#I kinda want to name him Gerald for some reason

[k1rbyl0v3r]

today was weird, class was weird and in the last period my teacher pulled out the ikea alien, no idea were she pulled it out of, so now we just have an alien on our class couch...ngl its looks cute its just sitting on the couch with the bee plushies and pillows (my teacher loves bees...everything in the class is bee themed for some reason)

[no-thoughts-just-the-clouds]

My ranking of Nightmare Time episodes (and illegible ramblings about each bc im not normal about this)

1. Honey Queen- Nibbly and Wiggly fighting over Linda; IM THE LATTE HOTTIE WITH ALL THE CLOUT 🗣️🗣️🗣️; Paul randomly showing up is so funny though; roman sleep with one eye open i am coming for you, you leave our queen Linda alone; all of Linda's kids are named after bodies of water Brooke is her daughter head cannon is growing; villain couples wish they are Gerald and Linda; ah yes these four prepubescent boys *proceeds to show four grown men, two of which has facial hair*

2. Yellow Jacket- made me cry, comedy my butt; Sophia and Daniel they can never make me hate you; i will die for you Hannah; Lex is so me coded (i am an older sister and i have issues); Charles talking about Otho: "even the babies are the most dangerous animals so i built this self destruct device to keep him secure so there's no possible— *otho proceeds to escape* —oh my go-"; Joey as Ethan is kinda 👀, i am looking respectfully sir

3. Time Bastard- KEEP KEEP RUNNING AWAY YOOOOUUUU BASTARD TIME BASTARDDDDDDD 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥; Kim's voice>>>>>>; Tinky really said i will find you in every universe but in the worse way possible; imagine that the reason why pete considers steph the most important person in his life is because the other person he loves the most, his brother ted, is missing and even considered dead, leaving steph as the only person he cares for that is still alive; tinky symbolizes the cycling hell that Ted is stuck in, the labyrinth like halls of his office job alongside his inability to connect with any woman he meets, or just any person in general, aaaandd post

4. Abstinence Camp- VIRGINITY ROCKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥DON'T TOSS IT AWAY NEVER TOUCH ANYONE ANYONE NOT EVEN YOUR BABE, that was the best song in the entire series i am not accepting criticism; HE'S GOT THE STEPS THAT CRUMBLE HE'S GOT THE MIND OF A PSYCHO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️, second best song in the show; i am fully convinced grace is the most powerful character besides the LiB in the hatchetverse, with becky being the second because she did defeat her in pitstop; Steph calm down girly 💀; Boy Jerry is one of those news reporters in hatchet town?????; im on lumber axe's side, i too would be very irritated if some horny teenagers decides to do the do in my own home

5. Killer Track- "oh right, he was watching the fireworks" SCREAMING WAILING SOBBING AND THROWING UP; Miss holloway deserves happiness; the upcoming holloduke break up episode is going to destroy me i just know it; Bryce's character designs>>>>>>>; if the LiB always asks for what the summoner treasures the most, then that means all miss holloway ever wanted was to be remembered; is the killer track connected to pokotho!????

6. Perky's Buds- i love you ziggy; ah yes nightmare time, the series of all time; farmer gives bird magical weed and ends up becoming a slave to the nest of nighthawks; the birds throwing up food down their throats vs the entirety of hey melissa, which is more disgusting?; Ezekiel is my favorite Joey character; emma finally gets her dream of a pot farm and it all immediately went up in flames (literally)

7. Watcher World- TRIP TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK GONE WRONG (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT); don't worry alice go on and join us at the "i have parental issues" club; poor snigglet; "Jeff are you drunk again" there goes the fourth wall; kudos to mariah that panic attack scene is well acted and accurate; im kinda shocked that sylvia isn't someone bill made up to spite his ex but alright; the final part of the fight scene between bill and alice will never leave my mind thank you; That one guy shouting out all of bill's insecurities while playing the high striker, like my man james and corey you outdid yourselves

8. Daddy- i did not expect the sherman young lore but alright; sheila young kinda 👀, am looking respectfully ma'am; sheila young please just one chance 🙏; MAN IN A HURRY NAME DROP LETSSSS GOOOO BARRY SWIFT; out of all of the deaths in NT frank's dog is the saddest, change my mind; behind every dirtbag (frank) in hatchetfield is an even bigger dirtbag (sheila & sherman)

9. Forever and Always- Paul 23 & Emmdroid my beloved; THE CONNECTION OF THIS EPISODE WITH TIME BASTARD THOUGH!???? LIKE STARKID YOU ATE; behind every girlboss (Emmdroid) is a malewife (Paul 23); RIP to the real paul and emma but these two clones deserve their weird, happy relationship

10. Hatchetfield Ape Man- "welcome to america, you tea taxing son of a b****"; correct me if I'm wrong but from what i remember none of the events that happened in this episode are connected to the lords in black, all of this was just produced from professor hidgens being unhinged; anything for working boys; "iT's ObViOuSlY a NaKeD mAn" 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️; WHAT IS UP WITH TED AND HENRY COMMITING WAR CRIMES TOGETHER AND ENDS WITH HENRY KILLING TED!???

11. Jane's a Car- G O T M Y F O O T O N T H E G A S; the way my jaw dropped when i found out tom and jafar have the same actor; that ending though; oh wow lore on emma's sister how cool, and then THAT scene happens; Becky barnes you beautiful gorgeous intelligent kind-hearted lady, i need to know the story behind the whole "climbing a tree" thing; the audio playing in the radio when the car crashed being connected to the LiB? These eldritch beings literally looked at these small town jerks and went- "ah yes, these are my favorite humans"

12. The Witch in the Web- MISS HOLLOWAY INTRODUCTION LET'S GOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️; i wish a very horrible evening to pamela foster; WILEY!?????? THE DAGGER ALSO SHOWING UP IN THE PITSTOP LIVESTREAM!??? I NEED MORE LORE ABOUT THAT DAGGER; Hannah's actress put her entire soul into the acting, goodness gracious.

[semi-sketchy]

Okay I 100% legally watched Sonic 3.

6/10, overhyped.

I think I enjoyed the second movie more actually, but let me walk through this.

As a brief summary, basically Gerald was imprisoned for 50 years and designed the Eclipse Cannon (it's just a flying saucer laser) in return for his freedom. GUN built it, but it needs two keys to activate. So it's kinda a race to see who can get both keys and either destroy the world or save it. Gerald was also the one who hacked into the system and disabled Shadow's stasis as well as stole Eggman's tech to lure him to the research facility for a team-up. That's the basis of the plot.

Firstly, the beginning is...a million miles a minute. I thought the trailers were hypercut, but no the scenes really are just that fast. (At least until we get to Carrey. Animating hedgehogs is too expensive.) Sonic's having a party, GUN shows up like "we need Team Sonic" and Sonic is literally just like "I like the name, let's go!" that's it. No briefing, no convincing from the organization that tased and captured him, just go.

I did find the little "What did you do, Sonic?" "I don't know, I do a lot of things" line to be funny, though.

Also before they jump out of the chopper, Sonic does the "talk about low budget flights" but it is...so forced. Like the entire idea behind that line in SA2 is Sonic is being a cheeky bastard because they captured him, here he just randomly says it for no reason.

NOW THE ACTUAL BEST PART OF THE MOVIE, Shadow and Maria. God they were SO CUTE. Like this is the stuff I wanted out of Dark Beginnings. Maria on roller skates while Shadow pulls her around the base, just getting into kid mischief, watching movies, slipping keycards to go sit out and watch the stars... Oh my god AND THE BUNNY FACE SHE DRAWS ON HIS TUBE. These scenes? 10/10.

Actually, when Commander Walters finally briefs Sonic, the way it was edited really made me think "oh shit did...did Shadow accidentally kill Maria in this movie?" that's obviously not what happened, but I was interested to see what angle they took.

Oh yeah and Maria didn't get shot. She died from an explosion CAUSED by a gunshot. The solider was trying to shoot her though, just Walters knocked the gun because "that's a child!" So there's that. (Not allowed to hate the GUN commander here, after all, he's on Sonic's side! He can't be for child murder!)

It was also...not as dramatic as I thought it would be. It's like 30 seconds. Gerald runs up, says "We have to go, they wanna take Shadow from us!" Then 10 seconds later, boom. I'm not paraphrasing, by the way.

Oh yeah, I guess I should mention Gerald. He's 110 and still alive. I was not opposed to this, I like to think I'm receptive to changes in AUs and I was curious what they could do with Gerald actively manipulating Shadow. Here's what they do: Jim Carrey. It's just double the Jim Carrey shenanigans and yes, it is tiring. Shadow has a moment like "I don't know if this is what Maria would have wanted..." and Gerald just goes "it's not about what she wanted, it's about what they deserve" and that's...basically it. YOU COULD'VE DONE MORE WITH THIS, BRO.

On top of that, Shadow was not created: he was found inside a meteor that looks A LOT like the Black Comet. Considering this is meant to be modern day Earth and not a huge fictional universe like the games where there's advanced space stations and such in the 50s (oh yeah the ARK ain't real here) I'm fine with this. Keeps his alien origins while aligning to the movie universe.

And I was kinda surprised but I THINK there's a reference to the fandub?? Sonic calls Shadow "Hot Topic" nooo my secret!!! so that was interesting. Could also just be some of their famous product placement, but this movie is also less...commercial than the others. No Olive Garden mentioned. Guess they used all the ad space on Knuckles.

Anyways, while getting the second key, Shadow punches Tom because he has the key and is currently disguised as Commander Walters, the one who sealed Shadow away. This is important, this is like the basis for the entire end of the movie because apparently one punch to the chest is enough to knock Tom out and put him in the hospital.

Now Sonic ALSO wants revenge, so he gets the Master Emerald to go super and...I just gotta point out, Knuckles left it with Wade. The way EVERYONE IN THE THEATER GROANED WHEN WADE POPPED UP ON SCREEN it was beautiful. Nice to know we all hate the Knuckles show.

This all leads to Shadow's reform which was...ech? After Sonic is like "no I won't kill you, that's not who I am, revenge doesn't make things better" Shadow is like "I didn't have a choice in who I became" and Sonic says "you always have a choice", Live and Learn plays and they go to stop the cannon firing on Earth. It felt so...shallow for a character like Shadow. Nothing about how Maria loved the world, so he should protect the world to honor her memory, it's just "revenge is bad". I guess it's to be more relatable to Sonic because they lean more into them being two sides of the same coin, but it's just so rushed and hollow.

Meanwhile Eggman kills his grandfather in a really drawn out unfunny sequence because he wants to rule the world, not destroy it, but the canon is already set to fire so they instead turn it away from the Earth while Super Sonic and Shadow block the ray. (The moon getting hit is an accident.)

Also you have no idea how much I wanted them to show Sonic trying to save Shadow, but only getting his inhibitor ring, THOUGH SONIC IS THE ONE WHOSE SUPER FORM FAILS. In this universe, I guess it makes sense because Sonic isn't the absolute powerhouse his game version is. But does Shadow show his growth and try to save him? No, it takes Tails and Knuckles awhile to address that.

Anyways, the reactor is unstable so Eggman tries to buy time while Shadow pushes the weapon away from Earth and then it blows up, killing both of them. ...Well Shadow shows up in the post-credits alive so I guess just Eggman is dead...maybe. Because the other scene shows a shit ton of Metal Sonics a la Shadow Android and Amy shows up to save him as the 4th teaser.

Overall, my issue isn't that it changed SA2's story, I wanted something different because I literally have SA2 at home. It's just these changes have all their potential completely squandered in favor of a lot and I mean a LOT of Jim Carrey nonsense. He's like half this movie.

With the writing quality of these films, I shouldn't be surprised, but I really thought after the second movie, they were on a good track. After seeing everyone else love it, it's kinda disappointing to find it rather mid.

Oh yeah and nothing from the bowling tournament teaser line in the Knuckles series, either. After making us sit through that hell, I WANTED to see Shadow bowl. We truly were robbed.

[maddhatterreviews]

Amy Rose will be in Sonic 3, but not the way you think

Something people have been clamoring about Sonic the Hedgehog 3 is weather or not Amy will make her cinematic debut. And to be fair, Amy is important to Shadow's character arc and ultimately the reason he decides to help Sonic and the other in saving the day. So it's understandable people are eager to see the pink hedgehog in this third movie.

The thing is, while I was never against the idea of Amy showing up, my brain always kinda got stuck on the logistics of "But how the fuck does Amy get to Earth?". Does she just show up like Tails did? Why does she come to Earth? Did she somehow see the events of the last two movies and now she's in love with Sonic and came to Earth some how because fuck it?

It's why, when the trailer came out, I wasn't that surprised when it didn't show Amy at any point. Because I genuinely couldn't think of a way for her to show up that made sense, and wasn't derivative of what happened with Tails. But then I started to think about it, and with Gerald Robotnik alive and part of the story now, I realized how Amy could show up in this movie, and it's gonna be weird; so bear with and let me put y'all on game:

What if Amy Rose is Maria Robotnik?

Okay, so Gerald Robotnik is alive in this movie, right? And he's defiantly just as bonkers a Eggman, right? So hear me out: Gerald knows how to make anthropomorphic hedgehogs because he made Shadow. His entire motive for making Shadow in the first place was to keep Maria alive, which obviously didn't end up happening and that's what drove him nuts. So instead of trying to cure Maria of her decease, what if he used Maria's DNA and whatever process he used to create Shadow, to clone Maria as a Hedgehog.

But something doesn't go quite right so Maria doesn't remember she's Maria, so she comes up with the name Amy Rose to refer to herself. (I'm sure there's some explination for why she went with that involving flowers and shit) and Gerald is trying to get her to act more like Maria but it doesn't work and there's a lot of weird tension between the two that comes up when Eggman starts dealing with them.

And part of the cloning process not working the way Gerald wanted, she doesn't have all of Shadow's powers. She's fast enough to keep pace with Sonic and Shadow, but she doesn't have any Chaos powers or Shadow immortality.

And part of the Gerald and Shadow's plan isn't just revenge for what happened to the original Maria, but also doing something that will make Amy more like Maria. Possibly making her fully human again somehow.

but Amy, being her own person, sides with Sonic in stopping Gerald, and we can still have the scene in the Arc where Amy gets Shadow to help the good guys, just like in the game.

I obviously have no idea if this is actually going to happen, in fact it's more than likely not going to happen anything like this. But I couldn't help but think about this after seeing Gerald alive and teaming up with Eggman. I can just kinda imagine a little pink hedgehog walking into the scene after they hug and that just being a whole thing.

[neptuniadoesstuff]

basic summary of each star gazer diary char’s backstory? 🥺👉👈

Aight ig, but it won't be for everyone. (As this will mainly only focus on the Comets Squad members & one of the antags + a bonus character that I didn't introduce yet till now)

Chris: Was born in a normal family till both of his parents divorced. But was then completely neglected & ab*sed by his mom till his gramma took him away & then at the age of 15 he was adopted by the Lockes. At 20-22 years old there was a incident that happened with him which kinda turned him into the person he is today, was later abandoned but then found by his now best friend Konner.

Konn'a: Was born in a pretty wealthy family but was genuinely kind to everyone. Although in his teen years he kinda got in bits of trouble due to some... unspoken things.. At 18 he became a part of Stellowbark which eventually got him up the ranks of being apart of a squad, now eventually getting his own squad he can lead at the age of 23.

Kemor (ASGD! Konn): Was originally a normal kid but when & his best friend, Yor'iem (ASGD!Insidiae), were both kidnapped by a evil space colony. He went through a lot of horrible things only to actually escape with a help of some space rebels. This however made him have a major freaky scar on his face & a missing arm/leg. (Also his bug tail was ripped off in order to look more "human"). Now he wears a mask & lots of armor due to being very self conscious about his looks & also the fact his species is known for being perfect (as partners from his species tend to look for individuals with no flaws), so yeh uh... no bf for him. :(

Alazeria (ASGD! Alejandra): Originally a officer/sheriff working under King Malsokia but decided to quit & join Stellowbark as a squad member of Comets aftera break accident which made her go blind in her right eye (yeh she was attacked by one of her fellow WildBeaks, this is also where she gets her Squadron name from-). Also due to certain past reasons she doesnt seem to be wanting to be in love.. (Also doesn't understand some men like her frikin Co worker Kemor- But she doesnt h8 men. But i do think she did have a bad experience with a certain man back in the past)

Dr. Gerald Lyconoth (ASGD!Gwin): A scientist once apart of a research group of 5 only to be separated by them after a certain permafrost began to happen. Due to this permafrost his body was actually preserved for at least 300 years until his ice prison defrosted & he able to *somewhat* move again, minus the fact his legs were pretty much slightly broken now but he carried on. Eventually making a small lab for himself & in order to not feel lonely he created a duaghter for himself which he raised for 15 years, but over those 15 years he started to...not truly feel himself, like some voice was telling him to do bad things in a hypnotic way... He unfortunately succumbed to the effects leading to once a innocent man's life into a disastrous spiral which made it worse bcs during that period he was also unfortunately infected with one of the dangerous universal diseases to exist..

Bonus time!

Namria Lyconoth: Was the duaghter of a certain scientist... She decided to run away after her father's started to show signs of major aggression. But that was not after he pretty much started to trying to attack her which made her extremely scared. This was not the man she knew for 15 total years. After she ran away, she found herself with 3 wanderers who pretty much became like her adoptive siblings. Now she walks on the frozen planet with her new family in order to eventually find a cure to whatever the hell is currently happening with her dad & why did he decide to giver her that nasty scar on her left side.

[alaskan-wallflower]

sheila rant under the cut (also, this kinda has some talk about judaism so if any of what i say is wrong or misguided please let me know. the last thing i wanna do is accidentally be saying something that’s incorrect/bad, so if you could just let me know in the notes, i’ll delete/fix it)

so!

i’ve honestly been rewatching sheila/kyle/broflovski centric episodes (because my blog has basically become a broflovski blog at this point) and yes, this is yet another rant about how horribly the fandom portrays her.

In the fandom, Sheila is portrayed as abusive. Manipulative. A horrible parent. Someone Kyle lives in fear of when in reality, she’s none of those things!

At the beginning of the show, she was mainly portrayed as the “Karen™” of the show. She’s always trying to get certain things shut down (i.e. Terrence and Phillip, A Nativuty Scene, Toilet Humor…) but was she doing it out of personal spite? No! She was doing it to (in her own way) protect her son. Because she didn’t want him to be exposed to things that may have altered the way he perceived reality. And honestly? My parents did the same thing, albeit not to that extreme. Me and my brothers had strict rules on what we couldn’t watch. Like we couldn’t watch Spongebob, Disney Channel, Total Drama, stuff like that. We werent allowed to watch anime unless our parents did extensive research to make sure it wasn’t inappropriate, and honestly? For me personally, looking back at it, I liked it like that. Like the only shows we were allowed to watch taught good morals and were usually educational. It really set me up as a kid to not be a mouthy twat to my parents and it did help me learn. So I can see where Sheila is coming from. (This is for her trying to ban her kids from seeing Terrence and Phillip)

But as for Mr. Hankey? The only thing she wanted to do was have a play that wasn’t a nativity. The rest of the shit in that episode (banning christmas lights, having a school play starring chef, even kyle being put in an insane asylum) was really the town blowing what she wanted out of proportion. Like she technically didn’t even do anything wrong in that instance. She was just tying to get the town to be more inclusive when it came to winter holidays

Even in the trolling episodes (well, season, more like) her main priority was protecting her family. The reason she grounded Ike, the reason she went nuts, the reason she did all that was to protect her family. She was actually really nice to Gerald in Weiner’s Out (at least in the beginning, haven’t finished this ep yet) she bought him a new iPad! She was telling him how nice it was he was actually able to come to bed with her! If anything, Gerald is the one who blows ass.

Also, just thought I would mention this, but I’ve seen SO many fanfics with a self insert/OC who is shipped with Kyle (nothing wrong with that! You do you, I’m not saying you’re not allowed to do that) and is also someone of a different religion, though I’ve mainly seen the character who’s being shipped with Kyle as a Christian/Catholic. (I haven’t seen any other religions, so I’m rolling with those). This isn’t a problem, interfaith relationships are perfectly fine. But what isn’t fine is when the writer like-makes sheila ban kyle from going out with/is an asshole to that person just because they aren’t Jewish. I feel like Sheila wouldn’t really care about that, as long as the person made her kid happy. Like, (correct me if I’m wrong) but based off the research I’ve done, I dunno if this id in only a general sect of Judaism or Judaism as a whole (I believe it’s just Orthodox but I dunno) but i’ve read that if the mother isn’t Jewish, then the child technically isn’t considered Jewish? I could be wrong, I’ve only done research and such to try and make this as accurate as possible. And I suppose you could back it up with “Oh Sheila just doesn’t want her family name to end with Kyle/Ike!” but like…she wouldn’t ban Kyle from dating a person of a different religion, be it Catholic, Muslim, Buddhist…I dunno, this one just really bothers me, because she would be the furthest thing from an asshole. She would probably ask a lot of questions but she wouldn’t be like “Kyle you’re banned from seeing Y/N because she’s a Muslim!” like I dunno. It really fuckin’ bothers me.

Also when people make Sheila out to be some abusive nut who Kyle fears, y’all just gotta remember he’s eight. (Nine/ten now) At that age, one of the biggest fears of a child is making their parents disappointed/angry. No child seeks out making a parent angry, so when people use the justification of “oh kyle is constantly apologizes to his mom!’ like ok, is he NOT supposed to apologize to his mom? Also, if Kyle hated his mom/fears her so much, why does he defend her from Cartman? Why does he get so mad when Cartman calls her a bitch? Why would he defend someone he hates? Especially if it’s his own parent. Honestly, I can see him beefing with Gerald moreso than Sheila.

Bottom line is, stop making Sheila out to be the bad guy. This doesn’t happen to any of the other parents EXCEPT Sheila and it’s so infuriating. She’s a mama bear. She wants to make sure her family is safe, and sometimes makes the wrong choices, but they’re for the right reasons. She is flawed, as are all the parents. Everyone in the show is flawed, and Sheila is no exception. But you all make her out to be some monster who deserves to die like if you GENUINELY think Sheila is a bad person/bad character, just block me. I don’t fuck with that

[shadamyheadcanons]

Got any headcanons for if Amy gets possessed by ghost(Sonic’s Scream Test shows that she can be possessed by ghosts and, considering her latent psychic abilities, could possibly be a medium as well)while hanging out with Shadow?

The episode mentioned in this ask is from Sonic X. It has wonderful, not at all terrifying imagery like this:

Cool. Good. At least we get to see her chase down Chris with her hammer:

The real tragedy of the episode, of course, is that she missed.

In terms of combat, the ghosts didn’t do anything special with her abilities. They stuck to basic hammer attacks. They’d personally seen her use it already, so I don’t think they’d necessarily have innate knowledge of her skills. I can’t see Amy defeating Shadow without using her trickier abilities--countering his Chaos Control with her invisibility, for example--so I doubt he’d have trouble disabling her. So long as he could do so without hurting her, I don’t think he’d have the typical hesitation most heroes do when it comes to fighting mind-controlled friends.

Possession could also be taken in a more emotional direction, though, like he could speak to Maria, Gerald, etc. through her. I’m not 100% sure she could do that specifically. Amy being possessed in that Sonic X scene wasn’t necessarily something only she could do; it seemed more likely to me that the ghosts just wanted to pit the heroes against one another, and they picked Amy because she’s more of a threat than Chris is. I don’t think it necessarily means she could seek out ghosts herself for communication, though it's possible considering her skillset.

As for her actually communicating with the dead, I can understand why some fans would love to see him get that kind of closure, but...idk. It kinda rubs me the wrong way. As sad as it sounds, I think Shadow’s character is strengthened by the fact that Maria’s never coming back. It’s the same reason I don’t ever name OCs Maria: bringing her back in any capacity weakens the narrative. Her contribution IMO is as an ideal, not so much as a person. I don’t know whether Amy would be comfortable doing that, but I’d rather not see it.

I do like the idea of her having similar abilities like astral projection - I mention that she can do so in this headcanon to access her hammerspace - or mentally sending messages from a distance. Some of us hypothesized that it might happen in Sonic Frontiers. It would’ve been cool. I’d love to see her psychic abilities expanded upon in a more direct way rather than just a vague sixth sense for finding hedgehogs, predictions, and invisibility, none of which she does often. They’d be super useful, but she just...doesn’t. When’s the last time we saw her sensing anyone’s presence? It’s presented as cleverness and tracking skills in IDW...

...but it used to less tangible. From one psychic to another in Sonic 06:

Both are cool, but her psychic powers feel retconned. My feelings about that are...complicated.

I hope that answers your question!

[handelplayssims]

Right, been a bit so let’s assess. No work today because it’s “moving day.” 9S is playing a game and 2B is doing yoga to try to de-stress. 9S wants to smooch 2B! Fair enough. I would go on a date but I want that Welcome Wagon. Neighbors drop in just as I have 9S and 2B woohoo. Kinda funny that. 9S is the one who’s chatting with them all and finds out that Hina Matsumoto is a Genius. 9S’s type of gal! I immediately move to make them friends. 2B has gone out for a jog during all of this. Doesn’t want to get involved.

Hmm. 2B is still stressed. You know what? There is a Spa and Gym around this area! It’s time for relaxation! Having said that, we can work on her aspirations while here. I already checked the wildlife report so now I’m going to go down the Bunny Slope! ...also I need to get her a better snowboard in Build Mode. I keep forgetting you can do that. And buy deterrents off of the computer. But for now, let’s work on that rock climbing! ...though she’s naturally stressed again thanks to the people hanging around the gym. Because of course. Anyway, she’s tired now so off to home to slumber.

9S’s whim is to not miss 2B so I’m just going to have him read next to 2B in bed. Next whim is to share ideas so let’s go and chat with Hina some more. Annnd I went to the wrong house. One moment! And some chatter and a chess game and the two are friends! Nice! ...you think chess might instead be shogi over there? Eh, I expect there is also chess players as well. And with that, we head home, making it time for-

Neighborhood Watch!

August Randall in the Randall household has died. August got on the bad side of a chicken.

Felipe Lucena in the Lucena household has died. Felipe was victim to a vicious chicken attack.

Recognize that name but don’t remember where. Still, RIP!

Henford-on-Bagley: The Haney household moved out.

Newcrest: The Father Winter household recently moved out.

Alas no chance to play Father Winter.

Hmm. The reason 2B is so tense all the time is because she’s at risk of losing her close-knit lifestyle. ...and I honestly don’t see too terribly a reason why she would maintain her relationship with Gerald Mulligan, so let’s go be mean to him! That’s better. Other whim is to cloudgaze with an extremely outgoing person she befriended so let’s go and find a moderately sunny area. Not going to ask for anything better because it’s winter.

...huh. I went to a Thrift-And-Bubble-Tea store I set up in Newcrest and it turns out that the Sim they pre-generated took over for that one instead of the one in Copperdale. (Or maybe she’s still the manager of Copperdales? Eh. We’ll see.) Annnnd I completely forgot 2B has work. It’s practising sparring, easily done. Going to spar with Majorie first to see if it counts it off. Turns out, no so we’re going to go home to practice.

9S wants to kiss 2B. Would also think about dating her and we do have the time for it. 8 hours and dates take 6. So let’s go on a date once 2B is done working out! To the park! It is during this date that I realize I’m now in the home stretch of doing romantic socials between the two. DO THOSE ROMANTIC SOCIALS 9S! 9S has now finished the Soulmate aspiration! Good for him! We’ll sort out his next one after he gets back from work. Anyway, with all that dating done, 9S is going to head off to work now and 2B is going to take a hike. As per the aspiration, taking hikes around the neighborhoods is a part of it.

We even manage to encounter a Kodama, which is apart of the aspiration! Nice! Next whim for 2B is to hang out on a lot for a few hours so let’s go home and read up about Rock Climbing. ...since it’s the next stage and we can’t actively climb yet.

9S is back from work and needs a bath and some rest. He shall do those things! Meanwhile 2B is working out...because. (It’s something to do and what’s what she automatically went towards after reading the book and so I just let her have at it after some more book reading) It’s also 8 hours until 2B’s job starts up and her energy need is low too so let’s also have her go to bed.

Neighborhood Watch!

San Myshuno: The Free Spirits moved out.

Alas! Farewell once more, my arts-y lesbians!

[prodigaldaughteralice]

Hello ProdigalDaughter !

Thank you for naming your tumblr on your AO3!

I had another dream about beloved blorbo Creed and needed to let you know.

In this dream, something interrupted Belos whilst he was murdering Creed, enough that he had to leave temporarily. Creed managed to get to his staff and get away, but he passed out before he got further than Darius’s chambers/apartment (this bit was kinda unclear). Darius walks in and sees his bf bleeding out on his carpet and proceeds to freak out.

The dream had a timeskip after that and it moved forward to Creed relearning how to walk with Darius (because of his messed up legs). Darius had a peacock palisman and was lending it to Creed whilst they talked about finding Creed one. I think his was a canid of some sort, but that bit wasn’t clear either. Due to his inflicted injuries, Creed’s voice and legs were permanently damaged, so him and Darius talk in sign, including the tiny little mini abominations.

The dream ended with Darius spotting Hunter and having the same reaction as in the fic canon, until Creed tells him “There was never anyone else, Darius, I promise. Only you.”

And then the dream ended.

Sorry for the ramble, I just thought you might like to know.

Hope you feel better soon, and get plenty of rest,

Gerald.

Hi there I want you to know that you are absolutely making my goddamn day, you seem to have seen my post about being sick but yeah I have a high fever (down from 101.3 to only 99.8 now!) and I’m trying to get my finals stuff done at the same time and this has just absolutely made me so happy. So goddamn happy aaaaa

I love the idea of Darius with a peacock palisman, that suits him so well!!! I love that omg. And I’m such a sucker for the whole slow recovery from injury/adaptation to disability with the help of a loved one thing, I was convinced through most of the midseason hiatus that Raine was going to have significant atrophy from being stuck in Kiki’s cocoon. What a wild dream to have had, thank you so much for sharing with me!!!!

Silver and I have talked a bit on discord about a Self Indulgent AU in which Creed escapes from Belos and somehow ends up stumbling through the door into the Human Realm but then can’t find his way back, and he ends up wearing hats or sweatbands all the time to hide his ears, and he gets a job in a local restaurant in Gravesfield, (he’s worried they won’t hire him because of his hands, but they kind of just look at this massively scarred-up guy with blatant PTSD and no papers and go ”yeah you’re good we’ll get somebody else to do the delicate work” and he slowly learns to cook human food and by ten years later it’s his restaurant, where there’s much less employee turnover than most because he cares about his employees and makes sure they’re paid well and also won’t stand for anybody being assholes to them. He has an (uncropped, undocked) doberman as a therapy dog and Camila vaguely knows him due to her checkups.

The reason I share this is that this morning Silver suggested the kids ending up at Creed’s restaurant after the s2 finale and I wrote a thing and it seems appropriate to share it since you said such nice things <3

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They’d been to the restaurant a few times before they actually saw him. The food was good and they could afford it on summer-job pay; why wouldn’t they? When they did see him, the almost-identical stranger wandering out of the back to check on something, eyes had locked, and there had been a moment, and then Hunter had run. Just got up out of his chair and left the restaurant in a total panic. Gus had gone after him, and the stranger had hurried away with a baffled flush across his face. When their food had come, there was also a piece of cherry pie that no one had ordered and wasn’t on their bill, and a couple of take-away boxes. Willow had carefully transferred her, Hunter, and Gus’s food into them, along with the pie, and gone after the boys, Clover flitting ahead to find them and lead her.

It had ended up being a very, very weird date for Luz and Amity, left behind.

They did come back. The others were ready to avoid the place like the plague, if that was what Hunter wanted, but he said he did want to go back, so they did.

They went a little after lunch rush on a Thursday, so the place wasn’t roaring, but it wasn’t empty either. The waitress told them to sit anywhere they liked, so they found their way to a six-top and positioned themselves around it, Hunter at one end, the others at either side. The waitress handed them menus, smiled, asked if she could get them anything to drink, and it wasn’t in any way weird that she disappeared into the back to get those (two lemonades, a cola, an iced tea, and a tomato juice) but it still felt very much like she was going to fetch the stranger.

Which maybe she was, since he emerged not long after.

He looked tired but gentle, a purple fleece beanie pulled down hard over his ears, brow raised in concern. He put a hand on the back of the unoccupied chair, across from Hunter, and waited until he got a nod from him before sitting down. He didn’t quite meet their eyes at first, none of them, looking down at his hands, latex cook’s gloves not quite hiding his crooked fingers or the way they trembled. Hunter sat still as one of the statues outside, staring, waiting, not ready to speak.

“Hannah-Marie scolded me for not telling her I had a son, after you kids came in last time,” the stranger said, and his voice was painfully familiar. “I tried to say I didn’t know what she was talking about, but she saw the way we both— I ended up saying you were my little brother. Hadn’t seen you in a while. But I think—” and here he raised his head, met Hunter’s eyes with his own, that same colour, one mangled lid that it took real effort not to visibly wince at— “I think you can tell me better than anyone.”

Hunter swallowed. Simultaneously, Willow and Luz reached over to put comforting hands on his knees under the table, and he nodded.

“I think… my uncle might have also been your uncle.” He hesitated, searching for the words, for a way to be more specific without saying things it was still almost impossible to say. He settled on tilting his head a little, brushing his thumb across the scar on his jaw, as if to say this was him, he did this.

The stranger nodded.

“I called him brother,” he said, “at least to myself. But I think you might be right.”

And he offered his hand to shake, across the table, and Hunter took it.

[the-agent-of-blight]

U.S. President Middle Names ranked, Descending order

46. Harry S. Truman

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT S. STANDS FOR?????? WELL TO BAD BECAUSE LITERALLY NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW BECAUSE THIS STUPID IDIOT HAS THE MIDDLE NAME OF S!!! THIS WILL INFURIATE ME FOR THE REST OF TIME. -1000/10

30(16-way tie): George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison Jr., James Monroe, Andrew Jackson Jr., Martin van Buren, John Tyler, Zachary Taylor, Millard Fillmore, James Buchanan Jr., Abraham Lincoln, Andrew Johnson, Benjamin Harrison, William McKinley Jr., Theodore Roosevelt.

No middle names. cringe. 0/10

29. Donald John Trump

Person aside, this middle name is very boring, especially compared to some of the absolutely bonkers middle names preceding and following him in chronological order. 1/10

28. Dwight David Eisenhower 

Once again, honestly a boring, normal middle name. kinda ruins the flow of his name which is kinda nice to say. Dwight D. Eisenhower is so much better to say than Dwight David Eisenhower which in my opinion is a key thing a middle name should do. 1/10

27. Chester Alan Arthur

Good flow, boring actual name. 3/10

26. John Quincy Adams

Middle name only there to distinguish from Father. Cringe. 3.5/10

25. Herbert Clark Hoover

Kinda boring honestly, Clark is mildly more interesting as a name though so 3.5/10

24. William Howard Taft

fun to say, but is the standard name to say for the president 3.5/10

23. William Henry Harrison

Third of the full name as normal name trilogy, and overall in my opinion coolest one. it flows so well. It’s just one word 3.6/10

22. James Earl Carter Jr.

Fun to have the middle name Earl. Fitting For Jimmy Carter. 4/10

21. Ronald Wilson Reagan

Fun to yell, reminds me of another horrible president: Woodrow Wilson 4/10

20. Thomas Woodrow Wilson

Why yes, his first name is not Woodrow. Woodrow feels like one of those names along the lines of Ashleigh or something. I will not be answering further questions at this time. 4/10

19. James Abram Garfield

This middle name feels uncanny. Like its just normal enough to feel real and reasonable, but its wacky enough to just feel off. 4.4/10

18. William Jefferson Clinton

I wonder where his parents got that middle name from. I bet it was from the town. 4.5/10

17. George Walker Bush

Should change his middle name to runner because I’ve got two shoes that would love to meet him. 4.6/10

16. George Herbert Walker Bush

Literally just better as a name to add the Herbert in. Really fun to shout. 5/10

15. John Calvin Coolidge

Iconic move to use your middle name as your name for the presidency and what not. Especially if you have a good middle name (lookin at you Thomas Wilson). 5/10

14. Hiram Ulysses Grant

So I totally agree with the choice go with the name Ulysses. I mean the real reason he had the name you know him by is because of clerical error when he went to West Point but still.  ok fine I’ll talk about the S

Ulysses S. Grant. THE S STANDS FOR NOTHING! AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! SERIOUSLY WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TWO NICKELS THIS IS SO DUMB. THE ONLY REASON HE RANKS HIGHER THAN HARRY S(TUPID) TRUMAN IS BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HAS A MIDDLE NAME AND THE S IS NOT A CHOICE BUT A MISTAKE. JUST LIKE GIVING HARRY SUPERFLOUS TRUMAN JUST AN INITIAL. 5/10

13. Gerald Rudolph Ford Jr.

lol his middle name is rudolph. like the reindeer. funny 5.5/10

12. Stephen Grover Cleveland

Go off man go name yourself after the sesame street character. Totally understand wanting to go by Grover over Stephen. 6/10

11. James Knox Polk

Cool middle name. like the fort. or the person. neato 6/10

10. Stephen Grover Cleveland

On the list twice just like the list of presidents 6/10

9. Franklin Delano Roosevelt

the Delano makes the iconic initials happen, and its unique unlike Dwight David Eisenhower. Functional, good flow, fun to yell. 7/10

8. Richard Milhous Nixon

What a wacky name. Would never want to yell it, but its completely unheard of. Just foolish. This name makes me wants to break into the offices of a political opponent and steal data. 7.5/10

7. John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Once again facilitates the iconic initials of this president. Also an interesting name. 8/10

6. Franklin Kendrick(?) Pierce

Middle name only exists as a rumor. Funny. Cool middle name. 8.4/10

5. Lyndon Baines Johnson

Firstly Baines is kinda weird as a name. also DUDE IT IS SO FUN TO YELL. I SAY HIS NAME AS LYNDON BAINES JOHNSON EVERY TIME NOW ITS GREAT. 9/10

4. Barack Hussein Obama II

You have never lived if you have never yelled Barack HUSSEIN Obama. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. It’s really funny. 9.9/10

3. Rutherford Birchard Hayes

I had to make sure I didn’t misread that at first. but yes his middle name was Birchard. That is so fake sounding. that middle name just feels like an off brand richard and I love it. It sounds like someone trying to remember the name richard and starting to say ben at the same time so they said a combo of both. really silly, also really fun to say after saying Rutherford. 10/10

2. Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.

Robinette does not feel like a real name so it meats the bonkers category. AND it is really really fun to yell while shaking your fist like a spiteful old man telling kids to get off his lawn. 10/10

Honorable mention. Millard Millard Fillmore

11/10

1. Warren Gamaliel Harding

GAMERS WHAT KIND OF A MIDDLE NAME IS GAMALIEL????????? I DON’T THINK THAT IS A REAL NAME. SO WACKY ITS ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. 20/10

[lucy-and-rebecca]

I know I'm feeding a troll but, oh the so called arguments nalu antis make are so stupid, doing this is actually kinda enjoyable. I'm going to discuss the profound bs that a nalu anti spewed on this post. I'll be honest, I want to do this.

So first we have this.

Wow. Just wow. So first of all, in my post I mentioned antis don't like that Lucy has other male love interests or male friends but it's okay if the male protagonist has a lot of love interest. I specifically said male protagonist because this thing isn't limited to Natsu and Fairy Tail. Whether Lisanna is over him or not is really not the point here. A girl had a crush on him. That's fine. It's both normal and realistic. Just like other male (and female, let's not forget Mimi) characters having a crash on Lucy is realistic and normal. How does Lisanna being over Natsu makes it okay to judge Lucy for just simply interaction with other guys? What does Lisanna being over Natsu has to do with anything?

Second, you have to be a special kind of idiot to actually believe that Lucy is actually Juvia's love rival. For most part I find Juvia's love rival obsession funny but overdone. It feels like fairy tail is mocking the trope of two love rivals fighting over a guy. One can argue that before Grey started seeing Juvia in a romantic way he had a small crush on Lucy. I can see that. But not once have I ever seen Lucy show romantic feelings towards him.

Third, who is Gerald? I assume they mean Jellal but like how does someone make that mistake? Their English seems good enough. So what gives? Also I kinda resent the implication that there only reason Erza doesn't see Natsu romantically is because she has another guy in her life. I mean they grew up together and he is like her little brother but no sure it's because she has Jellal, that's good enough reason I guess.

Next we have this.

I happen to ship GreyLu and even if you don't it's pretty clear that this person absolutely do not. It would take me maybe half an hour to find some actually cute (and canon) GreyLu moments, as opposed to whatever this is.

Here we have Juvia's paranoid fantasy. An unintentional magical mishaps on which they made a love rival joke. Was this necessary? No. Was it romantic? Also no. Lucy and Grey gossiping about blue Pegasus. Lucy teasing Grey about Juvia. And lastly are picture of Lucy standing next to Grey. I'm sorry was this supposed to show Lucy loves Grey? Were these moments supposed to be romantic?

(This is getting too long so more under the cut.)

I might be new to anime but I'm not new to fandoms in general. What makes ship wars so toxic is a lot of antis use a rival ship as an excuse to spread hate on the ship they don't like. This gives that ship and it's fans a bad name. I know this person is not a GreyLu shipper so please don't think all GreyLu shippers are like this. Antis use Lisanna in the exact same way they use Grey. And honestly she deserves better.

Alright up next

Oh the horror! Two entire moments of Nalu being annoyed with each other.

Not that I think this person has taken actual efforts into selection their most likely stolen screenshots but I'm really not surprised by the choice. Like I mentioned in my original post, antis don't like it that Lucy isn't meek, submissive little girl who just sits there and gets pushed around. Showing a screenshot of Lucy getting annoyed because Natsu asked her to summon a boat or a train spirit, the spirits that she doesn't have, just proves that point. I mean she is a person who has right to annoyed and angry. Plus fairy tail has 328 episodes, some 8-ish ovas, 2 movies, 3 crossovers, a bunch of side stories and a sequel which at the time of writing this post has 81 chapters. So if someone tried hard enough they can very easily find a shot ton of moments like these.

What's the point of taking random screenshots and posting them as a proof that NaLu is a bad couple. It will take me five minutes to find a dozen screenshots of Nalu being sweet. But whats the point. (beyond harassing nalu fans that is). We can do this all day. It proves absolutely nothing.

And Mashima has drawn a lot of art about NaLu. Pictures of then bickering and of them being sweet and cute. Nalu is not something you can sum up in two or twenty or even a hundred screenshots.

Grey's girlfriend? Seriously? Again how stupid does one has to be to believe that?

and finally the new obsession of antis edo NaLu.

I was puzzled about this one. Like edo Lucy was pretty rough with edo Natsu. If they had a problem with Lucy being annoyed with Natsu for five seconds then how come edo NaLu is better. Until I realized of course, since we only met edo Lucy for a very short time we don't know if she had other love interests.

Also please don't drag Juvia into this. The girl is a catch and she has dated another guy before she met Grey. Let's not pretend you give a damn about gruvia or Juvia's feeling when you called Lucy his girlfriend and used GreyLu to hate on NaLu.

I've said this in my original post and I'll say it again. Anti NaLu arguments are extremely misogynistic. This whole thing can be summed up by saying natsu-fan-nalushipper wants female lead to obsessively love the male lead, and have the male lead the only important guy in her life. Female lead should not have male friends let alone love interests. They want the female lead to be reduced to one of the many love interests male lead has. They don't like that Lucy doesn't fit that backwards misogynistic view of what a female character should be. She is not ""pure"" enough for Natsu. Hence the hate.

[lunarliza]

Fake Boyfriend | Chapter 4: Kook Conventions

JJ x Kook!reader

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You’re a Kook Princess who has everything you ever wanted... until your handsome Kook Prince dumps you for a hot new fling. To save your reputation, you bribe the one person he hates the most, JJ Maybank, to pretend to be your boyfriend for the summer. All’s fair in love and war. But where do you draw that line when you’re suddenly wishing your fake boyfriend is your real one?

note: slight mention of panic attack

If there was anything you learned about JJ that Friday, it was that he was the absolute worse at sticking to the plan.

For one, he spent so much time looking for the tennis courts, instead of following your clearly written out instructions, that he ended up being late altogether to pick you up. What was supposed to be a grand gesture turned into you sitting on the front steps, while the sun was near done setting, waiting for stupid JJ while everyone else had already left.

“What the hell took you so long?!” you scolded, slamming the truck door shut in annoyance once he finally showed up.

“This place is confusing as hell! I kept having to make loops. It is called Figure Eight for a reason,” he tried to justify, pulling out of the lot.

“JJ I texted you specific instructions on how to get here!” you groused, rubbing your temple, “Anyways, it’s fine, whatever. Let’s just hurry home so I can get ready. My house is just a little bit up that way.”

“Yeah, uh, about that,” JJ mentioned sheepishly, keeping his eyes on the road, “I kinda have to help Pope and Poppa Heyward with something right now. It will only take an hour tops! I’ll just meet you at the party after I’m done.”

You groaned loudly, face-palming yourself. “JJ what the hell! I told you specifically to cancel your plans tonight. It was supposed to be our debut!”

“I did! I just,” he scratched the back of his neck, “kinda broke one of their carts this afternoon, so I have to help them fix it for tomorrow. I think they’re catering your little brunch thingy.”

“How did you even break the cart to begin with?!”

He hid his face from your dagger-eyes and admitted in a low voice, “I, uh, tried to surf on it down a hill when they weren’t looking.”

You had to fight the urge to smack him upside the head, but you didn’t want to risk him veering off the road. Lucky bastard.

“Fine,” you grumbled, “Just make sure you’re on time to the party.” You then eyed his outfit up and down. Even in the little sunlight that emitted from outside, you could tell it was all dirty from his day activities. “And please change into something a little nicer,” you added, “These Kooks would run you to the ground with that on.”

JJ dropped you off at your house and sped away as you unlocked the door into a near empty house. Looks like it would just be you and Alfred for dinner.

Your parents were headed off to the mainland for some business convention. Thankfully, your presence was not needed which saved you an entire day of pretending to be a perfect obedient daughter. It was an exhausting act.

Most teens your age would kill for a night alone, but after countless nights sleeping isolated in a big empty house, it got old and depressing. Most of the time, you’d sleep over at Sarah’s for some kind of company. You were always welcomed at the Camerons’.

Greeting Alfred your usual hello at the foyer, you darted upstairs to wash off and get ready with the little time you had left. The aroma of filet mignon and freshly seasoned veggies filled the house air.

“Oh and Alfred,” you called out over the intricate metal banister, “It’ll just be me eating tonight, so just set the table for one please.”

“Miss Y/n, your friend is not coming?” he asked with hints of concern. You just shook your head with a sad smile. “No, he had to run last minute.”

Alfred gave you a curt nod, making way back into the kitchen while you dashed into the bathroom.

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Instead of throwing JJ straight into the shark’s tank (even though, given his already poor track record, you strongly contemplated throwing him to literal sharks), you decided it was best to ease him into the whole boyfriend role.

You figured he’d be more in touch with his aura if you invited him to a Kook party first— which was exactly where you were, furiously texting him where on earth he was.

It was already ten o’clock. The party started hours ago, and he was nowhere to be found. An hour with Pope your ass!

Flopping onto the giant living room couch in Billy Irvine’s mansion, you frowned amongst the throng of drunk privileged kids. Around you, the Glossy Posse was gossiping with other Kooks about some of the summer newcomers while sleazy guys from out of town tried to grab their attention. It never worked.

“So y/n,” Chloe asked next to you on the couch, “I have some great news! It’s no secret that you need a date to the all the fundraiser events, and I might just have one for you! My cousin, Gerald, is coming into town next week, so I can totally set you guys up!”

She proceeded to show you pictures on her phone of a lanky tall guy with discolored hair and a creepy smile. You resorted to taking a gulp of your drink to hide your horrified expression. “Thanks, but, uh, no thanks. I actually have a date already,” you informed, typing away heatedly at your phone for JJ to arrive that instant or so help you.

“Ooh, who is it?” Ivy nosily chimed in at the mention of you finally having a date. From the couch over, you also saw Anne-Marie and Warren lean their heads closer to get the scoop.

Jeez, were people really that interested in your love life?

“It’s-”

Before you could reveal the name, a loud ‘ding’ went off from your phone followed by a text from JJ to alert you that he was out front. “Oh! He’s actually here right now,” you announced, hopping up from your seat to collect your very problematic date.

“You’re late, again!” you scolded to the blond standing all gloomy at the front of the stone curved driveway. He changed into a nicer grey long-sleeve with khaki shorts and his signature red snapback, much to your relief. It didn’t quite match with your intricate white romper, but it would do for the time being.

“The guard wouldn’t let me in the gate! I ended up having to sneak through one of the fences,” JJ explained. You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous excuse. “Then why didn’t you just call me to let you in?” you pointed out.

“It was more fun this way,” he peskily grinned, earning himself a smack on the arm. The guy was impossible. “Ow!” he whined, rubbing the spot. Ignoring his complaints, you seized his hand and led him inside. It was about time!

The foyer flashed with various-colored LED lights while thundering rap music echoed from basically every corner of the house. All around, eyes gawked at you stepping through the Victorian-style entryway with a Pogue of all people. It was like walking into a cave of bats.

“Anyways,” you began, disregarding all the probing eyes, “This is Billy Irvine’s place. It’s the nicest house on the Eight. His parents are out of town right now, so we’re celebrating the Glossy Posse’s birthdays.”

It alway was a coincidence to you how all three of them had birthdays on back-to-back days. Witchcraft, honestly.

“Those bitches?” JJ grimaced at the mention of his sworn female enemies, “Ew why? They hate the Pogues.”

“Just shut up and suck it up. Here,” you grabbed a glass from the champagne tower in the middle of the spacious room, “Have a drink to get your mind off it.”

“Champagne? What the hell is this, England?” he yelped, taking a swig. Rolling your eyes, you hoped the alcohol would alleviate his irritability for the night. Fortunately, the blaring music was enough to drown out his constant bickering.

“Now put your arm around me! It’s time to make our rounds,” you demanded. He obliged and you turned on your best lovestruck game-face, giving him the grand tour of the mansion.

Billy’s mom was also one of the important people of the Island Club, so you had been going over there ever since you were nine being that your moms were friends. Still, you were always amazed by the extravagance of their house. You could tell JJ was also in shock of it all too.

It looked like a castle with two grand marble staircases circling the front with a tall vintage Tiffany chandelier hanging over everything. The floors were the shiniest white marble even with hundreds of teenagers recklessly dancing and slipping all over it.

“Damn, so this is how the other side lives,” JJ commented, marveling at how the LED lights reflected off the diamonds on the chandelier.

He slid his hand down to your waist as you stood closer to his side, taking a whiff of his teakwood cologne. Deep down, it was nice to have someone to attend parties with you, even if it was fake and with JJ.

You took him up the right staircase where plastered kids— some you recognized from school, some just in town for the summer— stumbled up and down the stairs or sloppily made out while pinned to the side walls. Realistically, it didn’t seem that off-brand to JJ’s party scene.

“We’re only staying an hour right?” JJ reminded in your ear as you approached the open bar upstairs. Yes, the Irvine’s had a literal bar in their second level.

“Yes, grumpy!”  

“Do you know if Sarah and John B are coming?” JJ continued to question. You settled on top of a retro bar stool as he leaned against the Irvine’s prized rustic bar.

“No,” you answered, “Sarah doesn’t come to these because Topper’s here. And she hates Kooks.”

“She’s the smarter one of you two!” JJ shouted among the loud music. You shook your head and whacked him again, but lightly this time. Seemed that would be you guy’s thing— hitting.

Even in their inebriated states, Kooks were still staring at you like you had grown a third arm. Which, honestly, was what being with JJ felt like half the time. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the Glossy Posse and Warren making their way to you with either wide or curious eyes.

Oh boy.

“Y/n!” they exclaimed, shoving through the crowd. You matched their seemingly gleeful expressions, though you knew deep down they were judging you hard.

“You must be y/n’s date,” Ivy stated without much of a formal introduction.

“Aren’t you that Pogue from the Boneyard that always tries to hit on us?” Chloe brought up once she got a better look at JJ’s face. You snorted, but no one heard you.

You were slightly worried JJ would take their snarky comments the wrong way and lash back, but his cocky grin still laid proudly on his face as he held his hand out to your girl friends. “Name’s JJ. And yeah, I’m y/n’s new man.”

New man. Well, that was certainly a title. All of the Glossy Posse’s threaded eyebrows shot up at the word.

“Y/n,” Anne-Marie said in amazement, “You didn’t tell us you were dating again.”

“Yeah, well, I wanted to keep it kinda lowkey,” you lied, signaling JJ to put his arm around you again.

Expecting your friends to stick up their nose at him or give you guys condemnatory looks, you were surprised to find they were more stunned than snobby. Intrigued, you caught them eyeing JJ up and down as if he possessed some kind of magical charm.

From behind the group, you saw Warren trying to stick his hand out at JJ to introduce himself as the girls did kinda take center stage earlier, shielding him out. “Don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Warren, Warren Van Doren.”

JJ had to hold back a laugh at the sound of his rhyming name. So immature.

“Hey man, I’m JJ. Nice to meet you,” he greeted, shaking his hand, “Wait a sec, aren’t you that quarterback that got in that fight at regionals last year?”

Warren smiled sheepishly and looked away. “Yeah, that was me.”

You remembered that fight. The video of it actually went viral for like a week. Warren was a very nice guy, but pissed of, he was an animal. He pummeled the shit out of some of other players during that game. The topic of fighting seemed to bond the two boys as they unknowingly drifted away in their own conversation. Thank God, you were glad that at least one of the boys there would be friendly towards JJ.

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in,” Chloe announced, gesturing towards the stairway. All four of your heads turned to see Max and Anya parade up to the top step linked to one another.

That was the cue.

Furtively, you nudged at JJ’s side, interrupting his football conversation. You gave him an alerting look that said ‘look like you’re in love with me ASAP’ and he quickly enveloped his arm around you to pull you close.

Given the fact that you and JJ hardly knew each other, much less touched, it was a very ungraceful and awkward gesture. Even Warren shot you both a weird look. Either way, you figured it would be perfected after going at it a few times.

Just as the Hollywood couple sauntered in to the packed bar area, JJ dipped his face closer to yours. It was a nice touch to the act. He started whispering some stupid joke in your ear that you could hardly make out among the music and chatter, but you went along with it anyway, playfully slapping at his chest. He even placed his snapback on your head backwards. You almost yelled at him for ruining your hair, but for the sake of the show you were putting on, you pretended it was the cutest thing.

You tried not to look at Max as he passed, as you didn’t want to make things so obvious. But in the split second you did glance his way, his mouth flew agape. In that moment, you knew you had him right in the palm of your hand from twenty feet away. The evil laugh cackled inside your head while you raked your hands through JJ’s hair. It was surprisingly soft.

For the next few minutes, you could feel Max’s stare bore into you back as you leaned closer to JJ, kissing up his jawline and cheek. 

“Damn, y/n, didn’t know you felt like this about me,” JJ teased.

“Shut up. I’m giving them a show,” you hissed with an infatuated smile to mask your threats.

“They’re gone now,” JJ noted lowly in your ear. You both detached like repelling magnets.

Fortunately, the posse and Warren dispersed among the crowd while you and JJ acted out your little PDA scene— it was probably from discomfort, if you were being honest. You did make sure not to hold anything back while you were draped all over JJ.

“Is that it?” JJ droned, back to his normal whiny self, “Am I done? Can we leave?”

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, but with a grin this time. “Yes, you idiot, we can leave now.”

“Finally!”

JJ’s hand crept to your lower back as you both weaved through the mass of people to the exit. Before you could make it halfway down the staircase, however, you heard a rumbling behind you that stopped both your tracks. Warren’s six-four gigantic self was rummaging down the stairs, leaving booms in his wake.

“JJ! JJ!” he called out, grabbing hold of your fake boyfriend’s arm, “JJ dude, you gotta check out this new game system Billy has upstairs in the game room. You can play live Madden!”

“What?!” JJ’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as Warren tugged you both back up the stairs with his giant football-player muscles.

“Dude it’s fucking sick! You gotta try it out,” Warren kept insisting. You knew JJ wouldn’t be able to resist. His eyes were practically glowing with excitement when he turned back to you as if to ask for some kind of approval.

“Okay, I’m just going to stay for one game,” he swore but you were a hundred-and-ten percent sure he’d be hooked and you could stay for much longer.

“Knock yourself out, Maybank,” you responded with a knowing smile, shooing him off to some depth of the Irvine’s enormous home. When he disappeared, you took the liberty to go search for your friends and finally enjoy the party for yourself.

As you predicted, one game turned into thirty real quick. It was well past midnight and JJ was still buried away somewhere doing who knows what. You didn’t mind. Warren was very responsible and you trusted him to take care of your date.

Plus, it gave you enough time to take rounds of various colored jello shots with Billy, dance on Mrs. Irvine’s countertops with the birthday girls, and devour the four-tiered tiramisu cake with fake-puking Barbie doll toppers that you helped pick out at the bakery.

When it got around one thirty, you grew a little concerned about JJ’s whereabouts so you sent him a quick text just to make sure he was okay and not shoving his head down a toilet. Your phone chimed back instantly—

Im jus fine y/n!!! One mor game! I almos beat War Ins Ass! Fuckin kwarter back!

Oh yeah, he was definitely gone. You texted your family’s driver to come by in about thirty minutes to make sure he’d get home safely. Then, you proceeded to dig in to your third slice of cake. Unlike the rest of your friends, you embraced the joy that was carbs— especially when you were drunk and there was chocolate involved.

JJ came downstairs a few minutes later and found where you were sitting on the couch surrounded by your circle of friends. Even amid the dark yet colorful beaming lights, his hair was still its usual sweaty mess with eyes a tad droopy, indicating just how drunk he was.

“Y/n! There’s my baby!”

He walked up and collapsed right onto your lap, tossing a dangly arm around you. You kept his snapback on for the entire night, assuming your hair was probably a bird’s nest underneath it. Everyone around seemed amused at the sight, and a few girls from school even began asking how you two started dating.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

Well, that was until your thigh circulation began ceasing due to JJ’s bony ass on it. You immediately demanded that you switch places with him, and he sloppily obliged. The throng around you giggled, intrigued by the new lovey-dovey couple. Secretly, you ate up the attention and knew JJ did too.

He was in the middle of telling everyone a dumb Boneyard party story when Max and Anya entered the living room premises. They looked like they were fixing to leave. Your date felt you tense a little in his lap and caught on to your sudden judder.

Boldly, JJ made direct eye contact with Max and threw him one of those ‘what’s up’ nods. Then, out of nowhere, in his completely trashed state, JJ cupped both of your cheeks and planted a very brazen kiss on your lips for everyone to see. Shutting your eyes, you heard a few whistles from the crowd around you, especially when he, very obviously, added his tongue to the mix.

JJ was a good kisser, you had to admit. It quite literally, took your breath away when he pulled back. Biting your lip, you mimicked his shit-eating grin while he pressed his perspiration-filled forehead on yours. It was a huge acne-hazard just waiting to happen. But, like the snapback, you didn’t care. It was the most thrilling thing you had done in months.

“Don’t look now, but Vega and his girl have their jaws dropped to the floor behind you,” he muttered in your ear. You giggled and held onto him closer, leaning your head on his chest.

It was probably be best fifteen hundred bucks you had ever spent.

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The next morning was your mom’s weekly Saturday brunch. By default, you showed up an hour early to help greet the guests, frequently checking your watch and phone to see when JJ would arrive.

You had a tennis tournament earlier that morning, however, you didn’t even bother making your fake boyfriend go. After the events of last night, you knew he’d be too hungover in the morning and wouldn’t wake up in time for it. He was getting to be very predictable.

At t-minus five minutes until the brunch started, everyone had already made their way into the ballroom. That left just you waiting in the lobby area for your date. The look on your face was just about ready to kill JJ whenever he walked through the door. You also didn’t see Sarah and John B arrive either, so you assumed they would be a no-show yet again.

About a minute past noon, the blond sauntered past the doors wearing a black suit that looked two sizes to big for him with hideous shoulder pads. You presumed it was his dad’s old one. He also had on jet black sunglasses to mask the grogginess from the party, but it was pretty evident he looked and felt like shit.

“You’re late again!” you hissed through gritted teeth, snatching his hand like he was an uncontrollable child. Maybe you should invest in a leash and collar for him since he could never get his attendance right.

“What do you mean? You said noon,” he yawned, unfazed at your irritation.

“The brunch starts at noon!” you jeered, “That means you have to show up early!”

“Well you failed to mention those rules,” he tried to bicker back, but you flashed him one of your bitch-looks before he could go any further. That had him shriveling at the sight.

“Whatever, just hurry up and let’s get seated,” you ordered, leading him through the majestic looking double doors, “And take off those sunglasses!”

Much to your dismay, the doors made a very loud creaking noise when they opened. Just about everyone did a double-take to see you arrive late and with a woozy-looking boy shoving sunglasses in his suit pocket.

Eyes were glued on you while judgmental whispers filled the already tense air. There was a small churn in your stomach as you weaved through the round tables. Something was also gnawing at your brain, telling you that it was a terrible, terrible idea. You attempted to brush it aside, though, as you and JJ took your seats.

For some odd reason, the Glossy Posse didn’t show the same enthusiasm towards JJ like the did at the party. They were back to their pretentious ways— you figured it was probably just their hangover attitude.

On the other hand, Warren happily greeted JJ when he sat down, exchanging one of those typical ‘bro’ handshakes. They started chatting on about the previous night while you tried to make small talk with the girls. Unfortunately, they were still being short with you and were, very obviously, throwing looks at JJ, along with their dates.

Glancing to your parents’ table, they didn’t look like they cared too much about your situation, having just flown in from their trip. They were too engrossed in entertaining their friends to really pay you any mind. Sometimes you were grateful that they were oblivious to some things. When you look over at the Vegas, however, Mr. and Mrs. Vega both sent you a disapproving look. The other families followed.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were in over your head at that point. Was it a mistake bringing JJ to this event?

The servers came out and made their rounds at the tables, setting bowls of water in front of everyone.

“Thank God, I’m starving,” JJ piped, taking his dessert spoon to sip water from the finger bowl.

“JJ,” you yelled-whispered as guests continued to stare.

“What?” he chided back with an attitude, completely unaware of his surroundings.

“The water is for your fingers.”

His face shot up from the bowl and scanned the room at people dipping their fingers into their respective bowls. “Oh shit,” he sputtered as your entire table tried to hide their snorts.

When the food finally came out, it didn’t really get any better. Baked chicken was on the menu and, well, JJ was the only one in the room who didn’t use a fork and knife. Everyone stared at him incredulously as he used his hands to gobble up his plate. Though, the boy didn’t seem to notice any of the baffled eyes.

Attempting to shield your red face, you continued to take tiny bites from your food, hoping the next hour would go by fast.

You hoped too soon.

As soon as JJ was done eating, he let out a loud belt to where the tables around you could hear. Warren high-fived him. At least someone got a kick out of it. You, along with the rest of the guests, had nothing but revolt on your faces.

Once the plates were cleared, the servers brought out creme brûlée for dessert. You were grateful it was something semi-clean to eat. JJ seemed to get a knack out of all the food. He even leaned over to you with his mouth full and muttered, “This food is fantastic! My compliments to the chef.”

You half-smiled back in embarrassment and took a spoon-full of your dessert. Thankfully, your mom waltzed over when you were half-way through to ask for your help carrying in the posters and stands from the lobby that displayed all the charity and donation information.

Immediately, you rose and scattered out, away from all the the dense room.

At the front, you began picking up the easel stands to bring inside until you spotted the jet-black locks of the last person you wanted to run into that afternoon. You almost dropped the large items in your hands when he came up to you.

“So, I see you brought Maybank here. Looks like he’s really enjoying himself in there,” Max commented dryly beside you. Mrs. Vega must have asked him for a hand as well.

You winced at the oozing criticism in his voice. It was the first time you had spoken to him one-on-one since the breakup.

”Yeah, we’re, uh, kind of together now,” you mentioned, lugging a display. He grabbed the two remaining and rushed to keep up with you, following you back in.

Out of nowhere, he let out disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, y/n, you and Maybank?”

Taken aback by his brashness, you stopped right before the ballroom doors, frowning. “Yeah,” you shot back sternly, “Why not? I get along with him fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me. The guy’s a total tool. I’ve told you that from the beginning. Trust me, I know.”

“Know what? What’s good for me?” you pressed, growing more and more exasperated at the sound of his deep and raspy voice.

It was sexy, no doubt, but just the things that were coming out of his mouth made you want to slap him silly. How dare he prance up to you in his gorgeous light blue Armani suit and tell you what’s good for you!

“I just know who you are, y/n,” he went on calmly, with not an ounce of anger present in his tone, “And JJ’s just not a good guy for you.”

You were seeping with outrage at that point. Hiking in a breath, you spoke with the speckles of tranquility you had left in you. “Well I appreciate your concern, though I hardly understand why you have any for me. But we broke up, Max. You completely lost the right to tell me any of that.”

With that, you furiously stomped into the brunch and set the displays at the front for your mom. Max looked dumbstruck as he trailed behind. But you didn’t care.

“Everything okay? Did something happen with Vega?” JJ asked when you got back to your seat. You remained silent. It was the only way to keep yourself from screaming.

It was all too much— the piercing stares, the messy eating, Max.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” you informed to JJ as he listened to another one of Warren’s football stories, “And then we’re leaving.”

Before he could respond, you were already racing to the bathroom as fast as your Jimmy Choo wedges could take you.

You needed air. And fast.

Bursting through the bathroom door, you heaved yourself into the biggest stall and flopped down on the toilet seat, taking in deep breaths to calm yourself. It didn’t help much. The room was still twirling like you were on the Graviton at a carnival. Too nauseous from it all, you didn’t even care that you were ruining your new white Valentino dress.

You just wanted to hurl inside the antique-decorated bathroom but couldn’t. It was miserable. But at least the bathroom was empty.

All the seeming success of last night crumbled away with every disapproving look or whisper of the guests. And then Max— that fucking asshole. Your head was thumping endlessly as you felt the stress knots crawl up your spine.

What were you thinking? Maybe you were in over your head. No one was believing it. Not for a second.

Even JJ was terrible at playing along. You should’ve known it was just wishful thinking. You knew you had to throw in the towel and told yourself you would call it off once you found some way to stop the hot tears that were streaming down your made-up cheeks.

As you felt your breathing start to normalize, you slowly lifted from the toilet seat and smoothened out your dress. When the bathroom door slammed open against the wall, you immediately fell back down, wanting to avoid any form of human interaction for the rest of your life.

Titters and snickers echoed the air as two girls stumbled in, mid-conversation. They didn’t seem to notice you in the stall at all. Thank God.

“Would you believe y/n? Bringing that dirty Pogue here? She’s gone insane!” A nasally voice spoke by the sinks.

You scrunched your nose, trying to catch a glimpse of their shoes from the opening underneath the stall. You nearly puked. Nameless brand heels? Unacceptable.

“I know! He’s so disgusting and that suit is just repulsive! Does she not have an ounce of embarrassment?” the other one added.

You didn’t recognize their voices, but assumed they probably went to your school by the way they knew you and JJ. A part of you wanted to charge out of the stall and drag their pitiful selves to the ground. But seeing as you were just recovering from a near panic attack, you didn’t have the energy. And they didn’t deserve your breath.

Nevertheless, they still went on. 

“Ever since Vega dumped her for California girl, she’s completely gone off the rails. First the hair change and now she’s dating a Pogue like Sarah Cameron is. It’s so pathetic!”

“Seriously, train wreck of the year if you ask me.”

Train wreck? Pathetic? You’ll show them what pathetic is! Especially with those god-awful shoes. Do they have an ounce of embarrassment showing up here with that kind of atrocity?

You were seconds away from emerging from your ashes to put them in their place. But, lucky for them, they escaped before you could come out of confinement.

Huffing, you stormed out of the stall and towards the mirrors to fix yourself. God forbid you’d ever let anyone see you with smeared mascara!

Dabbing a wet cloth on your cheeks to soothe out the redness, you heard the creak of the door opening behind you and immediately tossed it into a bin. You pretended to fix your hair. Fortunately, the redness faded to a soft pink to look like blush.

Anya strolled in the bathroom behind you. Ugh, the cherry on top of the cake.

You faked a tight smile at her. She threw a cheery one at you, walking up the sink next to yours to toss up her bouncy, voluminous hair. “So, I thought you said that guy out there wasn’t you boyfriend,” she pointed out, not taking her eyes off her own reflection.

“Oh, psh, well you know,” you sputtered, not expecting the sudden inquisition, “One thing led to another that night at the Boneyard and it just kinda… happened.”

It was the first real conversation you had with her, and you wanted to hold your breath at the awkwardness. Anya nodded at your answer, puckering her lips slyly. “I just think it’s cute that you’re trying to make Max jealous.”

You almost did a double take. It was so subtle and smooth, her comment almost flew right over your head. “Excuse me?” you shot back, turning to the blonde-haired home-wrecker.

She didn’t even flinch a muscle at your snub expression, just continued to ogle at herself. It was menacing. Evil really did take form in Anya Carmichael.

“Oh, did I need to spell it out for you?” she blinked, “Y/n, you’ve been out of the picture. If you think showing up with that god-awful guy in his dad’s raggedy suit is gonna change Max’s mind about you, I assure you it won’t work.”

She crinkled her eyes in a hateful smile.

What was with people and their audacity that afternoon? Whatever was in their water, you were not about to have any of it. No one spoke to you like that.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said blandly, wanting to get under her skin.  

“Yes you do,” she snarled back, placing both hands on the sink in a threatening manner, “Look. Max and I are together now. You need to get that in your tiny pea-brain head. Do not play dumb with me. I see you looking over at him every five minutes. Get. Over. It.”

“Like I said,” you responded back in a fake-innocent tone just to push her buttons some more, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anya. I think all the hairspray is really getting to your head.”

Two can play that game.

She narrowed her almond eyes at you and straightened up proudly. Even though she was way taller than you in her six-inch heels, you still stood your ground, blinking up at her tauntingly. At least your swanky parents taught you that much.

She scoffed. “Give it up, seriously. Using that guy to try to get back at your ex is just pathetic. Max was right about you. You’re just a shallow virgin with a handbag.”

With that, she tossed her hair behind her shoulder and strutted out the door. Your blood was boiling, having half a mind to go out there and rip the bottled-blonde right off her head. You should’ve known it was all an act!

Fuming, you treaded back to the brunch table, your face doing a complete one-eighty once you stepped through the doors. A lady never showed her seething anger underneath.

JJ spotted you and promptly stood up, snatching your purse, and getting ready to leave.

“Sit,” you demanded, pushing him down by the shoulder so his ass plopped back firmly on the chair. The look of utter shock flashed on his face, but he just took it.

“I’m feeling better now. We’re staying,” you informed as if you were a commander at war. You glanced over at the Vegas’ table where Anya hung her arm proudly on Max’s bicep as he made some joke to his table. She threw over a glare at you. No one but you noticed.

You draped an arm on one of JJ’s ridiculously large shoulder pads, nuzzling your nose to his neck. He was still as confused as ever though, but still went along with it, digging his fork into your half-eaten dessert which he later finished.

If Anya wanted a war, you’ll give her one. May the best bitch win.

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Characters: Dean Winchester x black!reader, Geralt x black!reader

Summary: When on a case, the reader bumps into a familiar face.

Warnings: None

A/N: This idea has been in my forever. I’m happy its finally out.

Between the store clerk trying to stare down your blouse and him giving you, Sam, and Dean unnecessary details of the attack here, you were gonna blow your brains out. Dean noticed your frustration and smiled at you. He loved the little pouty look you would get when you were annoyed. It was the same look you gave him when you wanted something from him.

To get away from the clerk’s stare you roamed around the gas station, still intently listening to his story.

“Then some dude who looked like he came straight from Game of Thrones came inside. I thought he was LARPing.”

“LARPing?” Dean repeated looking up from his notepad.

“Live action role playing,” you explained, your fingers dragging over the chips.

The clerk looked at you adoringly. “You know what it is?”

“Yeah,” you sauntered back up to the counter. Time to tease this little sucker. You took a cherry blowpop and unwrapped it. “I do it all the time. My favorite is the professor and the naughty schoolgirl.” You fluttered your eyelashes as you stuck the lollipop in your mouth.

Dean squeezed your hip in warning to cut it out. He didn’t need more reason to knock the kid out. You paid him no mind though. You just continue to smile at the clerk in which you had no doubt probably jizzed in his pants.

Dean slammed the countertop to get the young man’s attention. “Hey, eyes over here. What happened when Jon Snow came in?”

“Umm, he umm, went crazy.” You couldn’t hide your smile as he stumbled over his words. Serves him right for being a little creep. “He started swinging some blade around and killed the three other guys that were here. I thought I was next when we made eye contact, but he walked right pass me.”

Sam asked for the footage for the fight, but just our luck the camera was busted, it was only there for show. Now you had to be here longer listening to the clerk ramble.

“Uh, he’s as tall as you,” the clerk pointed at Dean, “But he’s ripped. More ripped than you,” he pointed at Sam while Dean murmured, he was ripped. “Oh, and his eyes, they were freaky man,”

The three of you traded looks. Maybe you were just dealing with a demon.

“What color were they? Yellow? White? Black?” Sam questioned.

“Yellow, well more like a golden color. You know kinda like Twilight vampire eyes.”

That was odd. None of you dealt with anything with those kind of eyes before. Guess this means this wasn’t gonna be as easy as you thought.

“Oh, and he had long white hair which is weird because he did not look that old at. Maybe it’s a new hipster trend.”

Your head popped up at the mention of the white hair. It couldn’t be him. He’d be dead by now.

Losing all jokiness, you grabbed the clerk by the collar and pulled out the necklace he gave you that you always wore. “Did he wear something like this?”

“Yeah, the same thing, just bigger.” You let him go and smoothed his collar in apology before walking out. You needed air asap.

Sam and Dean soon followed. Neither have seen you get rough with a witness before. “Y/N/N, you okay?” Sam rubbed your back as you tried to catch your breath.

“Yeah, I think I know who our killer is.”

“Kinda figured that out. Care to share with the class?” Dean knew just how to pull you out of that state, being a dick. You couldn’t pass up hitting him.

“Remember when those witches sent me to the past? I think the guy who helped me is the killer.”

Dean snapped his fingers trying to remember the man’s name. “What was his name. Geral- Gerald? No. Geral-”

“Geralt.” You finished for him.

Dean didn’t like how you said his name or how your eyes lightened up. The two of you weren’t a couple, but you were his.

“Wouldn’t he be dead by now?” Sam questioned.

“Time travel.” You simplified for him.

Dean shook his head. “Man, I hate time travel.”  

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The three of you ended up at an abandoned house. You used a hair tie Geralt gave you as a conduit for a tracking spell.

“Geralt, do you have an extra scrunchie?”

“A what?” He asked, looking up at you on Roach as he walked alongside you.

You forgot they didn’t know the term scrunchies. “A hair tie.”

“Why didn’t you just call it that?” He complained.

You rolled your eyes at his grumpiness. “That’s what we call them in the future.”

“Ah. No, I don’t have an extra one. Why do you ask?”

“Because mines broke and I don’t want my braids in my face in this heat.”

Geralt sighed as he undid his. “Here,” he handed you his hair tie.

When you got into town, you bought a new hair tie at the market and you tried to give Geralt’s his, but he insisted on you keeping it. Instead he took the new one.

You surprised it work since it was so flimsy, but you couldn’t use the necklace he gave it to you, because technically it wasn’t his. He had it made for you. It was for his ‘little witcher.’

You opted to lead with your sword instead of your gun. Geralt wouldn’t be shooting at y’all. Plus, the only time you could use it was when you were hunting vamps and you missed swinging this baby through the air.

Quietly, you entered the home. Geralt would be on guard and you didn’t feel like fighting him off.

The three of you split up, in search of him. You really hope that you would find him first and not Sam or Dean. He wouldn’t trust them as easily.

Your hopes were crushed when you heard Dean yell, “Son of a bitch!” Racing down the hall, you and Sam arrived at the same time only to see Dean dodging Geralt’s sword.

“I thought you said he was some sort of hunter?” Sam pointed out Geralt’s black eyes.

“He’s not!”

You screamed out the Witcher’s name, but he didn’t respond. He had to be under someone’s control.

“Don’t shoot him!” You yelled at Dean, who was letting out rounds.

“Well, tell him to stop trying to impale me!” Dean rolled to his side to dodge the sword once more.

The witcher had the hunter backed into a corner with no room to miss his strikes. Before Dean could get stabbed, you blocked Geralt’s sword with yours.

“Geralt! Stop! It’s me!” Geralt’s black eyes held no recognition. It was as if you were another monster.

You’re a total badass but fighting Geralt proved to be exhausting. He was a much better swordsman than you and it didn’t help that you learned from him.

While you were trying to stay alive, a book barely missed your head. Looking in the direction it came from, you saw Jaskier being hemmed up by Sam and Dean.

“Jaskier, did you just throw a fucking book at me!?”

“Y/N?” The bard squinted his eyes, trying to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating you. “It’s you! Thank the heavens! Geralt is in dire need of your help.”

“I can see that!” You gritted, while Geralt had you backed against the wall with your swords crossed.

“Geralt, look it’s Y/N, the woman’s name you’ve been saying in your sleep is here.” He’s been saying your name in his sleep? You were sure he be too caught up with Yennfer.

It didn’t matter though. Geralt still was on attack mode. You were talking to Jaskier, trying to figure out what was happening when Geralt stroke your sword out of your hand with the tip of his near your neck.

Jaskier was forgotten by the boys, now that you were in imminent danger, but you told them to stand down. You knew you could get through to him.

“Geralt, it’s me!” The sound of distress in your voice broke through Geralt. His eyes reverted back to normal, well, normal for him.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The one that got away.  Geralt dropped his sword, shortened the distance between you two by leaning his forehead against yours while cupping your jaw gently. “Y/N,” he whispered against your lips.

His lips took you by surprise. You haven’t felt them against yours since you came back your time. This time it was different. It was more passionate. The eagerness from Geralt let you know that he was seeking familiarity and you were willing to give it.

A throat clearing broke you out the kiss. You turned to see a pissed off Dean, a smug Jaskier, and an uncomfortable Sam. Taking in that sight, you stepped away from Geralt’s embrace.

“Um, Sam, Dean, this is Geralt of Rivia.”

Despite his immediate disdain for the man, Dean introduced himself. “Nice to meet you. I’m Dean Winchester of Lawrence.”

Geralt ticked his head to the side before shaking Dean’s hand. So, this was the idiot that Y/N would groan on about. He never quite understood why the idiot didn’t want to be in a relationship with Y/N. She was smart, beautiful, and a hell of a hunter. He would’ve taken her for himself if only time didn’t separate them.

With introductions over, you got to the meat of it. Geralt explained that someone plucked him, Jaskier, Ciri, and Yennefer out of time, just to use him as a weapon. The rest were used to keep him in line, but after one too many fights with his abductors they found a way to spell him under their control.

“Then why are you with him?” You asked Jaskier.

Jaskier’s face flushed and he looked towards the ground. “They said I was annoying, so they sent me with him.”

You had to contain your laughter, but Geralt did not. Leave it up to Jaskier to annoy his kidnappers to the point they couldn’t stand being around him.

You were getting into the backseat of Baby when Geralt just stood there a little confused. “What are you doing? Get in!” You patted the empty seat and he hesitantly slid in.

“This is small,” Geralt commented as his eyes roamed the vessel. It sort of reminded him of a carriage without the horses.

“Faster than Roach. How is she?” A smile graced your face as you reminisced on the stead. She was the most beautiful horse and as protective over you as Geralt.

“She’s well. She misses you though.” Not as much as him though, Geralt thought.

Nuh huh. This was not gonna happen on his watch. Dean let the freakazoid get one free kiss because he was disoriented, but he be damned if he let him make moves on his woman. “Who the hell is Roach?” Dean asked, looking at the pair of you from his rearview mirror.

“My horse.” Geralt met Dean’s eyes in the mirror but for only a moment.

Dean quirked an eyebrow. “Really? you named your horse after an insect.”

“Dude, you literally named the impala Baby,” Sam slapped his shoulder.

Sam’s comment launched the brothers into an argument about Baby’s name origin. While they were having their silly argument, you leaned up and turned on the radio to drown them out.

Immediately, Jaskier was intrigued by the music coming out. You told him all about the advancements in music and promised him to show him some good music.

Dean caught the tail end of your conversation and asked Jaskier why not start his music lesson now.

Sam and your eyes went to each other. Both of you knew Dean was about to go through his expansive cassette tape collection. Sam put in his headphones while you leaned your head back, getting comfortable for your nap.

You didn’t feel Geralt pull you off Jaskier when your body slumped over on him. You didn’t feel Geralt wrapped his arms around your waist as he leaned your head on him. And you definitely didn’t feel Dean’s hot gaze staring at your conjoined bodies.

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Do you have any stories or figures, etc. (of your creation OR already existent) that you'd like to see adapted into an opera? Who'd the dream cast be and what would it look like, sound like?

I have two stories I wrote in high school that I'd love to see as operas:

For Every Spring--short story about a mother and daughter during the Reign of Terror

Madeleine: Ying Fang

The Mother: Joyce DiDonato

sparse unit set, cross between music of the time period and a quintessential French Romantic style

The Last Testament of a "Monstrous" Condemned Woman-- prison flashback story about rediscovering art, burglary, and murderous arson

The Woman: Marina Rebeka

The Investigator: Gerald Finley

not sure about who to play the smaller characters, it's set at an unspecified point in the mid-to-late 1800s, so look reflects that, sound kinda reflects that but I also envision it as Korngold/Expressionist-esque

(the full text of both stories is below. please keep in mind that these are both at least three and a half years old):

For Every Spring:

March 19, 1794, evening.

“Go on now. Do it.”

The woman’s voice filled her daughter’s ears with that simple command. The daughter was standing with a pair of scissors in one hand, staring into a mirror hung on the otherwise bare wooden wall. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Mama, how much more can this revolution take from me?”

Her mother could hear her daughter’s weariness and despair, and for a moment, felt pity for her, but steeled herself. “You must do it. There is nothing left for me. But perhaps you could still escape.”

“I don’t want to go without you.”

“You must. There is no way I could escape… the revolutionary leaders know me too well. But they wouldn’t recognize you if you dressed in an urchin boy’s rags and had a dirty face.” Mother glanced at her daughter’s shining blonde hair that went almost halfway down her back again and sighed. “The hair, though. In order to look like a boy, you have to cut off your hair. If they see long hair, they’d suspect you’re hiding something…” She shivered. “And they would investigate, and it wouldn’t end well for you.”

“But what if I pulled it back? Tucked it in under my hat?”

“It could fall down. And if they took your hat off and saw a bunch of pulled-back hair…”

“I know, but other than you, my hair is my one joy left.”

“It’ll grow back.”

The young woman paused. She fell into a swirl of memories: how her father had loved her long golden hair, how when she was little, he would toy with it and tell her it was more beautiful than any princess’s, and finally, how the Reign of Terror had brutally claimed him, just like it was about to claim her mother.

Her mother went on, “Your life is more important…” Knowing her daughter was still hesitant, she took the scissors out of her daughter’s hand. “Now hold up your hair so I can cut it.”

The daughter obliged, but at the same time, a single tear trickled down her pale cheek.

Snip.

The first cut, like a dagger to the heart.

Snip-snip-snip-snip-snip…

In just a few minutes, the deed was done. The girl’s long golden locks were scattered all over the bare floor.

Mother turned her around and gazed into the girl’s eyes. She slowly whispered, “You look just like Papa…”

The tears her daughter had tried to hold back burst forth in her grief, and she collapsed in the middle of the cut-off locks of hair, weeping.

“I lost Papa, and now I must lose you! Why must I lose everyone and everything that brings me any happiness?”

The woman took her daughter in her arms as outside in the streets, people cried, “Vive la révolution! Vive Robespierre!” She said, almost under her breath, “You haven’t lost your life like I will tomorrow. You can make it out of the country, and you will, I know. Don’t stay to see me die, or you will too. Remember the plan?”

“Wear the peasant rags. I’ve done that,” she broke off, gesturing at the clothes she was now wearing. She quickly continued, “Dirty your face in the soot. Take the sack of bread, cheese, and money and leave under cover of night. Tell the guards at the city gates that your name is Raoul, and you’re going to see your sick aunt in Calais. Go to Calais; tell the guards there that you’re going to London to see your uncle. Get to London somehow- stow away on a ship if you must, and start over again. Without your mother who cares for you and wants nothing more than-“ She stopped, momentarily unwilling to recite the last part of the instructions her mother had drilled into her head.

But she took a slow, deep breath and finished,“To go with you, but she must be with you from afar, not by your side.” Her body shook with her sobs.

“Yes,” her mother replied. Now she was crying too. “But take heart, my child, and remember I love you more than the sun and the moon and the stars and the whole world.” She sighed. “Madeleine…”

“Yes, Mama?”

“I wish it didn’t have to end this way.”

“Me too.”

Now it was raining outside, and it was dark. The only light came from the half-moon shimmering in the black sky. It was silent now except for their weeping.

At last, Madeleine said, “It’s raining. See? The sky is crying because of your death.”

“No,” her mother firmly replied, not wanting to hear of any pity. “The sky is not crying- not for me, not for you, not for anyone. It is merely raining, my child. Spring is coming, don’t you remember?”

“Yes, but for every spring…” Madeleine did not dare say the second part of the saying she had heard about spring.

Mama sighed and finished it for her, “A winter melts away.” She shivered and continued, “I am the winter. I have lived a long life, I am old, I am about to die.”

Madeleine wept.

“But you- you are the spring, so young, so beautiful, with such a bright future ahead. Go and live. Do not stay to see me die.”

Madeleine, still crying, sat by her mother, and her mother took her into her arms. They held on to each other, not wanting to ever let go, though they both knew inside that sometime, they would have to let go of each other- forever.

At last, Mother whispered, “Go, my child.” She let go.

Madeleine grabbed the sack and was almost out the window before she looked back at her mother for the last time. She whispered, “I love you, Mama.”

The response, softly spoken through quiet tears, was simple. “I love you too. Goodbye.”

Madeleine slipped out the window.

Some time later, a church bell chimed midnight. “The beginning of a new day, a new spring. Today is the first day of spring,” she thought.

At last, she whispered into the air, to her daughter, wherever she was now,

“For every spring, a winter melts away. But please, Madeleine, do not think about the winter melting… ”

The Last Testament of A "Monstrous" Condemned Woman:

“The Venetian government sent me here.”

The man faced me, with a look that could best be described as a mix of utter contempt and bewildered curiosity, but still managing to be very official, on his face.

“Why? Do they usually do this to prisoners awaiting their imminent execution?”

“No,” he replied very sharply. “They sent me here because even after the questioning and your trial, they still do not understand why you did everything that you did. And your crimes- they are sensational, to say the least. Your trial had the whole city in an uproar. And, mia piccina,” he added with disdain, “that is a very hard thing to do in such a city as Venice. So before you are executed at dawn, they want to know why-why you caused such destruction so heartlessly, why you took so many lives like a hardened assassin.”

“Heartless? A hardened assassin?” I just managed to get out the words. “No, no. You do not understand. The reason I did not talk is because they would not listen. They saw a monster. That is all they saw, just like I know you see me now.”

“Do you not want to preserve your own story before you die?”

His words startled me. And then I realized it: This is my only chance to show them that I am no monster.

“Very well, then,” I replied. “I will tell you everything.”

Without looking at me, he reached into his bag, pulling out a notepad and a pen and setting the pad on his lap. After that, with eyes still averted, he told me, “You talk, I take notes. Begin now, for dawn will come before long.”

“I was born in the English countryside, the only child of a scholar who had come into some wealth thanks to his marriage to the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in all England. Throughout my childhood, I was constantly exposed to all sorts of wonderful thoughts and books and ideas because many scholars would come and share their thoughts on every subject imaginable. My father was always one of the ones who talked the most- he knew so much, and he always wanted to learn more, to discover more-”

“Will you please stop wasting time and get to the point?”

“That was just what I was doing,” I snapped back. “Anyway, he was very ambitious. As time went on, I became more interested in art than anything else. I could not draw, paint, or sculpt to save my life, but I marveled at its beauty, the way some people were just able to recreate something out there in the world, and I wanted to understand how they did it. And there was another aspect of it, too, that fascinated me: there would be scholars that came from Paris, from Rome, from the Netherlands to share these great lost artworks that they had rediscovered, and to tell how they had become renowned for finding these artworks, how the art would be preserved for eternity and so would they, for the simple reason that after all these years, they had found these masterpieces and given them new life. And I? I wanted to do just that too.”

At that moment, I noticed him hurriedly writing, trying to keep up with everything I was saying.

“I can wait for you to finish writing,” I offered.

He nodded, and for several seconds, I said nothing as he finished his notes.

“So what does this have to do with you coming to Venice?” he eventually asked.

“Well, the time came when my father passed away. When he died, he left his entire estate to me, including all of the books in his library. I had never seen many of them- he never let me read them, because they were too precious. But he promised me that when I inherited the estate, I could read as many of the books as I wished.”

“Those books,” I continued, “became my way of healing from the grief. To read the same books that my father had studied from somehow felt like a way of being near him, and that eased the pain. I spent almost every waking hour exploring the library, reading and then reading some more.”

I paused, and a thought shot through me: This is the moment you set down this road of sorrow. I shook it off though, and went on:

“One night, I was browsing through the shelves when I came across a set of eight dusty old books. They were all about Italian artists from the Late Middle Ages and the Renaissance. I can hardly describe to you the effect of these books. They had a massive effect on me, but not for the reason you think.”

“Well then, what was the reason?”

“The front cover of each book had a most interesting thing written in it. Together, they seemed to make up a series of instructions for finding a lost artwork. And those instructions were thus:

‘The city of the winged lion has many secrets yet to give up,

Including one by one not older, but younger.

A fire blazing in the Palazzo Ducale

Took the lives of many masterpieces,

And this was thought to be one of them.

But a saint still lives, preserved in that palace,

Old but still preserved, and still preserving,

Francesco’s St. Jerome writes, though he is asleep, and does not die!’

Now I knew enough to know this: the city of the winged lion is Venice, and the fire was the great Doge’s Palace fire in the late 1500s. The “younger” was almost certainly Palma il Giovane, who was the great-nephew of Palma Vecchio, a good enough painter, and who painted extensively for a Francesco, Duke Francesco Maria II of Urbino. It was known that Palma had painted St. Jerome for Francesco, but everyone assumed that the painting had been lost. And as soon as I figured all of this out, I thought, ‘What if this could be the great discovery I have hoped to make?’ You understand, I was very ambitious, and at that moment I resolved to find it, no matter what.”

“Let me get this straight. You pieced together some handwritten sentences, thought overly hard about their implications, and decided to go and do whatever it took to get this precious painting?”

“Exactly.”

“You are British, yes? You are just like Lady Macbeth! You get a hint of an idea, and you murder anyone who stands in the way of you!”

“No. I never planned on murdering anyone, I swear! Now if you would just be quiet, I would get to that!”

Silence. I shook my head, and went on:

“The next day, with nothing but two hundred pounds, a sack of food and water, and the instructions copied onto a sheet- you see, I wasn’t planning on staying in Venice- I left home, and went to London. And from there I traveled on, first to Le Havre, then to Paris-”

“No one needs to know your travel itinerary.”

At that moment, a church bell chimed twice.

“It’s summer, and dawn will be here before too long,” the man advised. “Now I suggest you stop wasting your last hours and skip to you getting to Venice and exactly why you did what you did here. You don’t have much time left to tell your story, you know.” He seemed not so much impatient now as considerate, as if he were genuinely interested in what I was telling him.

“Fine. Anyway, I arrived in Venice, and I immediately set out for the Doge’s Palace. When I got there, it took me forever to find the painting, especially because I had no idea what it actually would look like. No one knew anything about the dimensions or the medium or what it looked like because it had been lost for so long. But everyone was saying that it had been called a masterpiece in its day, that it would be a major find. And that was what kept me going during those hard days and nights of searching. And at last, I found it inside one of the private rooms once used by the Doges of Venice.”

“So you found it. Congratulations. And how did you get here?”

“I wanted to return home, to my books, and bring the painting with me. I was planning to study the painting and only then reveal to the world what I found. But there was a problem, one I had not anticipated.”

“And what was that, mia piccina?” He no longer said it condescendingly, but as if he genuinely cared about everything I had gone through.

“I had no money left, no money to return home, and no way of getting any money, or at least, I did not think I had a way of getting any money.”

I shuddered with remorse now, thinking of where I had gotten the idea.

“Later on, I was roaming the streets, thinking about what I could do in order to get back home. At first, I was thinking of begging, but I thought that was weak. I am not a victim, and I would not allow myself to be weak like that. And then, I saw a jewelry house, with many fine jewels in the windows, the most and the finest diamonds by far I had ever seen! And the store- it was called the Salvadori Diamond Atelier, I believe- was not even guarded! Even though it had all these wonderful jewels worth thousands, thousands of pounds, I tell you!” I cried.

His brows had furrowed, and I knew what he was thinking now.

“Sir, sir, I feel so much remorse for this, it’s true, but when I saw all those lovely diamonds, I could not help but think, ‘This is my way to get money, to go home at last and someday show the world what I have accomplished, and fulfill my ambition.’ And I resolved to steal as many diamonds as I could that very night, so I could sell them for money.”

No, no, no. I cannot bear to tell this… but all of Venice already knows this…and I must tell this…oh God, but it haunts me so much…

My face must have gone pale, because the man asked, “Are you ill? Do you need to rest?”

“No, I just feel so, so guilty and horrified by what I am about to tell you…” I took a deep breath. “But I must tell you anyway.”

“That night, it happened to be a new moon, and the full darkness of the sky covered me. I felt so confident that everything would go according to plan. I would get in, take some diamonds, and leave Venice at once.”

“And indeed,” I continued, “at first, everything went according to plan. There was a door in the back, a very small door, that had been left unlocked. I slipped inside and slowly felt my way into the shop until I found the glass cases. And that was the point when things started going awry: I had found a pin, and since I had been taught how to trick a lock using a pin, I thought that I could simply use the pin, unlock the case, and stuff the jewels inside my bag. But the pin did not work- I don’t know whether the lock was very special or whether I just performed the trick wrong. It wouldn’t open though, so I had to resort to smashing the glass.”

“Let me guess,” he said, looking up from his notes. “Someone heard, and started shouting for the police?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know, because of how concentrated I was on my work, although that is probably it. But in any case, the police arrived, and in that moment, I realized that if I was caught, then I would be arrested and likely never return to England again. And I also realized that there was no way for me to make it to that small door unseen. But there was still another option.”

“What was it?” Now he was leaning forward.

I panicked inside. Please, I want to go back in time somehow, make it so I never did this, so that I never caused so much pain, which I never wanted to do…

“There was a small oil lamp with a flame inside the case, some wood that had broken off the case frame, and a jar of oil. And I realized that a fire would cause confusion, during which I could possibly escape. So,” I shut my eyes and said as fast as possible, “I poured the oil onto the wood, dropped the lamp on top, yelled ‘You will die before you discover me!’, and ran out of the shop, to the streets, and as I ran, I saw the whole building burst into flames and I heard screams, screams of officers burning, burning to death. Those screams, they haunt me still, even after all these weeks in prison and in court. And I smelled their flesh burning, and I relished it at first, knowing I had made it out.” And I realized I was shaking, and yes, starting to feel sick.

“But you seem so full of pain and remorse now,” the man said, confused.

“Just a few minutes later, I ran into another officer. The sight of him made me realize what I had done- I had killed innocent men just for money…” I was crying now, but I knew I still had to finish. So I continued, “At that moment, my conscience overwhelmed me for the first time ever, and I started weeping, just as I am now, and started screaming about how I had burned a group of officers in the Salvadori Diamond Atelier to death. The officer was confused, but I led him there, and showed him- the burning building, the people screaming, the firemen bringing out the bodies of dead officers. And then he arrested me right then and there.”

I fell silent. I have nothing left to say.

The man looked at me. “Do you have anything else you want to tell me?”

Through my tears, I choked out, “No, the rest of the story, you already know it…the trial, my sentencing to death…I just want it all to end. I never wanted any of this, and now I just want it to end, to spare the world any more horror I could cause…You see, the world is right- I am a monster…” Again, I fell silent.

“It is a strange thing, life,” he observed. “So many times, good people are driven to do unspeakable things which they never would have dreamed of doing except in the moment they did them. And for that, they are unjustly called monsters, for that one black blemish in an otherwise good life, and they are condemned to eternal damnation in the minds of the world, to be forever called a monster. Most of the time, the condemned do not speak.”

The cell door opened.

“Dawn breaks,” the jailer said. “And with it, your monstrous life ends.”

“-But you have broken the silence. You are very brave and strong to do that. That man will soon realize, like the rest of the world will, like I already know, that you are not a monster.”

“Now I must leave, for the hour of your death has come. Remember, you might die to expiate what the world has labeled you a monster for, but soon, your legacy will be realized for what it actually is. Go. Hold your head high. You have suffered much, but you do not deserve to suffer forever, and you will not suffer forever. Goodbye, mia piccina.”

And with that, he left. I rose, and surrendered to the jailer.

That black blemish he spoke of, I thought to myself as I walked with the jailer, will never be excusable. But it is not everything I am. And the world will know it is not everything I am.

Suddenly emboldened by this thought, I raised my head and held it high.

I know that I will find redemption somehow, for the world cannot truthfully say now that this is all I am. For I have said otherwise.

Now I am ready to die.

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What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 7- The Day That Was

Summary: Five has popped in from nowhere, yet again. Now you, Diego, Five, and Allison are on the hunt for an important file.

Masterlist - where all the other chapters are⚔️

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“Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?” Questions Diego, bewildered at the random insignificant name Five just handed Allison on a folded piece of paper. Five glances up at the six of you, who are all gathered around Allison in various states of befuddlement. He lets out a short huff before taking one more sip of coffee, promptly chucking it behind him where it soars across the room forgotten and out of sight.

“I don’t know...yet. But I know that he’s responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now.” Explains Five, setting up a new plan of attack.

“How is he connected to what’s gonna happen?” Wonders Luther doubtfully.

 “I don’t know.” Answers Five, Diego cutting in with his own questions, “Wait so you just know his name? That’s it?”

“That’s enough.” Assures Five to the rest of you. You let out a snort, amused by his ready-to-go vagueness.

“There are probably dozens of Harold Jenkins in the city.” Adds Diego, making a compelling point, how are you guys supposed to find one guy within the giant populous of the city?

“Well, we better start looking, then.” You deadpan, not thrilled with the idea of playing a game of Where’s Waldo.

Five then goes on to fully explain the reasoning and valuable information about how he came to the conclusion of Harold Jenkins causing the apocalypse. Further diving more in depth about his former employer and what the Commission is, as well as what it does, which is to protect and maintain the timeline. It’s a large informational dump, but it does clear up more about who Hazel and Cha-Cha are. As well as what they do, so they’re timetraveling assassins who help keep the timeline in order. And you already thought your life was weird enough.

Five finishes his little rant, the rest of you all beginning to speak out at once, rambling on with more opinions and unnecessary questions. Allison commenting on how completely insane everything he just said sounds. Five’s head snaps up at that, “You know what else is insane? I look like a 13 year old boy. Klaus talks to the dead, Y/N can get shot in the head and come back to life, and Luther thinks he’s fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been.” You nod at that, Klaus adding his two cents from his spot laying on the couch, “He’s got a point there.”

“We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living it. For the next three days, anyway.” Five ends with, hoping everyone will see the importance of sticking together. “But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died. Why is this time any different? Why shouldn’t I go home to my daughter?” Worries Allison.

“Because this time, I’m here. We have the name of the man responsible. Guys, we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people. Including Claire.” Replies Five, a new determination pushing him forward. Allison’s eyebrows furrow in thought, “You know her name?”

“I do, and I’d like to live long enough to meet her.” Five tells her honestly.

“All right. Let’s get this bastard.” She agrees, walking closer to Five. “You had me at Gerald Jenkins.” Says Diego, you roll your eyes, Five correcting him “Harold Jenkins.”

“Whatever it is. Too many people have been killed his week, let’s not lose anyone else.” You add, walking towards the door.

“You, Luther?” Five says, surprised that Luther hasn’t joined the band wagon yet. “Yeah, you go. I’m gonna stay and go through Dad’s files. I still think this has something to do with why he sent me to the Moon.” Luther tells all of you, his mind still dead set on the Moon and why he was sent there. You roll your eyes, Diego speaking up at Luther’s unwillingness to help, “Seriously? Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and Dad?”

“No. “Watch for threats.” That’s what he told me. You think that’s a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow.” Luther explains while looking to each of you expectantly. “No, we should all stick together.” Allison reasons, trying to get Luther to see the light. “We don’t have time for this.” You groan while reaching out to touch Diego’s arm, you just really want to leave and get on with things.

“Let’s roll. I know where we can find this asshole. Klaus, you’re with me and Y/N.” Beckons Diego, nodding for him to follow. 

“Yeah. I...I’m good. I think I’ll, uh...I think I’ll pass,” He says from the couch while waving him off, “I’m feeling a little under the weather, so..uh...” He trails off, getting up and walking past you, Diego, and Five.

 Diego and Five look to you for an answer as Klaus walks away and out of sight, you just shrug your shoulders, “The worlds a rainstorm and he’s but a tiny rain forest ant.....I don’t know, lets just leave.” You tell them with a sigh as you start walking towards the front door, the two of them following.

“When did you get all metaphorical?” Says Five.

“Since today.”

“That’s right my babes a smart one.”

“Someone has to be...and Diego it’s not gonna be you.” Five lets out a choked laugh at your teasing comment.

“I’ve missed you guys.”

——

Surprisingly enough, Diego had the right idea when it came to finding this Harold Jenkins guy at the police station. They have all the records of almost everyone in the whole city, so Jenkins record has to be here.

Diego pulls up to the side of the building, while you look out the window at the bustling city life, thinking to yourself about how none of these people could even begin to dream of the life you live. They’re all blissfully oblivious to that fact that the actual apocalypse is supposed to be coming in a couple days. None of them have a goddamn clue. They don’t know what it’s like to die, or what a heartbeat sounds like in the chest of a terrified teenage robber. They’ll never know what it feels like to look at their own reflection in a bullet, as it flies past their head. When it seems like time is rolling in slow motion, and you’re the only one fast enough to react. They have no idea, and they’ll never carry the memories of taking another humans life. But no life you have ended was ever innocent, and the world can sleep a little easier with the loss of another rapist or murderer gone from the streets.

You stay silent as Diego and Five start talking about this Jenkins guy. “I know this Jenkins dude has to have a record. We gotta get our hands on his file.” States Diego, but you do wonder how he’s gonna pull this off.

“And your plan is to what? Waltz in there and just ask for it?” Sasses Allison, doubtful about Diego’s confidence.

“I know the station like the back of my hand, sis. I’ve spent a lot of time inside.” You snort at that, “Behind bars or handcuffed.” He glares at you through the front mirror, you just smile sweetly at him.

“Whatever. Here’s the plan.”

“Plan? I’m just gonna blink in and get the file.” Five says matter-of-factly. Diego shakes his head, “No, that’s not...You don’t know the ins and outs of this place, okay?” Diego jabs defensively.

“I literally just did this yesterday.”

“What.”

“My yesterday, not your yesterday. It’ll take me two seconds. Why don’t I just go?” Argues Five clearly confused as to why Diego is being difficult about this simple task.

“Listen to me. You are not going in there. I made a call. That’s what a leader does. He leads.”

“Okay then Mr. Leader, get the damn file.” You grumble, wanting to get on with the day, considering there’s only three left. He gives you another fake mirror glare, before opening the door and getting out.

——

While Diego is off and away, getting that file, you’re currently leaned against a marble wall of some giant building, Five doing the same to your left. The both of you listening to Allison’s attempt at calling Vanya, who doesn’t appear to want to answer. Finally Diego walks around the corner, “So?” Asks Five pulling himself off the wall.

“You’re welcome.” He says while Allison snatches the file out of his hand. Suddenly her eyes go wide, “Holy shit.” She exclaims, taken aback by whatever she’s looking at.

“What?” You question, leaning in closer to see what the big deal is.

Allison turns the file around so the three of you can see the photograph of a man, “Harold Jenkins is Leonard Peabody.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “Am I supposed to know who the fuck that is?” 

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It feels like you’re playing a game of clue or something of that nature, the file leading the four of you to Harold/Leonard’s house in some suburban neighborhood. You all get out of the car, making your way up to the front porch. “Be careful, okay? We don’t know what Peabody’s capable of.” Warns Allison in that concerned motherly tone of hers, it’s almost comforting.

“Yeah, he didn’t seem dangerous when I first saw him. Looked kinda scrawny.” Replies Diego taking the lead up to the house.

“Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murders.” Allison adds, you laugh at the irony. “Exactly, I mean look at Five.” You tell them, Five gives you a half offended look while muttering a short, “Thanks.”

Five and Diego continue their way up and onto the front porch, slowly walking towards the door. As they’re doing this, Allison goes to the right, heading for the back entrance. You pause on the sidewalk, right in front of the house, while looking up at the roof where you spot a window into the upstairs bedroom, bingo. Crouching down ever so slightly, you spring up, hurling your arms upwards for more momentum as you launch yourself onto the roof. And she lands a perfect 10, outstanding, you think chuckling to yourself. Both Diego and Five completely unaware of yours and Allison’s absence, you continue to the upstairs window. The window’s locked but like that’s going to stop you, you grip the bottom of it and push up, snapping off the lock as you lift it. Giving yourself access into the house, you stick a leg in, ducking under as you make your way inside. It’s clean enough, and best part, there’s no house alarm. You have a look around at your current surroundings, nothing seemingly out of the ordinary that would raise any alarm bells, in fact the place is kind of a bore if your being honest.

Walking down the wooden stairs you see Allison and Five making their way towards the front door to unlock it for Diego. A second later Diego comes bursting through the glass, crashing into the floor and making a nice mess in the process. “Subtle.” Comments Allison looking down at him. Five walks over to the door handle, turning the knob and opening it, “You know, the door was unlocked.” He tells him. You make it to the first step, watching in amusement as Diego picks himself up, “Dramatic, as per usual.” You quip, Five and Allison snickering as Diego just grumbles, “Yeah, well, my way works just fine.”

He stands up, flicking loose pieces of glass stuck to his jacket, “Spread out. Yell if you, uh.... you know, you’re in trouble.” He sighs, walking away and into the living room.

“Ah, inspiring leadership.” Comments Five bluntly. “One of the greats.” Adds Allison as the three of you watch him limp away.

“If we ever have kids, I hope they’re not that stupid.” You mutter, Allison lets out a loud laugh as she turns to you, her face breaking out into an amused smile. Five just shakes his head with a tiny smirk lacing his boyish features, he then moves to walk away and into another room.

You shrug, walking back up the stairs, Allison trailing behind you. She searches in some guest room, as you slowly walk down the short hallway, your nose catching the scent of something odd, you look up. The attic door, “Well this has never let me down in any horror movie. There’s gotta be some creepy shit up here.” You mumble to yourself, incredibly curious as to what you may find. Reaching your arm up, you grab the dangling handle, firmly pulling down the retractable steps. Letting curiosity take the better of you, you march up the wooden step-ladder, only for your eyes to land on the entirety of the Umbrella Academy in its prime. All your faces scratched where the eyes should be, plus a multitude of figurines, some of which are broken and melted. Definitely not weird or anything, totally normal.

“Guys, you’re not gonna believe the weird-ass shit I just found!” You shout down to them, excited about your creepy horror movie like find. You can hear the thumping of their shoes as they all race to where you are from their various spots in the house. Allison peaking her head up first, the others following suit. They all stand around behind you, taking in their peculiar new surroundings.

“All our faces are burnt off.” Says Allison, freaked out and bewildered by this wild discovery.

“Well, that’s not creepy. This guys got some serious issues.” Mumbles Diego, who’s leaning down to get a better view of the damage.

“I was hoping our breaking and entering would lead to something interesting, I didn’t exactly have weird-man-child-obsessed-with-childhood-heroes in mind.” You muse, picking up a half melted figurine of yourself. Your face scrunches up into a grimace at the ugly sight, you then turn to face the others, gaining their attention.

“Look. Mine even has orange eyes. Special Edition Number Eight.”

“That’s nice Y/N. Mine doesn’t have a head.” Retorts Diego.

“Five you still look like your figurine, it’s like a freaky spitting image.”

“My hair looks better.”

“Amen brother.”

“Y/N I can’t say the same for yours..ah don’t hit me I’m kidding.”

“This was never about Vanya. This was about us.” Exclaims Allison, getting more disgusted by the second as she quickly gathers the attention of the three of you. 

Without warning Five falls to the floor, making a loud thud. You all turn in concern, “Five. What...” Allison trails off, getting down on her knees to better assess the situation, you set your half melted Special Edition self down on the shelf, turning to do the same but on Five’s left. Your eyes catch a deep red stained to his fingers. A subtle whiff of blood dissipating off of Five.

You lift up his uniform shirt to better see the damage, he’s got a nasty piece of metal shrapnel stuck in his side. “Jesus, Five.” Whispers Diego, concern lacing every word.

“Five what the fuck, I was wondering why I could smell blood on the way here.” You glance at Allison for a fraction of a second, she thankfully doesn’t catch what that glance was implying, you’d be laughing at the thought if not for the current situation. Five just groans, “You have to keep going. So...close.” He whispers, passing out once again. 

“Five. Five!” Allison shouts as the both of you try and shake him awake. It’s no use, he’s to exhausted.

“Well, shit.” You add dryly, positioning yourself to lift Five’s unconscious body up.

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Diego holds open the Academy’s door as you quickly make your way inside, holding a barely conscious Five in your strong arms. Allison and Diego right behind you, “We should have taken him to the hospital.” She whisper yells.

“A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions.” Five mutters tiredly, as a stream of blood runs out the side of his mouth.

“Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins’ attic.” Presses Allison, making a solid point. You finally reach the living room couch, laying Five down as gently as you possibly can.

“He’s still losing a lot of blood. What do we do? We gotta get the shrapnel out.” Worries Allison, looking to you for guidance. Diego randomly walks past the two of you, seemingly abandoning ship, nope he’s just found Grace who’s apparently fixed and about to walk up the stairs.

“Diego, where are you going?” Allison calls after him, but he completely ignores her.

“Fuck Diego, we don’t have time for this. I’ll get the medical stuff...just uh...keep the old guy awake. I’ll be right back.”

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You’re leaning against Five’s wardrobe as Grace puts a fresh bandage on his wound. Your mind flashes to the times when she would have to do the same thing to you, after countless dangerous missions. Although she would actually just be painfully dislodging the shrapnel, doing her best to be as gentle as she possibly could. Those metal and glass pieces would have left you for dead, if not for your miraculous healing capabilities.

Diego leans against the door frame as Allison walks up behind him. “Anything?”

“There’s no answer at Vanya’s place. And the receptionist at her music school said she was a no-show for her lessons today.” Replies Allison, nervous as to where her sister could be.

You turn around to face them, as they both walk into the hallway. You keenly notice how Diego’s face looks almost slightly startled to see Grace up and active after what he did.

“D, you okay?” You whisper walking closer to him and Allison. “Yeah. I don’t know, it’s just surreal seeing her. I just wanna tell her that I’m s...” he doesn’t let himself finish, not wanting to reveal any important details that Allison is unaware about, “We don’t have enough time. We gotta go.” He says, turning for the stairs. “I don’t know, Diego. Five is laying there, unconscious. We need him.” Pleads Allison, holding Diego from taking off just yet.

“We can do this ourselves.” He says, his voice laced with determination. Crossing your arms you take a deep breath, “We did that already, remember? Long story short, we all died.” You sass, also wanting to stay and wait for Five.

“I’m thinking I should go back and see Claire before...” Starts Allison, Diego cutting her off, “You can’t run away from this, Allison. That’s what started this whole mess in the first place.” Diego pauses for a moment sighing, “Luther was right.” He admits, both you and Allison giving him a look. She scoffs, surprised, “I didn’t think I would ever hear you say those words.” He gives an apprehensive smile, “Yeah, well... we gotta stick together.”

You nod towards him, “Alright, hot stuff. Where do we start.” You ask him. He flashes you a small smile, “There’s no other addresses in the file, but there is another relation listed. Jenkins’ grandmother. She lived near Jackpine Road.” He explains turning to walk down the steps, you and Allison following suit. 

“You think he took her there?” She wonders.

 “I wouldn’t mind a late night drive, it’s a good enough place to start anyways.” You conclude as the three of you make your way through the Academy and out the front gate.

Continuing your way into the street, “Nope. Come on, this way.” Diego says, pulling you in the opposite direction of two police cars sitting further down the street. “Wait, but the cars back that way?” Allison says, troubled as to why Diego refuses to go in that direction.

 “Trust me, okay. Come on.” He quickly says, walking briskly away from the cruisers, you lightly touch his right arm, quickening your own steps.

 “What’s up with the cops?” You whisper, he doesn’t look at you.

“They think I killed Patch. Because of all the evidence and all my finger prints were on everything.” He mumbles, your brows furrow in frustration, “What the hell? But I was there too? Guess I didn’t touch anything.” You state puzzled, just as blue and red lights begin flashing behind the three of you.

“We’re gonna have to split up, okay. I’m in charge. Remember Vanya needs you two.” He tells you, his face showing deep worry. Why must things always go wrong?

You grab his hand, holding it tight, “Don’t say or do anything stupid, okay?” You warn him, as Allison turns to quickly flee the scene. You squeeze his hand, “I love you.” You whisper quickly, before jogging away from the cop cars, as you hustle after Allison. You can hear him mumble a quiet “Love you too” as the police cars speed into view. You glance back, your heart stinging when handcuffs are forcefully placed on his wrists. Guns drawn on him, you’d love to kick those pistols right out of their grasp. But alas, you push onward, getting into the passenger seat as Allison starts the engine, taking off down the avenue and towards this house out in buttfuck nowhere. This whole evening has had quit the turn of events.

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Shoutout To My Ex 2

Title: Shoutout To My Ex 2

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You start dating G-Eazy after breaking up with Colson, but after hearing he had an accident and he was in hospital, you rush over to see him, with your new boyfriend, resulting in a somewhat awkward situation in the hospital when your new partners realize you two are still not over each other.

Word count: 1224

Part 1

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It took you so long to let go of the grudge you were holding against Chantel and Colson, and to crawl out of the little hole you've built for yourself to just exist in. Meeting Gerald and spending time with him got you out of feeling sorry for yourself, of feeling like it was something you did that made Colson want to cheat on you. You spent your time asking yourself what you did to make him want to do something like that, or maybe it was something you said. Because to you, a drunk person was in a way at their most honest, and that's the time their inner feelings emerge and they act according to that and not their head. It was only when you started coming out into the world of socialising again did it hit you that you were not the problem. That you should not be blaming yourself that the man you loved not only ended up in another woman's bed, but also made her his girlfriend. So why couldn't you get Colson out of your head? Why is he still the first thing you think about when you wake up, and the last image that passes your mind before falling asleep? 

You should be sticking to what you said, being gone for good. Colson didn't really spend his days asking for you to forgive him, he was instead spending time with his new boo. And in reality that wouldn't change anything if he did. You're too stubborn to even listen to him, but in the back of your mind, you wished he at least tried. You really cared about Gerald and you knew he cared about you, so you spent a lot of time focusing on getting Colson out of your head and filling it with your music and your boyfriend. But Colson's face would always somehow manage to cloud your vision and at the same time give you a bundle on inspiration. And that irritated you more than anything, that the one guy you wanted to hate the most was the reason behind some of your best songs. But you didn't really know how much you were still in love with him until one night, when you received a call from an unknown number. You were in the shower at the moment, and since you had absolutely nothing to hide from Gerald, you told him to answer it.

If only you didn't. When you walked our of the shower, you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. Putting away the towel you were drying your hair with, you kneeled in front of him, worry in your gaze as you asked him what was going on. He looked at you with a strange look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher before telling you something that made your blood freeze and your eyes widen. Your heart started beating like crazy.

"Colson had a car accident, he's in the hospital now. His condition is critical."

Watching the change in your features along with how fast you were on your feet, getting ready to go and see him made Gerald think about the phone conversation he had previously, with Chantel. She was the one to call your phone while you were in the shower and told Gerald the news. But she didn't exactly tell him the same thing je told you. Colson's condition wasn't critical, he was knocked unconscious, but he was gonna be fine, with just a few cuts and bruises. The reason why she told your boyfriend to change the story was to show him that you were still in love with Colson.

"The two of them are still in love with each other and are failing miserably to fall in love with us. I'm calling only because as Colson was coming back to consciousness, out of all the names he could have said, he called out to Y/N. I feel terrible for being half of the reason why they ended their relationship, but if this works and you see that she's still in love with him by her actions, we should probably stop fooling ourselves with thinking that they will love us more than each other."

Those words played inside his head, as he had memorized them. He knew that you might still have feelings for your ex, but this confirmed for him that not even you were aware just how in love you still are. The car ride was silent and as soon as you entered the hospital, you were rushing towards the doctors, asking if Colson was gonna be alright. After they confirmed that he's gonna be fine, you sunk into one of the chairs in the waiting room, Chantel giving a meaningful glare to Gerald, who sat down next to you. He suggested that you two go home since now you know he's gonna be fine to which you quickly protested, saying that you were not leaving until they let you see him.

"You're still in love with him."

You shift your gaze at your boyfriend, who raised his eyebrows and nodded at you. That was when realisation of your behaviour hit you and you began explaining yourself to him. But Gerald  grabbed your hands, and shook his head slowly, telling you that you had nothing to explain yourself for. He already knew this would happen, but he just wished it didn't, or maybe that he was more ready for it when it did arrive. Chantel had already talked to Colson and told him that it's for the best that they end things, and that he should go back to pursuing you and asked your forgiveness, before exiting the hospital. You didn't want to lose Gerald and tears were streaming down your face as you apologise to him, telling him that you never wanted to hurt him.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. You can never lose me, I love you too much to let you go. But I know your heart belongs to him, so it's better for me to step back and let you be with the man you love. Perhaps he's the one who's gonna change your policy on never forgiving a cheating. Considering how much you still live him. Go be with him."

You gave Gerald a big hug, thanking him for his big heart and everything you two lived through before he also left and you were informed that you can enter the patients room now. As you did, Colson tried lifting himself up in the bed, but when he winced in pain, you were quickly by his side, and he gently took your hand in his.

"Im so sorry baby girl. You mean the absolute world to me and I love you more than anything in the world. If you agree to give us another shot, I promise to do my best to gain your trust again."

You smiled at him, before leaning in, and pressing your lips to his. A sigh of relief left Colson's lips before you both chuckle at your next words and he pulls you in for another kiss and a hug.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. I guess you're my fucking kryptonite after all. I love you too, always have, always will."

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I hope I did you guys justice with this one, I kinda like it a lot myself, not to brag, and I hope you guys like it too <3

I don't know why, but on my phone it keeps telling me that people liked my photo post even though it's a text post. I hope you guys can see it correctly and it's the first time I've added a link for another part over the app, I usually use my Mac for doing imagines, but I'm trying to get used to the app too, so I hope it's all good 😂❤️

Another MGK request and another part of another fic and I can go back to the ask box and finally work on some Diego Tinoco 😍😍