Agency goodness. Which I always love. I only thought of this concept recently, but It's definitely my favorite of the bunch, so probably what I'll go with! Just left to decide whether the trio are part of this agency or not (probably yes).

#tttau #hi guys. feeling super normal #Can you tell ive been reading frankenstein with the commas in this... im sorry if so HLEP...#milo murphy's law #au #asks #Feel free to ask more questions!! I love to think about this au ^_^

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milesonthenet · 1 year ago

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Fusionfall: Cartoon Network's BIZARRE thought experiment!

Welcome back to the House of Milesverse, focused on some things comics, some things Transformers, and some things uh - other things.

Today we'll be talk about a special part of my childhood. I've always considered myself a CN kid more than any othr network. Nickelodeon just did not interest me, and i wasn't into Avatar or anything. But i did like Invader Zim. And my 'love' for Disney only came from the movies, and Kingdom Hearts.

But Cartoon Network? That was a different story. I loved Cartoon Network, and it was the network i watched the most. It just had a lot of fun stuff that kid-me was into.

Kid-Me loved Ben 10, and he really did enjoy Dexter's Laboratory. He'd sit down and watch Powerpuff Girls, or Cow & Chicken. He used to watch Scooby-Doo with his grandma. He even enjoyed early Adventure Time, Regular Show, and Steven Universe.

Total Drama, Johnny Test, The Secret Saturdays, Generator Rex, Teen Titans, Johnny Bravo. There was no limit to the amount of stuff that I'd watch. My entertainment wasn't just playing games or on the computer. It was sitting in front of the TV and seeing what I enjoyed.

But you know what Kid me loved that had - probably most of these things in them?

Well if you weren't clued in by the opening title, I'll show you;

This game got me into playing later MMO games like Elsword and DC Universe Online. It was familiar, it had all sorts of cartoon network characters in it. It remains a big point of my childhood because of it.

So today? Put on your nostalgia lenses. As House of MilesVerse presents it's own miniature REVIEW of;

CARTOON NETWORK UNIVERSE: FUSIONFALL

Making of Fusionfall

Fusionfall's story begins with Cartoon Network and one of their first 'big' forays into gaming. The game was published by Cartoon Network, with a business model planned out by Turner Entertainment. Its developers were Grigon Entertainment, a south korean studio chosen for their art style.

Speaking of? Fusionfall's art style is definitely interesting. It portrays the setting with more anime-esque styling. Characters still retained some of their cartoony looks, however, so while it was different, it still worked.

In the game however, it uh, was an interesting experiment.

Admittedly? Eddy isn't the weirdest looking one here. THAT award goes to;

That's Jake, as in Jake the Dog. He looks like that and is one of the only NPCs with no animations. He's just static, his eyes boring deep into your soul...

Jake knows what you did.

Anyways, Fusionfall is an MMORPG where you play as an avatar. You have some limited but still versatile customization options. Your character uses many weapons, including rifles, pistols, rockets, and melee weapons.

Original? Academy?

The game had two different versions, with one ultimately replacing the other. The original was available from 2009-2011 and gave you a simple story. Your character was a hero testing out a time machine, who wound up trapped in the future. You begin a quest to come back to the past, and eventually you return with the knowledge needed to create nanos.

Don't worry about that, we will get into that bit later.

After the birthday bash, the game's tutorial and introduction was overhauled. Newer characters were added - or at least new for when the game was out. For example? Finn, Jake, Generator Rex, and the Sym-Bionic Titan were all new additions, alongside Chowder, flapjack, and the Saturdays. In addition? Mordecai, Rigby, Gumball, and Darwin were all represented through Nanos.

This version of the game is Academy, which lasts from 2011-2013 when the game inevitably shut down its servers. Academy gives you two bonuses for your character: gliding and dodging. Your multidirectional dodge lets you move from front, back, or side to side.

The overhaul changed your origin story too. You train in the null void (it's a Ben 10 thing), and then Providence. Eventually after completing enough missions, you're sent off to get your guide, completing the tutorial.

Your Guides:

The game had four guides available to you at the start. The good thing about them is that you could change missions. You could swap from one guide to another, but you would start at the first level. If you chose to swap back, then you would be able to resume from your initial position.

These four guides are:

Ben Tennyson

Edd, aka 'Double D'

Dexter

And Mojo Jojo

The guides all have different missions too. Dexter wants to find out where the missing heroes from the world are. Ben Tennyson wants to make sure Lord Fuse (We'll get to that) doesn't get his hands on alien technology. These two are pretty simple.

Mojo Jojo wants to build an army of super-monkeys powered by Chemical X and fusion matter to defeat Lord Fuse. Naturally, the player foils his schemes each time - thanks to Mandy, and Dexter, - because he's evil.

Edd is... not what I would have expected, but he wants to stop Fuse from gaining buried candy and treasure maps. I'm surprised at his inclusion, especially compared to the others. But I think he also helps appeal to the comedic leanings of Cartoon Network.

What's the story?

Now we get to the FUN bit!

Fusionfall's story centers on a connected setting between the TV Series. The events of Powerpuff Girls, Dexter's Laboratory, Ben 10, and Ed, Edd n Eddy are all connected. All the characters know each other, and everything is united.

The main 'threat' of the series is Planet Fusion, a large gooey planet that's assimilated other worlds. This time it wants to assimilate Earth, breaking it down like it's done to many worlds. The various heroes of the Cartoon Network universe unite to stop Planet Fusion from taking their planet.

This isn't just an easy fight for the heroes, though. Planet Fusion creates dangerous monsters made out of fusion matter to terrorize the people. Worse, they've created evil doppelgangers of our favorite CN characters, named Fusions!

It's a big war between two sides, and your character's caught in the middle. As mentioned above, your character is accidentally sent to the future. He returns to the past with the nano blueprints, so that the resistance may have a fighting chance against Fuse.

Now? It's you, the legendary hero, helping take down Fuse's forces across the world. You lose, Fuse.

The Fusions, and the Nanos

This has been stated above, but it would be easier to hop through it again. The Fusions are evil doppelgangers of your favorite Cartoon Network characters. They may look similar, but they are not nice, and exist to help Planet Fusion move his goals along.

Fusions are always found in fusion lairs, which are in infected zones. Infected Zones are the areas most communicated with fusion matter. There are many infected zones, and they all require you talk to a Dexbot to get in.

In these infected zones, you will usually find more than one fusion lair. This is where the Fusions lurk - are you tired of hearing the word 'fusion'? Don't be, we've got a long way to go. Entering the fusion lair usually requires you fight your way through a horde of monsters, and then the fusion itself.

When the fusion finally dies, you get a nano, made from a personal item of the character, fusion matter, and your own imagination energy. This is just the story reason though, the video game reason is just "kill this fusion, and get a nano". It's adorable, by the way.

Nanos have special abilities, which come in a set of three. With a nano you can get bonus fusion matter from missions, have extra money, make monsters fall asleep, sneak past monsters, and more. You only get to pick one ability, but don't fret, you can change it later.

I always look back and think the Nanos are a refreshing gimmick. Imagine being able to carry a chibi-fied version of Mojo Jojo around. They come with their own voice lines too, with higher-pitched voices.

The base game had around 36 nanos which you gained for each level. Academy added a few notable bonuses, with nanos themed off of more-recent CN characters. In addition, you could use a code to gain access to a nano.

The inevitable shutdown (and potential successors):

August 29, 2013, saw Fusionfall close its servers and shut down. I didn't understand it at the time, but I moved on. It was a sad moment for many fans who had gotten attached to the game series.

Other successors have tried to follow the game series. Fusionfall Retro was released as a revival of the original game before the Academy relaunch. Fusionfall Legacy was going to be released as an upscaled version of the original game with additiona l content.

Both games were struck down by a DMCA issued by Cartoon Network. Retro was removed entirely, and Legacy was canceled before release. Retro is playable through 'Retrobution', a modified spin on Retro.

In addition, both the original and academy games are playable after years of being 'gone'. This is through OpenFusion, an unofficial server that preserves both original iterations of the game. Retrobution is also made using this server.

Conclusion:

Fusionfall was a big part of my childhood, especially as a CN Kid. I'm glad i got to make those memories while playing it. However, I never got to beat the original game because i stopped playing.

Things are different now, and after playing on Openfusion, I managed to beat all 36 levels. I was happy to finally see that through. If I could time travel, I'd go back, and fist-bump my younger self. We finally did it, and we saw it through to the end.

Fusionfall was a cute idea, and the strength of its concept alone could prove useful. However, I don't think it could find an audience in today's market. Outside of old fans, I'm not sure if 'new' kids are as attached to cartoon network as the past few generations were.

Regardless? It could be cool to imagine what it would be like now. Better game engines combined with better controls. Newer cartoon network series like Steven Universe, We Bare Bears, or Craig of The Creek. You could even throw in some oddballs, like Scooby-Doo.

I sure hope you all had fun reading this one. I'll be back later on with another dig. Maybe I can show you guys why I love the Cybertron Transformers games so much. After all, they are also a part of my childhood!

The time is now. The hero is you.

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