#I think my mojo is coming back slowly

[chukys-mouthguard]

prompts 15 and 20 w mat barzal, fluff heavy pretty pleaseeee

Prompts: “why can’t i say no to you?” + “you have me all wrapped around your finger”

Note: idk why my brain went here, but this is what instantly popped in my head with these prompts, hopefully the fluffiness translates with how i wrote this 🫶🏼

“Mat pleaseeeee!” 

You begged with your boyfriend as he playfully plugged his ears, pretending not hear you as he ignored the question you’d just asked of him. 

“Absolutely not, I don’t know where you got the idea, but it’s not happening. Think of something else.” 

Pouting was your next idea to try and convince him, though it seemed this would be harder than usual. 

The disagreement in question was over your idea for a couples Halloween costume. Mat usually the one to come up with the ideas, but this year you beat him to it. Having an idea already in your back pocket. 

The costume idea in question? Barbie and Ken. You thought it would be cute, picturing Mat wearing the Mojo Minx coat showing off his abs. But he immediately turned it down. You’d followed up with roller blading Ken, to which he actually cackled. And slowly but surely you were running out of Ken options. 

But you weren’t backing down. Determined to win the battle and get him to dress as Ken. 

“Babe…babyyy” 

Wrapping your arms around his waist as he’d begun cooking dinner for the two of you, he simply hummed a response urging you to continue. 

“It’s just, you always pick our costumes. And, I never can come up with good ideas. So, I thought of one and was so excited. But, you hate it. I guess you can be the one to pick our costume, yet again.” 

Your tone whiney and discouraged as he sighed, letting you know that you’d broken down his walls. 

“I don’t hate it…I just. I don’t like either of the options you showed me. I wanna feel comfortable and confident in the costume babe. That’s all.” 

He turned around in your arms to face you, a soft smile on his lips as he lifted your chin to make you look at him. “Hey, cheer up babe. We’ve got plenty of time until Halloween, we will think of something.” 

Now it was your turn to sigh, really turn up the act if you were gonna get him to crumble. 

“Yeah, I guess. I just thought I’d come up with a good idea was all…” your voice trailing off as you started to walk away, grabbing your phone from the island as you plopped down on the couch. 

“God damnit-“ 

You heard Mat mumble under his breath as he slowly dragged his feet and made his way over to the couch.  “What other outfits does Ken wear? Is there something a little more casual compared to the neon roller skating outfit. Or that freaking fur coat?” 

Mat laughed as a big smile came across your lips, “so you’ll do it?!” 

“Only if we can find something I can agree to. Go on, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of outfit photos saved to your phone let’s see.” 

Scooting closer to him you opened up your Pinterest, showing him the board with all the Ken outfits from the movie, letting him find one that he’d agree to. 

“Mmm, this one, I’ll agree to that.” 

Rolling your eyes you looked up at him after seeing the outfit he’d chosen. “Really? So you won’t wear neon colors or a fur coat, but you’ll wear a pink and green striped matching shirt and short set?” 

“You won’t me to take it back and refuse to do the outfits at all?” He looked at you offended before you quickly ate your words. “No no no, it’ll be great! Now I just have to decide on my outfit to match!” 

Mat smiled as you went back to your phone, scrolling your Pinterest board to find an outfit that would compliment his. 

“God, you have me all wrapped around your finger. Why can’t I say no to you?” 

He slightly cursed himself as he let it sink in what he’d agreed to. 

“Mmm, because you love me.” 

You smirked up at him before stealing a kiss. 

“Now that I can definitely agree on!”

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Drabble with Charlie attempting to be dominant and Casper flipping the script on him-

Let's flip roles, shall we?

Ngl had fun w this also think I got lost in through while writing-

Casper groaned as Charlie rolled his hips down on them. The blonde chuckled lightly as he dipped down and kissed on their neck. Their boyfriend really liked teasing them when he was on top.

"Awe, Caaasss....you sound so cute~" Mumbling into their neck Charlie sucked on it. Slowly going down a trail of hickies followed, Charlie smirked at his work.

"Would sound cuter if you fucked-MMHH!" A witty comment was blocked by Charlie smashing his lips against Casper. Moaning a bit into the kiss, as the blonde started slowly humping them.

Arching their back Casper moaned as they felt their climax start. Gripping the sheets as Charlie moved his hips rhythmically, focusing on Casper. His partner lifted a hand and yanked his head down.

"Come on~ Fuck meee.....what are you waiting fooorrr?" Whining Casper connected their lips to Charlie's. He moaned as Casper's hands went to his back and gently scratched him. Charlie ignored their pleas and let his head fall slightly.

The blonde's eyelids lowered as he focused on his hips moving. Causing Casper to make a noise of frustrations, Charlie laughed at this.

"Casper~ I'm in charge remember? Now be goo-WOAH?!" The dominant demeanor Charlie made vanished as Casper's legs locked around him. With little effort they shoved him to the side and rolled on top of him.

Charlie had a look of fear and excitement, the boner he had becoming more harder showed it. Looking up his cock twitched seeing Casper glaring down at him, face flushed with lust. Their eyes looked predator like as they looked at him, Casper then smirked seeing his reaction.

"Oh? And I though you were in control?" Mocking him. Casper grinded down roughly. Ripping a moan from Charlie, his hands shot to their waist. Casper didn't react to them they simply continued rocking against him.

"Oh!-What Cas? Gonna-fuck!....Just gonna just rock against me? Not gonna take me?" Poking the bear, Charlie saw Casper get a mischievous smile. Simply batting their lashes at him as they picked up their pace.

"Whhaatt?......Does Charlie want me to ride him? Fuck that cock of his till I'm only saying his name? Hhmm? Where you can only feel my walls clenching around you?...." Whispering Casper slowed their rocking hips. Causing their boyfriend to whine at the lost but stopped as Casper gave him a look.

Giving them big doe eyes, Charlie nodded but that wasn't good enough for them. Casper agonizingly slowly rocked their hips, Charlie closed his eyes trying to focus on that to get some type of friction.

"Charlie, baby boy?" The nickname made his cock twitch again and he looked up, "Use. Your. Words." Leaning down and Whispering lowly in his ear.

Chaire was getting a bit light headed how hot his body and face felt. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest as he looked at his lover. Clearing his throat a bit, Charlie's voice squeaked when he spoke.

"Please.....Ride me?" Shyly saying Charlie looked at Casper. Who chuckled and started tearing his cloths off, first with his shirt. The blonde moaned as Casper attacked his neck with kisses again, and to help he tugged on his lovers shirt.

Breaking away from his neck Casper quickly took their shirt off and smiled as Charlie's hands went to their chest. Groaning as his hands groped them, but they still needed those pants off of him. So gently taking his wrists they pushed his hands down and got up.

"Lift your hips." Telling their boyfriend, who followed. Casper was able to get the pants off quickly in a quick motion, then started on their's. Charlie began stroking himself as he watched his partner finish stripping for him.

"Your so hot....you know? Also a bit mean for taking my mojo away...." Huffing a bit, Charlie smiled as Casper got comfy back on his lap. They gave him a small frown before kissing him, slipping their tongue in as a apology. Even letting one hand slip down to pump his leaking cock, making his moans muffled as Casper continued to kiss him.

Breaking away Casper giggled seeing how their boyfriend whined and tried to grab them. Then standing on their knees began to prep themselves for him, smiling wider as Charlie focused on that.

"How can I not? You were taking too long....Also...." Pausing in their sentence to moan as they stretched themselves. "You like it when I just take control from you~ I'll behave next time okay?.....or next round if your up to it~" Giggling Casper leaned down and kissed Charlie who was wide eyed looking at them.

"Your going to be the death of me Cas..." Sighing Charlie looked back at them and smiled. Oh well, he's not complaining as long as they get their freak on. His thought's were cut off by him feeling warmth wrap around his cock slowly.

The blonde threw his head back as Casper slowly sinked down, moaning as they opened up more for him. Charlie's hands shot to their waist, gripping it tight and moaning loudly. Breathy giggles were heard as Casper looked down at him, then lifted themselves up and slammed back down.

"Ah! Fuck- Cas!- Oh god your so fucking-" Rambling form the blonde started but Casper locked onto his lips again. Kissing him as they continued to ride him roughly, Charlie's hands wondered their body as he looked at them through his lashes.

"Yeah? I know baby- Fuck!" Panting Casper threw their head up a bit breaking the kiss again. A string of saliva connecting their mouths as they both got lost in pleasure. Slaps of skin echoed through the room as Casper picked up the past the best they could.

Charlie, to get a bit even, thrusted up into Casper causing them to gasp and grip his chest. His partner glared down at him but moaned as he met their hips again.

"You- Fuck!" Trying to scold him, Casper couldn't focus as their orgasm got closer. Charlie was moaning loudly as he bucked into their hole chasing his high. With one more thrust both cummed together, Casper flopping down gently on Charlie's chest.

Light panting filled the room now as the couple tried to catch their breath. Casper looked up at Charlie and giggled, causing him to look at them too.

"That was so hot-" Blurting out caused Casper to snort at those words. The blonde joined giving sleepy chuckles as he realized how tired he was now. Casper closed their eyes as Charlie began stroking their hair gently, a nap wouldn't hurt right now.

[carlandoxlestappen]

My Jim | Jim Lake Jr.

Masterlist

I think this is the longest thing I’ve ever written.

But also, I’m sorry for completely disappearing. I’m trying to get my mojo back and I rewatched Trollhinters and remembered how much I love Jim Lake Jr.

“Where is Jim?” Was the first thing Barbra said as she ran into her home along with Toby, Strickler, Claire and Y/n, only to find her living room looking completely trashed with only Merlin standing in it.

No sign of Jim in sight.

“Finally becoming a true Trollhunter.“ The wizard answered firmly.

“You’d never.” Strickler said warningly, but it was too late.

They heard a thump from the bathroom upstairs, the group immediately ran up the stairs. “Jim!” Y/n gasped in realization.

“Jim! Are you in there?” Barbra yelled worryingly as she knocked on the door harshly.

“Jim please, just open the door!” Y/n shouted, pounding at the wooden door. “We will figure this out together just come out please!” She had tears in her eyes as she called for him, getting a sense of Deja vu of when he decided to go into the Darklands, all by himself.

“Jim! They’ve freed Morgana!” Claire said, standing by her best friend’s side as she hit the door. Y/n was staring worriedly as Claire pulled her back, allowing Strickler space as he began to ram his shoulder into the door at a desperate attempt to get to Jim before it was too late. Finally after a few tries, the door gave in and was flung open as they all rushed in but…there was no Jim. There was an empty jar on the floor and some sort of black matter spread in the water of the bathtub, but it was disappearing.

“Jim? Jim? Jim!” Barbra called repeatedly, staring at the black matter as it slowly dissipated. Strickler bent down and grabbed the jar on the floor, looking at it cautiously as they all watched, Claire, Toby and Y/n standing by the door frame helplessly. The girl watched in despair as Claire placed a hand on her shoulder. “What’s happened to my son? Where is my son?” The woman asked him frantically while he just stared at the jar with wide eyes, causing Claire to cover her mouth with her free hand as Toby stared in shock and a tear dropped from Y/n’s eye.

She quickly turned around, hiding her face in Claire’s shoulder.

———-

It was the middle of the night. Y/n had fallen asleep, curled up on Barbara’s couch. They were both distraught after what happened as they waited for Jim to come back, and she decided it would be best to allow her to stay over, so she could be with her. Barbra was standing in the kitchen, watching the poor girl as she sipped on her tea before suddenly the door swung open, the glass of it shattering.

“Jim! Are you okay?” She said as she quickly ran to the front door, the girl on the couch jumping awake at the sound of her boyfriend’s name. She heard a grunt and a thump as she stumbled up, tripping over the blanket Barbara had kindly draped over her before running to the door.

“What’s going on? Is Jim-“ Y/n started to ask, but as soon as she rounded the couch, she gasped at the sight in front of her.

———-

Claire, Toby and Y/n flinched at the argument between Merlin and Barbara, the sounds of their voices and glass shattering traveling from the kitchen to the living room. “‘Promise’? ‘Promise’? You promised to help Jim!”

“Um, guys? He’s waking up!” Claire called to the others as the three teenagers watched anxiously, Y/n’s eyes wide as she watched her boyfriend stir on the couch where she had been sleeping a few hours ago. Blinky walked in, making Toby and Claire part so he could get a closer look as she moved towards her best friend, once again reaching for her shoulder. Claire truly had no idea how to help or comfort her in this situation. She knew how to comfort a friend if a boyfriend broke up with her. But a friend whose boyfriend turned into a troll? That was way out of her league. Jim grunted as he turned to lay on his back before his eyes flew open.

There he is. Y/n thought in relief, Jim’s bright blue eyes which she adored so much looking around then focusing on Blinky.

“Great grumbly Gruesome.” The troll muttered in shock as Jim sat up, rubbing his head with a groan.

“Honey? Do you feel okay?” Barbara asked slowly as she sat down next to him, touching his arm gently.

“He’s fine!” Merlin answered from the kitchen.

“We’re not asking you!” Blinky said in annoyance as Y/n turned around, giving the wizard a glare.

“One more word from you and Morgana won’t have a wizard to kill.” The girl grumbled harshly before turning back to the couch.

“I-I’m fine.” Jim answered softly, a smile on his face as he reached to touch his mom’s forearm but then got startled upon seeing his own hand. Well, his new, blue, four fingered hand. “Ahh! What’s wrong with my hand?” He asked as he stood on the couch

“Nothing’s wrong with your hand.” Claire said quickly. “It’s just a little…meatier.”

“In a good way!” Toby piped in, letting out a nervous chuckle. “It’s like you…leveled up.” He tried to put a positive spin on it.

“Yeah! You’re uh, bigger?” Y/n tried to help, but ended up wincing at her own words instead. Aaarrrgghh walked closer, beginning to sniff Jim with the stronger smelling sense he got when he was resurrected. He pushed his nose closer, his face pressing into Jim’s body before he suddenly moved away.

“No like. No like troll Jim.” Aaarrrgghh said in his broken English as he shook his head with fear showing on his face. He looked at Jim before turning away and quickly walking away from the living room.

“My elixir transformed our Trollhunter to something not quite human, not quite troll.” Merlin explained as Aaarrrgghh peeked back into the living room next to him.

Y/n reached out and grabbed Jim’s hand with both of hers, leading him down from the couch. Her eyes widened as she realized that both her hands barely even covered his new one, she was practically holding onto just his fingers. Jim was looking down at her and when she looked back, it also made both of them notice the new height difference.

“Like a changeling?” Toby asked as he looked to Strickler, who walked over and grabbed Jim’s chin, moving it aside as if to get a better look at him.

“No.” The man said confidently. “Changelings switch from fully troll to fully human. Jim is…neither.” He sighed as Jim stared at him, his face falling with his words. He let out a sound before jumping away, dropping Y/n’s hand as he jumped over the dining table and the counter separating the living room from the kitchen and they all heard the sound of kitchen tools cluttering as they quickly followed him. Y/n walked into the kitchen to see her boyfriend holding the toaster up to his face, using it as a makeshift mirror to observe himself as he made the sound you usually do when the dentist tells you to say ‘ah’ while he looked over his new teeth and most importantly, his much, much bigger canines.

“This isn’t so bad.” Toby said optimistically as the three teenagers walked over to him together. “You know, after a little haircut, we’ll find you some sunglasses, maybe a good dentist, huh?” He held his arms out and let out a nervous chuckle. “I know one. You’ll be right back to normal!”

“I look hideous!” Jim replied. Still staring at the reflection from the toaster. Y/n quickly leaned over, putting her hand on his shoulder and making him turn to look at her.

“You’re not, Jim. You’re really not.” She said, so easily it almost made him believe her, but then she caressed his cheek and he looked down to see that she actually had lean up to reach him, something she never had to do before. Jim smiled back at her softly but he still couldn’t help but look back at his reflection. They ignored the ruckus in the living room, until Jim heard Merlin talk.

“He is now capable of feats we never thought possible.” The old wizard said, making Jim turn to look at him curiously.

“Like what?”

————

After everything that happened last night, with Jim and Aaarrrgghh having a friendly spar and Claire and Jim having a competition of catch the Jim with her shadow staff, the boy never returned. They were all worried sick, and looked for him the whole day, until Barbara called Y/n, who was with Toby and Claire, telling her to go look at the school for him.

“Jim? Jim?” Toby called as they ran in through Claire’s portal. They walked through the locker area, Y/n and Claire looking all around while Toby checked the bathroom. “Jim, you in here?” Y/n and Claire each walked into different classrooms and Y/n immediately noticed a marking on a table, Jim’s table. She walked closer to see that his name had been carved into it.

“Jim?” She wondered quietly into the empty room. She leaned closer and ran her fingers over his name with a sigh as Claire walked in, asking if she found anything. “He must’ve been here.” Y/n sighed, and the girl grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face her.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to find him and get him back.” Claire said reassuringly, making Y/n nod and take a deep breath before grabbing her hand as they walked out to check on Toby for any progress. “Toby!” Claire called as the two walked into the gym, noticing the boy standing by the bleachers at the other end of the room.

“He’s here!” He yelled, but that was apparently the wrong move because Jim quickly jumped from his spot under the bleacher with a practically animalistic growl, a sound that made Y/n’s eyes widen slightly as she glanced at Claire, her eyes saying everything, that came from Jim? He grabbed onto the latter before quickly moving to the rope and climbing it with ease. As soon as he got to the end he reached for a pole that was held far over their heads and crouched on it.

“Jim wait please!” Y/n shouted frantically as she and Claire ran over.

“Don’t you get it? I’m not Jim anymore. Go away!” He snarled at her before jumping away and through the window.

“He’s going to the roof.” Toby announced as he realized, causing Claire to quickly whip out her staff and conjure up a portal to the roof, but instead of walking through it, she gestured for Y/n to go, also grabbing Toby by the back of his shirt when he tried to walk into it. “You go. He needs you right now, more than us.” She said, ignoring Toby’s grumbling as she encouraged her best friend. Y/n took a deep breath before walking through the portal to the roof,.

“Jim.” She said softly, finally seeing him standing in front her, but as soon as he noticed her, Jim ran to hide behind something. “Please Jim, don’t run away.” She sighed, walking closer as he panted. “Whatever you are…we still love you. I still love you.” She said, making him somewhat perk up as he climbed atop the thing, looking down at her. They both ignored the sound of Claire’s portal opening behind them and Toby’s complaints to get off the roof. “I get it, you’re not Jim anymore. But you’re still someone we all care about.” Toby and Claire walked over, nodding along to her words.

“I can’t fight Gunmar and be the person you want me to be.” Jim said, looking away from them and staring downwards.

“We’re here on this roof for you.” Y/n looked up at him, trying to show her emotions through her eyes.

“Especially me, man. I just let Claire almost strangle me with my own shirt for you. Well, for Y/n too but still!” Toby added, making Claire roll her eyes but she still nodded at Jim encouragingly.

“And i get it, maybe you feel that everything has changed, but only the outside stuff. Inside you’re still you.” Y/n said softly, making Jim look down at them.

“You’re still our Jim.” Claire smiled.

“And we’re better for it. Jimbo.” Toby chimed in as Jim sighed. “Maybe your old life is over but that doesn’t mean we can’t be a part of your new one.”

“We want to be a part of it.” Y/n said and walked closer as Jim finally moved down to the floor. “No matter what you are, or how you look. You’re still my Jim.” She noticed he didnt look very convinced, and decided to make sure he knew her love for him, even if it took hours to explain. Because really, who could put them into words? “Jim who cooks the best steak I’ve ever tasted, Jim who was so nervous about meeting my parents you practically brought a buffet,”

She giggled at the memory, making him chuckle as he remembered how he came to her mother’s event, carrying so many dishes they practically covered his face and blocked his vision. Of course it still went wrong when the amulet started spewing different versions of him, but that’s just the way everything was for them. “Jim who danced with me in the most beautiful spot in Arcadia instead of some lame Mole Mania prom, Jim, my boyfriend. Who i love.”

She slowly reached up, and this time, he leaned down to her as she caressed his cheek, staring at him with a loving smile, the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he thinks. “Jim, who I see my future with.” She said softly, making a smile make It’s way to his face as he reached to take off the hand that was on his cheek, intertwining their fingers instead.

Which once again brought his attention to the new differences, as he saw the way his blue hand held hers, so small and delicate compared to his. As soon as Y/n noticed the speck of doubt on his face, she was quick to interject. “It’s okay.” She reached with her other hand and grabbed his, holding them both between them. “It’s new and it will take some time getting used to, but It’s you. And i love every part of you there is.” She held their hands close to her heart, making tears pool in his eyes.

Suddenly, his mother and Strickler burst through the door to the roof, while Blinky reached it from the other side, with the help of Aaarrrgghh, of course. Y/n smiled at him as she stepped back, allowing them to reach him.

She watched with a smile and glassy eyes as he practically melted into Blinky’s arms once he wrapped him in a warm embrace. Claire walked closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, smiling as Y/n leaned her head on her shoulder.

“I told you we’d get him back.”

[teresalace]

"I won't cry for you" - Yandere Tyler Galpin x Female Reader PART 3

•Part 1 •Part 2

Words: 1699

Warnings: Mentions of torture, psychology, dysfunction yet healthy family relations if you squint.

Show: Wednesday (2022)

Summary: You've graciously or stupidly, granted Tyler a phone to call his father for whatever reason he had while you went to call yours for assistance. And since you weren't fully knowledgeable about Hydes, you contacted the only person you knew, who wasn't in prison, that had that knowledge. Your father, Alvin Gates.

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🥺 Sorryyyy this took forever a lot of months, planned to post this at February but got sick and many stuff happened, preparing for an interview :--D but am back in my writing mojo!/kinda, HAPPY HALLOWEEN) AND I HEARD season 2 is coming omggg I'm excited

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"Well, well, well~ If it isn't the sweet consequence of my actions with your mother." A voice unmistakably grouchy speaks, sounding jovial with every word out.

A quick glance to your locked bedroom door before you finally said a response into the cellphone.

"You sound well, father." You mildly greeted, a tinge of a smile in your voice. To think it's almost only been a month since the last call.

"Yeah yeah it's been a while but cut the chitchat, sweetie, what do you need helping with?" You could imagine an eyeroll as your father said, always cutting to the chase.

"About Hydes." You spared no other detail and maintained calm articulation. Not that you needed to be careful with him, thankfully.

For more precaution, it's better if not even your own father knows about Tyler being in the house. You didn't want things to get out of hand.

"Ah- what about them? Did something happen that isn't supposed to–" Suddenly silence overtook the line, a thoughtful humming until he spoke again. "Don't get yourself into any unfamiliar territory, kid. That's suppose to be your mother's speciality."

So he noticed, of course he did. Better leave that to his wandering imagination than spoil your plan. A very non-existent plan at the moment.

"I don't plan to. Father, I was just curious since I kept hearing about them." True, that wasn't a lie in the slightest. "I was wondering if you'd know anything about them."

Surely he must know something.

"Hmm, you heard it from someone, no doubt. . . Alright, alright. What do you want to know exactly, kid. I'll tell ya as much as I can afford to." Sounds like mother has been keeping tabs on him.

"Hydes obey only one master, their own, correct?" You continued when father hummed a helpful tune, "would it be possible to sever the ties between a Hyde and its master."

A pause in-between your father's breathing left you suspended.

"Well. . . Got bad news for you kid, I don't know any available methods for that." He sighed gruffy like he felt bad, "sorry but can't help you with the whole severing business. It's set in stone, pretty much."

"I see. . . " You massaged your temples, disappoinment rising inside you. But you couldn't just accept this answer easily, stubbornness seemed to take hold in your heart. For what reason? You couldn't figure out.

"However–" A hoarse chuckle emerged from your cellphone. "It's not entirely impossible to say there aren't other ways of solving that problem. I'm sure you can get some creative ideas from their origins, kid. Only one thing is set in stone, Hydes only serve one master."

Father's bold hint sparked a lightbulb in your head. Their origins.

In the first place, what caused Hydes to bond an undying loyalty to their masters was–

"Sorry for not being alot of help, kid, I'm out of time for the day. Take good care of yourself, will you."

"I will." A buzz of excitement slowly crept over you as an idea began running through your mind. "You were very helpful, dad, thanks. You take care too."

"Mm sounds like you found an answer eh?" He sounded genuinely happy, making you feel much more sturdy in this new plan.

"Not exactly but I should be on the right track." If Tyler would go along with it.

"Mm so you're going to try any attempts, I see. Hah– it's hilarious how similar you and your mother's thinking is!"

Again with the comparisons. You rolled your eyes, "Goodbye, father."

"Alright alright, see ya kiddo. For now." BEEP. BEEP.

The call was over already.

.  .  .

You turned off the burner phone, picking out the block of battery from the back and saving it in your other hiding space for another time. Now you should check on Tyler, you can't afford to trust him so easily especially when his father's a sheriff. 

Quietly you went out of your bedroom, closing the door slowly so as to not make a sound. You headed down the stairs in a casual, fast pace to quickly see his state of mind.

But it's likely he isn't planning to screw himself over... Your assumption was most likely made correct when you came to see Tyler sitting slumped on the couch, his face buried deep in his hands. 

Sweeping your gaze across the living room and floor, the burner phone you gave him was nowhere in sight… Mentally noting to check the trash bin by the kitchen before you stomped down the stairs and made yourself known.

Tyler's eyes peeked up first from the gaps in-between his fingers like the leafy venus flytraps back home ever so often tempting you to closer inspect. To place your finger in there, to feed. 

He waited on your next move.

Your arms folded, hiding your hands twitching on their own for a tweezer. "Did you have a good talk?" 

What else could you really say without sounding too interested in him. 

"It was something…" Tyler did a small shrug, less energy than he's shown before, voice dulled by the cover of his fingers. "Could've gone better. I wish he didn't hang up so fast."

"What did you talk about?" Might as well see how much information he was willing to give.

A small sigh, Tyler slowly revealed half of his distraught face. "Not a lot. He wasn't interested in what I had to say… Told me to be careful." Strange of the dutiful sheriff to say but then again you didn't know what kind of father-son relationship they had.

"How are you feeling?" One of mother's favourite lines growing up that you've somehow adapted into your vocabulary. It seemed the most appropriate.

You continued watching Tyler's tensed form with a safe but short distance away, the coffee table acting as a possible shield in between you and him. Incase he raged.

But there was none.

There was something in his usual silence this time that irked you. Like he didn't fully trust you. 

You approved of that, as he shouldn't. Mutually. Especially if things ever go wrong because of him, you were ready at a moment's notice to abandon everything to do with him. 

"I… Hate him." 

The pause went on for however many tensed seconds before Tyler's hands fell onto his knees.

"Sorry sorry, I know I shouldn't be saying this… I mean I can't say I don't miss him." 

"You can say what you want. I don't mind," you said flatly, genuinely meaning it. His expressions stiff, he looked mentally pent up, thoughts practically steaming out from his ears.

"No, it's fine. You've done a lot for me already, I owe you." He grinned brightly, the dark cloud looming over from before gone in an instant, "for that phone call too."

"Sure," it wouldn't be bad to have a Hyde indebted to you.

Tyler checked the ticking clock on the kitchen wall, "I guess it is getting late… See you in the morning?"

You nodded. "Night, Galpin." 

"G-Good night! Have a good sleep." He smiled dopey, waving briskly while walking backwards to the foot of the stairs before jogging up to his bedroom. So naturally at home.

Just how eager was he to get back in his room?

 That wasn't his usual way of walking, what could he be looking forward to or hiding in there… Or he could just be relieved of stress after that talk with his father, maybe that brought about his new behavior.

Your suspicions were beginning to sound far-fetched even to yourself but then again, there was always that silver of possibility that he could be planning to rebel against you. 

So you moved fast towards the kitchen sink, tiny spikes of uneasiness pulsing through you, turning the facuet on and letting the water run loudly as you went to look into the trash bin.

Expecting to look down into a void of nothingness.

The large black plastic bag sleeved over the edge of the bin looked loose and puffy. Clearly you didn't do this, your meticulousness wouldn't allow such a lazy set up. You pat down the puffy areas, flattening the edges to allow better access in seeing what trash had been collected.

Shiny peices of black metal greet you at the bottom of the pit, tiny and almost powder-like glitter in the kitchen light. What previously used to be a burner phone now looked like the result of being in someone's clenched fist. Useful monsterous strength… if he could actually get it under his full control.

Whatever anxiety crept inside your heart disappeared as you contently spun on your heel and turned off the kitchen faucet. 

A small appreciation for Tyler as thanks to him, there's less work for you now.

You wondered why you even felt 'anxious' at all, it must've been the slight stress of knowing he could've screwed things up for you. And himself. Now that makes sense, of course since it's not as if you actually knew him personally even back in town. 

Feeling much more at peace, you headed towards your own bedroom, adjacent from Tyler's. His room barely made any noise except for the few inaudible mumbles and the faint use of his shower and the light peeking through from underneath his door. 

You never noticed before but he always had the lights turned on in there. Well, it's not as if you were the one paying the electrical bill. It was nothing noteworthy.

Once settling in your own bed and underneath your blanket in the cozy dark, sleep came easily… Until your brain jostled an interesting observation your very eyes must've slipped. 

In the trash bin, there was no sight of the small black piece. The memory card. 

The sim card. 

Despite his questionable actions, you chose to sleep, thoughts racing alongside a strange excitement building up in you. 

Oh what are you up to, Tyler Galpin.

Time was ticking. Neither on his or your side. He just didn't know it yet.

In the following morning you received a misscall from an unknown number. Father. He never contacts you first. There's nothing he needs that you could provide. It must be about the Hyde. 

Finally.

[turtles-invoked]

I keep thinking about different ways Cas could potentially escape the empty and find his way back to Sam and Dean.

The scenario that sticks out the most to me is that Sam and Dean would be driving along the highway, dead silence, after finishing a case that Sam dragged Dean along too but then got mad at him when Dean nearly kills himself going into the fight alone.

So they’re driving along, Dean’s face stone cold, Sam pouty and angry at Dean when Cas just appears at the side of the road.

No big deal. Dean’s been seeing Cas a lot lately. More so during exhaustion.

Sam bolts upright and looks in the rear but Dean keeps driving.

“Dean!” He shouts when Cas appears again, nearly hit in the process and this time Dean slams on the breaks because ‘Sam can see him too?’

They barely pull over before Sam springs out of the car, angel blade aimed and ready, Dean’s gun locked and loaded despite potentially being useless.

“What are you!” Dean yells at him

“It’s me, I’m… me…” Cas would say weakly, voice strained, hands up surrenderring.

“Yeah right,” Dean says and shoots the ground next to him as a warning, “start talking!”

Cas’s eyes open wide and panic floods his face.

“Dean, maybe it-”

“Cas is dead, Sam!” Dean interrupts.

Sam goes to the trunk and opens the duffle, grabs the flask of holy water and a silver knife.

Gun still aimed at Cas’s face, Sam walks up to him and splashes him with the water. Cas holds out his arm to allow Sam to cut him with the silver. Cas then drops his angel blade and cuts along right next to it, small blue electric beads of grace glistening at the opening before sewing the skin back together.

Dean swallows, hope weighing the pit in his gut down.

“He checks out,” Sam says stowing his angel blade away.

“How did you get out?” Dean questions, still defensive, still in disbelief.

Cas’s deep blue eyes bite into Dean’s soul “I honestly, I have no idea. I woke up on a shore in Brazil. I had my grace, my wings, but my geographical locationing was… off…”

“… and you’re warded against me, that’s why it took so long to find you… the both of you…”

Dean swallows, as Sam embraces Cas, welcoming him back, exclaiming how happy he is to see him but Dean still isn’t sure.

“Dude, what more do you want?” Sam says stepping aside.

“You’re buying this? The empty spat him out somewhere exotic and he just happened to get lost finding his way back, I’m sorry, but I’m not,” Dean says, not allowing himself to believe that Cas really is here and in front of him, mojo and everything, “Remember what Billie told you? No one comes back from the empty!”

“I remember everything…” Cas starts slowly.

Deans breath catches in his chest.

“The empty, our fight… our- our goodbye. I remember it all. Every word,” he says.

‘I love you’ Casteil’s voice plays rewind inside Dean’s mind. He remembers every word, every micro expression, every feeling as the words were said to him. He’s replayed them every day since he’s been gone.

Deans eyes sting with unshed tears instantly, a lump in his throat. His mouth opens and closes a few times, mind racing, body tingling. He swallows the emotion building up in his throat and frowns.

Cas starts to walk towards him but his holds the gun firmer in his grip.

“You really did change me, Dean. For the better. I thought about you… and-and Sam, every day. I, quite literally, fell in love with you. And whether you feel the same or not, I still mean it,” he finishes.

And that’s all Dean needs to flick the gun on safety, shove it in his waistband and storm over to cas, pulling him into a bone crushing hug, allowing the tears to silently roll down his cheeks.

He holds Cas, allowing himself to breathe and hope, and feel Cas in his arms, ‘he’s back’.

But his then he moves into the anger and it gets the better of him. He lets go of their embrace and grabs Cas by the lapels of his trench coat and shoves him without letting go, because he doesn’t think he could ever let go despite how angry and upset he is now.

“How stupid are you!” He yells and shoves him again, still holding on, scared to lose him again.

“You don’t just say crap like that and then-and then leave,” he shoves him a third time.

“You needed to know,” Cas says, letting Dean push him around, “I needed you to know,” he corrects himself, eyes never leaving Dean’s own.

“I-” Dean starts, but he chokes on his words. Can’t quite get those last three out, “I-” he tries again but something deep in his chest won’t let him say want he wants nothing more than to.

But Cas gives him a knowing smile, “I know,” he says gently.

Dean starts to feel overwhelmed. Still angry and upset, but warm and tingly and that hopefully flutter is back in his stomach. He stares at Cas’s sympathetic smile and his heart pounds hard behind his ribs.

Dean pulls Cas into him and their bodies crash together and he kisses him, hard, short, and sweet. Cas’s arms wrap around him, holding him flush against him and Dean swears he sighs into the kiss.

Sam clears his throat behind them and chuckles and suddenly Dean is very aware of Cas’ hands on his waist.

They pull away, Cas is practically beaming, in fact he is glowing ever so slightly, eyes shining brighter than normal.

“You okay, Cas?” Sam asks nervously.

Dean takes a step back as Cas starts to vibrate ever so slightly, a soft high pitched whine radiating off of Cas.

“It’s just… m-my grace,” he stutters and squeezes his eyes closed.

Cas takes a couple of deep breaths, his fists clenched at his sides and within a few seconds the aura around him dims and the whine silences.

“What the hell was that?” Dean asks concerned.

Cas blushes, “sorry… I was… overwhelmed…”

Sam chuckles behind him and Dean turns around to glare at him.

“Are you alright?” He asks not moving closer.

Cas nods, “very much so,” Cas says genuinely and now it’s Dean’s turn to blush.

Sam chuckles again and claps Dean on the shoulder, “let’s go home.”

Dean watches Sam walk to the drivers side but get into the back of the car.

Cas smiles at Dean and they slide in too, Cas in shotgun and they head home. And if Dean’s hand rested on Cas’ thigh the whole way there, well, he needed the physical reminder that Cas was back and sitting next to him.

I dunno it’s just a thought I keep having. I Love the idea of Cas losing control of his grace / powers when Dean shows affection towards him. I also haven’t seen the later seasons I’m up to season 11 episode 6 or 7 I’m getting there though just very slowly 😅

[lumber]

Hey to my 1 dedicated fan/follower/friend- I'm not sure if you've noticed (or not), but I haven't posted ANY new artwork in a good while. I appreciate that you've been liking/looking at/enjoying my old stuff I've been posting lately... What's that they say? About everything old is new to somebody? 🤔 So thank you. Truth is, I think I've been feeling a bit depressed lately? I haven't been able to pick up my blessed pencils/pens and put line to my beloved sketchbook for weeks/months now, so when I do- it feels like climbing a mountain. I began feverishly working on a new Dingbert & Lemmy 8 pager minicomic just to have "something" to pass out at this year's San Diego Comic Con and not feel like a loser- and don't get me wrong, the chicken scratch page thumbnails are coming out top-notch!!! But I just... Stopped. I stopped because I didn't want to rush the project. I stopped because I realized that it's ok to not have anything to pass out, and that I won't be a loser for doing so. That I can just attend SDCC as an attendee just for the pure sake of the experience, and bask in it. To just be in the moment with Xaviera/@xavisaurus and enjoy. I think this 8 pager DB & Lem minicomic is going to be bigger than just a rush job and some of my recent funniest and best cartooning/story work to date. These lovable asshole Cat and Mouse characters are truly helping get my cartooning mojo back, and for that I'm forever grateful to them. Heck yeah! I think I may need some help and run a GoFundMe to help print up the minis after SDCC, and get it done slowly, correctly, and right. Slow and steady wins the race. The assholes (and me) are back, baby! Bloob!!! ❤️

[cherry-bomb-ships]

I've been in a bit of a slump lately (I think we all are tbh. Love u friends) but I think I'm slowly coming out of it because at the very least I can feel myself getting back on my bullshit with Mojo Jojo 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[andithiel]

End of year wrap up

I am so super late to this, but I’ve done this in the last few years and I think it’s a nice tradition to look back at the accomplishments I’ve achieved. 2022 was a very bleak year writing wise, and I’m happy to say that I’ve slowly started to get my mojo back a bit. My AO3 wordcount for 2023 was 36,936 words, but I’ve also posted some shorter things on tumblr, and I actually made a spreadsheet to track my progress and tally all my written words, including those that get deleted and also those not yet posted, and according to the spreadsheet I wrote 10k more. I still have a lot of WIPs hanging around in my drive, but I’ve managed to finish some of them, and I feel like I have more energy and excitement to finish some more, so, here’s hoping that 2024 will be the year that I actually end up with fewer WIPs at the end than at the beginning (something I tried back in 2020, before the world went up in flames).

Under the cut is what I published in 2023:

January 

Fading in Love (locked to logged in users) (Drarry, Explicit, 5k) I wrote this as a belated birthday present for @sassy-sassy3, it’s an 8th year secret relationship with a lil’ sprinkle of magical theory regarding the Dark Mark. 

February 

I decided to try a few prompts for HD Candyhearts and ended up having a lot of fun with them: 

Second Date AO3 tumblr (Drarry, Teen, 1,3k) with an insecure Draco after having spent the night with Harry.

The microfic Taste the love (for the prompt Sweet treats)

How deep is our love? AO3 tumblr (Drarry, Teen, 762 words) featuring established Drarry bickering and absolutely ridiculous Valentine’s cards.

The secret language of flowers AO3 tumblr (Drarry, Teen, 2k) featuring the classic tumblr post the fuck you bouquet.

Pillow microfic with Draco being a little shit

Charm me 8th year drabble FWB/secret relationship sort of vibes.

March

Take that ride (Drarry, Teen, 1,6k) I finally managed to write a fic idea that’s been scrambling around in my brain for ages. I wanted to create a mood and a feeling with this and I’m so happy with how it turned out.

I also wrote a short fuck or die drabble that I’m super proud of: Let me show you  

June

Hold back the tide (Drarry, Teen, 2k) Another idea that’s been with me for years that I finally got out (despite not having written the fic that preludes this).

October

Thunderstruck (locked to logged in users) (Drarry, Explicit, 8k) My god, my beast, this fic resisted me and to top it all off I got covid right when I was about to finish it. I struggled with this so damn much, also wanting to create a vividness that doesn’t really come natural to me, but I’m so happy with how it came out in the end. Plus I got to collab with the amazing @fictional who, as usual, knocked it out of the park with her glorious art.

November

The Potter Malfoy bathroom war of 2007 (locked to logged in users) (Drarry, Explicit, 8k) Another fic that’s been with me for some time, although “only” a year. I saw the prompt for last year’s Suds when claims had closed, so I tried to forget about it but it wouldn’t leave me. I had so much fun writing this, I love writing Harry and Draco bickering and fighting with each other when we as readers know it’s basically their form of foreplay. 

December

When it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night (Drarry, Teen, 6k) This was also a fic one year in the making. I started writing it to post on last New Year’s Eve, but I couldn’t finish it in five days (to my own astonishment), but I’m happy it got to marinate for a while because I added a scene with Scorpius that I’m very fond of.

I wasn't tagged by anyone and I'm sure people have already done this, but if this means you get another tag, consider pointing me to your own year wrap up so I can see it! @sassy-sassy3 @fictional @mystickitten42 @uncannycerulean @goblinmatriarch @phdmama @crazybutgood @dragonbornphoenix @wo2ash @rei382 @nv-md

[wangxianficrecs]

blossoms at the roadside by bleuett

blossoms at the roadside

by bleuett

T, 12k, wangxian

Summary: “What exactly do you need help with, Lan-gongzi?” Wei Wuxian asks. “There is a plant,” Lan Zhan replies, and he sounds hesitant and unsure, voice quiet. “There is a plant, once gifted to me by my mother. But it is dying, and I cannot seem to fix the problem.” To Wei Wuxian’s shock, Lan Zhan puts his hands together and bows as low as the table will allow him. “Please, Wei Ying, the plant is all I have left of her. People speak wonders of your abilities, I will offer whatever compensation you seek for your assistance.” Wei Wuxian, a lone cultivator who's said to be able to bring plants back from the dead, receives a visit from a Lan cultivator with a curious and secret request. They fall in love.

Mojo's comments: Ah, such a lovely story. It's set in-universe, but wwx cultivates his garden and doesn't interact with the rest of the cultivation world. And then one day, a tall man wearing a veiled hat - that he refuses to ever remove - comes to ask him for help with a mysterious problem that… he then seems very reluctant to confide. Instead, he sticks around to 'watch him work' with the plants, and slowly, trust and affection grow.

Kay's comments: Very sweet story of a different first meeting between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian! They are the cutest here. Wei Wuxian is a rogue cultivator who has settled down in Gusu and is known for saving plants no matter how awful their state is. Enter Lan Wangji, who needs help with something he got from his mother.

different first meeting, canon-divergence, getting together, tenderness, gardens & gardening, happy ending, touch starvation, hand feeding, plant cultivator wei wuxian, strangers to friends to lovers, pov wei wuxian, non-yunmeng wei wuxian, mystery, fluff, sweet, light angst, protective wei wuxian, lovely lan wangji, awkard lan wangji

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[jinmukangwrites]

a place to call home

Fandom: Jedi Fallen Order / Survivor Rating: G Warnings: N/A Ao3 Notes: My older sister was playing Black Thunder (by Bad Wolves, Serj Tankian, and The Hu) and it took all my will power to not info dump about Jedi Fallen Order. I was very brave about it. Instead I wrote 2.6k word one-shot. I'm still so glad they brought The Hu back for more music in Survivor.

Summary: Pyloon's Saloon was named after his great-grandma; naturally, it was always a place meant for his family. Took Cal long enough to visit, but that's alright. He's not even that upset it took breaking the Mantis to get him here.

~~~°~~~

The saloon wasn't everything Greez had ever wanted, but it's his, and dammit if he won't make it everything he's ever wanted.

For now, it's incredibly shabby. Run down. The floorboards creak and there's some kind of mold on the walls. The furniture would have to be thrown out and replaced with things that are less stained and more inviting to use. He's pretty sure the booth chairs have blood stains on them, and vomit. The previous owner really didn't care about making the place homely, which is probably why no one was there to stop them from catching blaster-to-face disease.

The upholstery isn't even patolli-weave.

There are plenty of things that need repair. The upholstery for one, but the railing Monk uses to get around has a dent further down that prevents him from getting to the end of the battered bar, the walls need repainted, the doors leading upstairs are broken and the basement is covered in junk. That's not even the half of it. It's daunting.

Greez is so excited.

Well, the only thing he can do is start.

It's slow progress, but progress is progress no matter how small. He starts with the most essential stuff, only using Cere's money where he absolutely needs to. He'd like to save the majority of that for the actual food and beverages. Everything else? Well, he could fix the Stinger Mantis despite how many times Cal seemed determined to launch it into any imperial fleet he saw. He could keep the ship running after all that, how hard would a few automatic doors, the fish tank, and a music box be?

He could fix those on his own.

He works, and he works, every day until eventually he's able to actually serve customers. Doma comes in first, Turgle at her heels, but it's more pleasantries than anything. She's sober, most alcohols don't agree with her and she doesn't think they ever will, but she does try some food while Turgle chatters both their ears off after one drink. Doma hardly ever visits again unless she makes a particularly good profit at her store and wishes to treat herself to his food. Turgle comes all the time, which worries Greez at first because he talks to anyone else who enters; mostly one-time patron prospectors. One-time is a loose word, most of these prospectors end up dead looking for things they probably shouldn't.

Though, slowly, Greez gets more regular that Turgle doesn't chase away. Sparse, but there. He even, to his disdain, gets visits from the local gang. Those Bedlam Raiders give him bad mojo, but as long as they're not challenged they don't do anything besides antagonize a little.

It's good.

Greez misses Cere, he wishes she'd visit, but they at least talk whenever they're both free. Merrin visits whenever she passes by, as rarely as that is, which he appreciates; he's long since admitted he adores her even if she's a spooky witch that there's a slight possibility she's waiting for the perfect opportunity to jump him and blood sacrifice him. And Cal...

Cal.

It's impossible to not care for the kid, even though he hardly ever responds to his messages. He's busy with other people, fighting the good fight, probably scratching the Mantis to shreds. Cal's angry with him, Greez knows this. After Cere and Merrin left, it was only the two of them. Three, including BD-1. But two, because BD-1 and Cal were practically the same entity anyways. Greez knew that him leaving had hurt Cal, but... Greez just couldn't fly anymore. He couldn't handle that danger that Cal chased. For the first time in Greez's life, he wanted to land and live calmly. He's had enough of space, enough of the Empire.

So no, Cal hardly talks, nor does he visit, but Greez does his best to keep the kid in mind anyways. Cal can't stay away forever. Someday, he's going to break the Mantis just right and come back with his tail between his legs because he only knows how to take apart starships, not fix them. Greez did his best to teach him to fix some basic stuff, but Cal ripped out the broken bits so roughly that Greez nearly had an aneurysm. He ended up having to replace some wiring Cal had thought was "useless". Yeah, useless to resell. Expensive to replace new. Didn't teach him that in scrapper school.

Greez hopes Cal wrecks the Mantis soon. It's been too long. He even misses that little droid and how he always seems to purposely be underfoot while Greez cooked.

He misses Cal so bad that he almost begins to subconsciously fix things up in the saloon with Cal in mind. He keeps all of them in mind, of course, he named the place after his great-grandma this place is meant for family, but Cal's the only one who still seems lost in life, who's scrambling through the Galaxy trying to find footing but not really knowing what he wants. It's an easy decision to make the basement for Cal. Kid needs a home, and Greez will make sure there's always one waiting for him when he needs it.

"It's not the best, but it'll do until I find you something better," Doma says, one day, months into Greez's stay. He's become good friends with Doma, she's probably the only one who truly understands leaving the fast life because it became too much.

Greez holds a small jukebox in his lower pair of hands, looking it over and wondering slightly how she had gotten her hands on it. It's dingy. Battered. Probably isn't too loud. But he trusts Doma when it comes to this stuff, she doesn't skip out on him, she always does the best she can. She's the one who got him all the Patolli-weave in the first place. If this small jukebox is the best she can do, then he's happy. It's better than nothing. It's not like he can afford a live band like all the big cantina's have in more trafficked corners of the Galaxy, let alone pay live performers. So, something small that can probably only be heard when you're a good few meters within its range is something he can accept compared to the sad silence.

"It's radio is broken," Doma says, though she laughs, "not like that matters. The Koboh-abyss blocks most of the good channels. There's some tracks in there though, and I can always see if I can keep an eye out for more music if you want anything different. I tried to put things on there that would fit the atmosphere of Pyloon's."

Greez opens the compartment of the music box and sure enough, there's an old cartridge-like device with a frugal list of songs. He doesn't recognize any of the songs, let alone the artists, but once again, he trusts Doma.

"How much do I owe ya?" He asks. Doma gives him a price. It's a little high in his opinion, but she's a business woman and not one to make discounts even for friends. He happily hands over the credits, then shuts the compartment. Before he leaves, however, a thought crosses his mind.

"Hey," he asks, "have you heard of The Agasar?"

-o-o-o-o-

Just like Greez hoped, Cal eventually breaks the Mantis enough to seek him out. It's great to see the kid, but it's so unexpected it hardly registered even after saying hi to BD-1.

The kid looks like he's barely been sleeping, let alone eating, though he at least looks like he's gotten plenty of sun. There's freckles everywhere, way more than what he had after Greez first nabbed him off that sunless sopping-wet rock Bracca.

Luckily, the food and sleep problem is exactly what Greez was expecting.

He's careful to not baby Cal too much, not when Cal's clearly hurting about something. It probably took a lot of convincing on BD's part to get Cal over here and Greez knows that topics like "settle down" "live your own life" and "pack away the lightsaber for a little bit" will only start arguments. Cal's at a point in his life where he doesn't yet see that he has value beyond being a weapon, but Greez is hoping that the right pushes here and there will get him there.

For now, he introduces Cal to his room. It's chock full of things that used to belong to Cal and things Greez plans on giving to Cal. There's nothing else to call it besides his room. Cal seems shocked by the space so clearly set aside and prepared for him, and his face softens into a hurt kind of touched that Greez knows means he appreciates the room a lot but doesn't think he can accept it.

Give it time, Greez.

Honestly it's a miracle Cal managed to sleep at all. The bed must have been comfy because when Greez goes down the next morning to check on him, he's out like a light. Doesn't shift at all, not even a roll of movement behind his eyelids. BD-1 charges silently besides him, looking all content and almost cute. Greez can't help but watch the two of them for a moment, drinking in the peace, wishing Cal could feel like he deserves a little of it.

And sure, the morning starts with a bit of an argument, one that Greez has to end up dropping when Cal goes silent, signaling the conversation is over. He wishes he can shake sense into him, show him that he doesn't need to hold the line all the time. But for now, he can at least make sure Cal knows that Greez has a place for him. A home.

"And Greez... I'll think about what you said."

That's all he can ask for.

And it's somehow not a surprise that Cal comes back a few hours later through the front door looking all dusty and giddy. Greez had been busy trying to turn away some guy with more muscle in one pectoral than what Greez had on his entire body, but Cal quickly introduces Bode as a friend.

Cal also introduces Zee, an ancient Jedi droid, raving about old prospector legends; the treasure planet of Tanalorr. Whatever exhaustion and sadness weighed Cal down this morning has lifted with the breath of adventure, and Greez isn't about to turn him away from it.

However, when Greez offers to fix the Mantis while Cal goes out to check out the forest array, he has to stop the kid from leaving right out the door not three minutes after walking in it.

"Hold on," Greez says, stopping Cal in his tracks. "Have you even eaten anything since arriving?"

Cal pauses, and Greez knows the answer. Greez brushes his hands on his clothes and starts heading to the kitchen. "Grab some seat."

"Greez," Cal halfheartedly argues, slumping down at the bar while that Bode guy chuckles and sits down the next stool over.

"The array's already waited a few hundred years, what's a couple more hours?" Greez asks, looking for his mitts. It's been awhile since he's cooked anything himself, the saloon has a set menu and he's already shown Monk how to cook all those things. "Monk's fixing up Zee, let me fix up you."

He hears Cal chuckle, he says something to Bode, but Greez can't hear because he's officially in the kitchen and turning on the stoves. 

"Oh—krif-" he stumbles, barely managing to stop himself from dropping his nice glass pan while BD-1 boops happily and skitters out of the kitchen. Greez shakes his head. 

He makes an old casserole recipe that his great grandma got from her great grandpa. He has to replace some of the ingredients with other things, as Lateron spices are both hard to get his two pairs of hands on and also sometimes poisonous to human stomachs. He wouldn't want to poison Cal on day two of him finally visiting.

Now that's a thought, he could mildly poison Cal and force him to get some more sleep. He chuckles to himself, he'd never do that.

He brings the casserole out a good hour later, finding Cal lazily slumped over the bar, his finger tracing the rim of a cup. Monk must have visited for a moment between working on repairing Zee, Greez hopes he didn't give the kid anything too strong. Bode is nowhere to be seen, but once Cal notices him arriving he perks up and explains Bode went to the restroom.

That might keep the man busy for a while, Greez thinks happily, the toilet always clogs and Bode seems like the kind of guy who would rather suffer trying to unclog a public toilet instead of walking out and pretending he didn't do it.

He gives Cal a larger portion than what's a normal serving size, and Cal eagerly digs in, closing his eyes in satisfaction after the first bite. "Spirits, I missed your cooking, Greezy money."

Greez chuckles then gives himself a serving, then hops onto his specially made chair. They eat in comfortable silence for a while. Cal seems content, lazy, and eager all at the same time. Sure, the kid thinks he can't stay in one place for long, but now he has something to do here. Greez can't help but be thankful for Zee, more thankful than he's been for any droid in his entire life. He'll be seeing more of Cal for a little while longer.

Before Cal finishes his helping, he pauses, his eyebrows coming together as he chews slowly. Concerned, Greez looks at him, wondering if he accidentally burned some vegetables or something, but Cal swallows and looks at Greez with wide eyes.

"Is that... The Agasar?"

Greez listens, and sure enough, Eseerin Vasahina plays softly in the distance where Greez's old jukebox sits. Cal stands and follows the sound of the music towards the beat down stage. After a second, Greez follows. Cal has this dumb grin on his face, his eyes are closed and his head bops slightly to the thundering drums and screeching violins.

"I thought you didn't like The Agasar," Cal says after a second, opening his eyes to look down at Greez. Stars, the kid is practically beaming.

And yeah, Greez doesn't really care for their music, they're loud and whenever Cal tried to play their music over the Mantis speakers, it always ended up giving Greez a headache.

Greez folds both pairs of arms, trying to not look as proud of himself as he feels. "I'm surprised you don't like them too, considering Sorc Tormo tried to have you mauled to death to the tune of one of their songs."

Cal's grin widens. "Greez, if I had to die to the tune of a song, I would love it to be Sugaan Essana."

"Morbid," Greez says, and Cal laughs.

Greez watches as Cal returns to appreciating the music, something warm settling somewhere in his stomach. Cal may think he can't have a place to call home, but dammit if Greez won't pound into his head that the saloon, at the least, could be. Maybe this mission for Tanalorr will keep Cal around long enough to see that.

For now, Greez will just support Cal where he can. Food, Mantis repairs, a bedroom, and some music.

As Cal uses the back door to leave the saloon while Greez goes with Bode to lock up the front doors, he finds himself content with just that much. Cal probably has no plans to stick around longer than what this Tanalorr mission would allow, but man it's good to have him around even for that long.

He's a good kid, and Greez will cherish his presence while he has it, and make sure Cal understands that here, at Pyloon's Saloon, he will always have a place to return to.

[trappedtowers]

Trapped Towers Dev History ~ How We Got Here (Final Part)

(Middle art piece done by @/evilredyoshis)

CORRECTION FOR PART 2: THE TRAPPED TOWERS REBOOT ANNIVERSARY IS IN MAY. I THOUGHT IT WAS JUNE. NO IT IS MAY 15TH. I GASLIT MYSELF FOR OVER A YEAR WHAT.

Hey again everybody !!

So we reached the beginning of the current stage of Trapped Towers last time, the official beginning to the reboot in May 2021. This final part will cover a bit less I do think, mainly because a lot of the old/scrapped content I think I'd like to go a bit more in-depth with in seperate posts. However, there's still stuff to go through. It's gonna be a lot less story of Trapped Towers and a bit more sappy emotional though, hope you all don't mind.

So, for the final time in this mini series - lets hope into it shall we?

May 2021 - Present ~ The New Trapped Towers:

I will always remember those first few months of the new TeamT VERY VERY fondly. It wasn't perfect, we weren't all fully motivated, but we sure were making progress slowly. TeamT was always very chaotic - and sure some of it hasn't aged great and isn't the best to look at, I should have cut some stuff instantly and cut ties with others quick - but nights like staying in voice call with some of the best team members I could have asked for just screwing about, playing video games and screensharing it in about the worst way, and coming up with some amazing ideas for the project. I'll remember those fondly.

Stuff like this is what makes projects like this worth it. The memories and friends - as corny as that is.

But hey, you're here for the story, not for the sappy "the real trapped towers was the friends we made along the way" schpiel. So, what happened in the months from the Trapped Towers reboot beginning? Well, we worked. We made songs. We made new concepts, new art, and more. The story I'd written made - and I won't say who and if they out themselves AGAIN it's their own fault - made somebody CRY. Have you ever made somebody cry from a story you've written. The initial thoughts is "oh no they're crying, that's sad I didn't wanna make them sad" but very quickly the giddyness hits.

Emotional aspects of storytelling are one of the things I've been wanting to hit for ages. To have somebody connect to a character and their story to a point where it brings genuine emotion - it's the best. Not only for the reader's attatchment and immersion, but to you. To know you managed to create a story that compelling that it caused that. I won't drag this out much longer, but it's really something I'm aiming for with Trapped Towers and I do hope to get you all with some of these plot points.

Back to the timeline though, things began to slow further around November, with most things basically halting in December - though shoutout to the artists and musicians who carried us that whole time. January was a break month, February we hoped to be back in action but things didn't quite resume for a while. April picked it up a little more, with new art and concepts and writing happening, but not much else.

It's not a satisfying end to this story is it. We just kind of... died off.

But it's not the end, is it?

This was something I said in the team general channel in February 2022 and I still hold by it to this day. Trapped Towers has been a major part of my life since the day it was first made, and it always will be. I'm forever grateful for how things have turned out, even if it feels like the project never gets anywhere.

So until the day comes where I can release this, I'll keep posting, writing etc. I will keep working until it happens no matter how long it'll take. That's the end of the timeline and sappy stuff for now though. Lets go through some content.

Content Highlights:

(TO NOTE A LOT OF OLD CONTENT IS MADE BY VARIOUS OLD TEAM MEMBERS AS WELL AS MYSELF. @/evilredyoshis like usual, JackInASack who I believe does not have tumblr, Mojo, StellarDee, and many many more names I wish I could list. A full Trapped Towers credits list will happen one day, every name who was involved will be respected and honoured <3)

Y'know instead of "old content" this time, we've got highlights instead. Some of it will be old yes, but there's too much overlap with yesterday for me to just show old content because then there'd be barely anything.

MOST RECENT TRAPPED TOWERS SOUNDTRACK

ALSO TWO WHOLE DEVLOGS YOU CAN LOOK AT !!

AND THE SECOND ONE !!

Y'know I put that a lot of this was made by old team members, and yeah especially in the soundtrack more people appear but a lot of this art is done by Madeline PFFTT. Shoutout to her once again @/evilredyoshis she was actually the goat of TeamT. Did so so much.

There's SO SO much content I could share here and I would love to share it ALL. Unfortunately I don't want to ram this post with too much. If we do get a game out of this, I'll be sure to include a gallery with EVERYTHING.

There's also a lot of great animatics done. You can guess who by at this point. I have already got permission from her to use her old work for all these posts, so I'll likely do a post dedicated to the relevant/appropriate ones and explaining a bit behind them.

But seriously to end this off, I just want to say again how grateful I am for everyone and everything that has happened to Trapped Towers in these past 6 years. To anyone who sees this if you were a part of TeamT, still (technically) are a part of it despite how nobody is really doing anything besides me lol, or if you've just been following the project. Thank you. Thank you so much.

That's all from me. I'll speak to you all again soon.

- JustDaniel

[misscrawfords]

Hello, end of the year ask 4, 19 and 22, please. Best wishes for next year and I hope you had a good holiday!

Thank you and the same to you! :)

4. Movie of the year?

I watched some great films this year. I think it's got to be a toss-up between Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning which was just A Very Good Time With Hayley Atwell and kicked off a summer of watching all the MI films or Wonka that I saw with Year 7 and was just utterly charming. I went in with no expectations but was blown away - it was just delightful!

19. What’re you excited about for next year?

A lot of things! Mainly because after several years of stess and anxiety and feeling like there was nothing in my future which was really caused by my father's illness, I am slowly getting my mojo back and starting to look towards the future more. I'm looking forward to feeling my way hopefully to some big decisions about what I want my future to look like; it's nerve-wracking but it's time. I want change and I think it's coming in 2024. I'm being gentle with myself because, y'know, ~2023, but I am in such a better place mentally to start this process of discovery. More prosaically, I'm looking forward to travelling with my mum in the Easter holidays. She hasn't been abroad in years and I'm going to plan a trip with her, probably to France but maybe Italy. I'm excited about spending time with my wonderful friends and planning things with them. I'm just - glad I've got things to look forward to.

22. Favorite place you visited this year?

Big year for European travel actually. I think my favourite place was Krakow. I absolutely fell in love with the city - never been to Poland before. It was so clean and safe and pleasant to exist it. I could see myself living there easily. Moreover, I really connected with my Jewish ancestry in the Kazimierz (Jewish quarter) and while I wouldn't say I enjoyed visiting Auschwitz, I think it was an important thing to do and I learned a lot. And I got to meet @fradine which was awesome!

End of year asks

[lifeinahole27]

I promise I'm alive

Eventually, I'm gonna sit down and write out where I've been for the last six months. I owe a huge apology to @grimmswan for never finishing her Christmas fic, first and foremost. And mostly I just wanted to let everyone know I'm still around. Here's the Sparknotes:

Last June, I got passed over for a promotion to AGM at the hotel I was working at. I was promoted instead to "Front Office Manager" and finally got to move to a daytime schedule after we found a new auditor to replace me.

On September 1, I had to fire my first employee ever - that same auditor that I was so excited to replace me - and so that was a fun experience. It meant that I was back to splitting audit duties with the other guy.

We tried to get one of the other desk agents to learn audit. The first attempt did not go well. He was supposed to cover during the weekend of my brother's wedding when I was off work and I genuinely don't remember how we worked the schedule for that now, but I know it was tenuous for a minute.

That same guy that didn't do well on the audit quit via text message the week of Thanksgiving, when the General Manager was on vacation, essentially fucking the rest of us for the rest of the week. He was my best friend at the job. I have not spoken to him since.

At Christmastime, the AGM essentially yelled at me as if I was a child for correcting her on something that she was doing improperly. Her mindset was that she had been working (at another property) for 15 years so she knew how to do her job and there's more than 1 way to do something and I needed to accept that. (Fun sidenote: I had been at that property for almost 4 years and she was doing something wrong. That's the fun thing about different properties. What works at one may not work the same at another.)

After that incident, I was job hunting. I finally got to go to a Christmas luncheon at this hotel (I was always working audit in the years before, so I had never gone before) but I was so miserable the entire time I was there but did a great job acting.

I was forced to work until 12:30am on NYE because my manager was convinced it was going to be a busy day. As I had worked NYE twice before and J had worked it once, we knew it was not going to be busy enough for two people. But still I was forced to work the one day I hate working (thanks to SA memories) and that was the final straw for me.

On January 4, I got a call from the company I had applied to at the recommendation of one of my previous GMs from my old hotel. A few days later, I did a pre-interview/info session with the Talent Manager. Two days after that, I did my interview with a group of managers. And on January 10, I handed in my notice to the hotel.

January 30, I left the hotel at 7:15am, no longer employed by it.

On February 6, I flew out to Denver and spent a week with a BFF I made in the CS community. We had a writers' retreat while I housesat for my sister while she was on vacation. I flew home on February 13 and got my company issued computers set up.

I started the new employment on February 14. My entire upstairs is almost completely renovated after three months of working on it after 7 years of depression. I have quit smoking. I am slowly getting my writing mojo back. My GP and therapist are both astonished at how happy I am.

In the months since I left, I have fully realized that I was essentially being abused at my last job. I was just so driven by my goals there that I was willing to excuse all of the bullshit in hopes of making it in my career. I asked for my vacation time a couple months ago and no one guilt-tripped me because I'm going on vacation in June. I told them I would be happy to take my laptop and work while I'm there and they told me to not even think about it. To go have fun and enjoy my vacation.

I don't know what all of this means for my CS writing. I don't know if that will come back. I would like to. I would love to finish some projects that are half-written. I would love to do another year of cards and finish that not-so-secret santa fic for @grimmswan. I just have to be a little more patient with myself and see what happens.

Okay, that wasn't as short as I expected it to be, because I guess it was a lot. Anyway, hi everyone. This is the happiest I've been since 2015. I'm happy to be back. <3

[lavender-long-stories]

Nari's Feral on Display Part 1

spoilers for Lavender Clouds

This is the comment that started it all.

I read this everyonce and while when I need motivation to keep writing or just need my mojo back.

Thank you chaos nugget Nari (should I change your banner from ‘Nari I Blame You’ to ‘Chaos Nugget Nari’??) for reading through my chaotic bull shit idea of Hinata joining the Akatsuki. 

“Hinata was literally living her cotagecore dream, meanwhile Tsunade in her office like "THE FUCK IS SHE DOING WITH ITACHI?"”

I don’t come back to Tsunade’s POV when she finds out about Hinata joining the Akatsuki or is spotted with Itachi, but I am sure there was a scream so loud that birds outside ran away in fear, or maybe she knows about Itachi >.> and she thinks it's good that they two defunct heirs found each other. The true questions is: is Tsunade a Itachi x Hinata shipper? Does she believe the rumor that Hinata married Itachi?? 

Who do you think would have believed it?

“But my girl ended up in Suna, I ended up shipping gaahina”

This story is a roller coaster of the last man Hinata is around is the one I shipper her with the most. Having a cute moment with Gaara being his roommate, quiet moments with Itachi, late night tea with Sasori, mourning with Sasuke, and damn even missions with Kisame. (I need to stopped, some one stop me) 

“Give Gaara more hugs and head pats, the challenge.”

Gaara getting so attached to someone so completely kind to him after years of not letting himself trust people and only really starting to open up with Naruto and his siblings is gut-wrenching and the reason I had to write a GaaHina immediately I needed him to have the love he deserved (and would be able to get in this story)

“She really has a type, huh?”

Hinata’s type is broken and just needs a hug.

“I shit you not, I heard the wedding bells inside my head when Itachi first showed up”

Oh, everyone ships ItaHina soo hard in the beginning. 

“This story made me ship itahina as well”

Soft harem roller coaster XD

“Hinata is literally the only character I can see babying fucking criminals, it was so fucking funny when she was treating Itachi and Kisame (and Deidara, and Hidan) and they didn't want the whole treatment and she was like "I will take care of you whether you want it or not" and pointing the metaphorical knife at them.”

I think that this is what kept writing this fun. Hinata slowly becoming irreplaceable in their lives through forcibly taking care of them.

“"Itachi’s lip quirked up. He thought this was funny. Hinata’s face turned red." Kiss him on the mouth then :D”

Hahahahaha calm down Nari XD

“Overall, cutting your hair can be really freeing... As well as joining a terrorist organization because some handsome stranger smiled at ya, we've all been there, girl.”

Heartbreak? Cut your hair. Run away from home. Join terrorists. Your coping mechanism is valid, queen. XD

Lavender Clouds

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: Hinata runs away from home into the arms of the Akatsuki. Bonds with Itachi. Saves his brother. Learns to reverse Gentle Fist. Raises a demon baby?

Tags: Adventure  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Romance  |  Slow Burn  |  Happy Ending  |  Akatsuki Hyuuga Hinata  |  Hyuuga Hinata-centric  |  Akatsuki Uchiha Sasuke  |  Canon-Typical Violence

@nikandrros

[lia-jones]

hello once again, lia!

i know it's been quite a while (and honestly i feel a bit bad for leaving you in the dark for so long), but i sort of left tumblr for a while,,,i needed a little break from social media for a bit since i wasn't in the best head space, and recently school started for me again, so things have been quite busy. also, i think you'd be happy to hear that i did really well in the exams i wrote earlier this year!

anyways, how are things with you? i see you haven't posted anything, but since all my exams are done, i finally have time to catch up on your most recent chapters!

i can't wait to hear from you!!! - 🌸 anon

Hello Dear Anon 🌸

It turns out... burnout is a real thing. And it hit pretty bad, along with some other issues from my personal life. I went full-on hermit mode, and writing has been on the back burner.

I'm slowly coming back to my old self, and I have been taking the chapters one by one from my mental shelf. I still don't feel my old writing mojo, but I'll get there. And once I do, I think I will fully return to who I was. Good news though! I was promoted in December and climbed 5 levels on the corporate ladder. This took a huge toll on me, but it was worth it. After that, though, I really could use every second I had to rest.

Andrea and Victor are not forgotten, nor they will be until this story is done. Looking forward to opinions, ideas, best/worst moments, so I get my juices flowing again!

Lots of love to you (and whoever reads this) and I'm sorry for the long absence.

Not dead. :) Definitely back. And hopefully soon some chapters as well.

[john-bitchester]

06×07, family matters, lets fucking go, I am so ready for this

Uhm. Cass buddy, you good?

OH MY GOD INTERNET WHY DOST THOU HATE SPN

I just wacthed a 2h movie (the chikago 7 trials, I reccomend) no issue

I put on ONE teeny tiny spn ep. And its like 'actually nah'

It cant be the amazing special effects needing extra loading time istg

Okay you know what is scary

How well Sam‽ can lie to us

Like, I didn't trust him for a second, except for the 'he wanted to kill me?' Moment

But with the vampire and Samuel confrinting him 'did you let it happen?'

Thats not ackels(?) Playing sam‽ lying, that’s ackles playing Sam, being like 'wtf bro'

Meaning that to us (and the characters) Sam‽ is a friggin amazing liar

OH MY GOD CASS IS INQUIRING ABOUT THE EMOTIONS THING

I am so not ready for thos

(My dearest friend) Bunbun it should be x-mas so you can be here to hold my hand

SAM‽ YOU ARE EVADING THE QUESTION

Cass don't rape the guy

Or hit him with a belt like a bad boy

Chew toy go HWARMPH

Okay

Okay

Okay

Remeber the little boy?

The good actor???

Cas says

Bite on this, go somewhere soothing (pain indicators)

Fuck fuck fuck

Cass is checking his soul

Soul checking hurts

Holy fuck homt fuck

Look at cass s frown

What if Sam did make a deal after all

I mean, we established him a great liar

We know that dean is soulless after returning from hell (I misunderstood this, the horse guy just meant he was too depressed to want anything)

What if Sam also left his soul in hell, but it got ripped out wrong or smt

EVIL SWAMP

WENCH*

I couldnt find the word hahaha

Im going cooko crayceay

DID YOU FIND ANYTHING??

NO

WHAY IF THAT IS NOT AS IN 'NO I DIDNT FIND ANYTHIGNWROGN, BUT AS IN 'NO I DIDNT FIND ANYTHIG AT ALL

WHAT IF MY THEORY IS RIGHT

Both the winchesters made a deal, sold their soul, got em ripped out in hell. Dean got put back by an angel, profsessional in 'putting humans back atom by atom'

SO WHAT IF SAM GOT PUT BACK WRONG BY A FOOL WHO DIDNT DO IT EIGHT AND THUS FUCKED UP HIS FUCKING SOUL SHAPED HOLE

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK

SAM IS FUCKING SOLULLESS

HOLY FUCKING SHITTING XOW

Holy fuck

What the fuck

Okay

What messed him up

Aaah I fuckingnlove puzzles

So sam got put back wrong

HOY FUCK I AM FREQKING OUT

Everytime cass says a new sentence, a new thing is discovered

And then I freak out about it and send you abt 5 texts

And then I play the next sentence

AND AMOTHER THING IS DICOVERED

Im freakin out

DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING QUICKLY I CALLED IT WITH THE CAGE THEORY

I know were only at ep 7

BUT I GOT THAT SO QUIKC

I am still standing by my theory that Lucy somehow popped Sam‽ back

[This is a vessel, my true form is the size of your chrysler building]

Suddenly im thinking back to my teachers speech in the assembly hall about how all them rich people build tall buildings to have a little dick size comparison fight

[Of course, your problems always come first.]

WAS THAT BABY'S FIRST SARCASM

DUDE STOP FUCKING LYING(Sam‽)

'He's our grandfather'

As if that should mean shite to you considering who your dad is

YOU PICKED FUCKING SAMUEL OVER DEAN

Man I am so over Sam‽s bullshit

Please tell me this is Sam being a double spy

YES THABK YOU

Purgatory?

The freaks get cleansed, and then send to heavem or hell?

Oh my god it is purgatory!

Im sorry. My guy can literally rip thick chains apart, but you are trying to tell me that some leather binds he had to slowly scratch open????

Its nice to see Christopher(?) Lose some faith in Samuel

Damn what is this, jurassic park??

The rate people dying

Christian is a demon????

He got possesed just right now this moment???

Man this show

DADDDYYYYY

Crowleys voice is sooo fucking tasty

The growl thing hes got going on

Like the bit where he goes 'now im the king and ive got mojo'

Thats a snack

I loooove Sam just cocking his gun

(You put a bullet in your grandfather or you step aside)

Especially bc this feels very regular sam

It do annoy me that they portray Sam‽ as angy (let it go: Dean) After we spend the whole ep. Establishing he dont have emotions