#I was like ‘I could get used to this reenactment every two weeks thing’ but unfortunately it is over

[thebaffledcaptain]

Things that happened at the 2024 Mount Harmon Plantation Rebels and Redcoats Tactical Event

as recounted by a humble fifer light infantryman of His Majesty’s 22nd Regiment of Foot, for his own records:

Thanks to the weather forecast and the distance of the event, the 22nd had a whopping turn out of four men. Originally I had planned to do field music but the sergeant agreed that it was kind of pointless for such a small group, so, in a last minute change of plans, I had the opportunity to do my second new impression in as many weeks as 22nd light infantry??

We don’t even officially have a light infantry company for our unit anymore. This was the regiment’s only light kit, which we only recently put together for use at display events, so I felt very honored getting to christen it on the battlefield.

Officially speaking our battalion was "on reserve" in the morning, according to orders. However, this being a tactical event, obviously that was subject to change. The bets at how long we would stay on reserve came in at about 15 minutes.

We were on reserve for maybe five minutes.

The Doodles came in fast and also didn't feel much like playing by the rules (which were that if you were outnumbered, you were supposed to fall back lest you get killed or taken prisoner). Instead they camped at one end of a footbridge and heckled us while we had them bottlenecked for a good half hour.

For some reason the 22nd lads were all put in the second rank despite being the three shortest people on the company.

The good Sergeant brought his little carbine for me to use, figuring that, being the regiment’s resident Small Person, I would have less trouble with it than with a standard Model 2.

Overall I would agree it was more comfortable for me. My file partner from the 7th, however, was very patient as I struggled to fire from the second rank with a gun that was six inches shorter than everyone else’s and a height that was about a head shorter than his, too.

Established some pretty formidable fortifications by propping up a picnic table in front of the footbridge. No gabions necessary.

At one point our company led a bayonet charge against the Rebels still sitting at the end of this footbridge (and VASTLY outnumbered by British forces, mind you). The Doodles attempted a volley where only about four muskets went off but for some reason our entire company "died" because... well, we were attempting to play by the rules...

According to said rules, we were later miraculously revived by our commander with the Holy and Sacred Incantation "I Shalleth Liveth Forever Ressurectus."

Nearly lost the Sergeant to the Foreman Creek when he leaned back a little too hard on a fence that was a little too flimsy. His first reaction was “SAVE THE HAT! IT’S WORTH MORE THAN ME!” so you can imagine he was fine.

I admit that I, too, gasped about his hat before I vocalized any concern about him, as much as I care about him, but clearly we were on the same page.

The hat was fine, too, by some miracle. Thank goodness.

At one point two of the 22nd lads decide to run everyone’s canteens back up to camp along with a message for headquarters. This was a kind gesture until they ran straight into a group of Doodles and were never seen again for the rest of the battle. We could only assume the poor lads got captured… along with everyone’s water.

Initially I was unsure whether I would regret not sending my canteen with them to be refilled but as it turns out that was the best decision I could have possibly made. It was 83 degrees that day.

Eventually the 22nd sergeant takes his leave from us for Real Life Health Reasons which means I am now the only Cheshire in our battalion, having (presumably) lost both my comrades to the Rebels. I had never fallen out with the 7th guys until this weekend but they’re a nice group and I’m glad I was stuck with them and not… some of the other units.

The 7th guys, almost none of which now had water, spent the aftermath of the battle desperately asking around for any sign of the canteens, never mind the lads who took them…

Got back to camp and couldn’t find the rest of my regiment. After a while I stumbled across the Sergeant who appeared, to me, to have spawned like an NPC under a tree I had already passed multiple times.

Maybe 20 minutes later the Canteen Lads materialize seemingly out of thin air. I ask them how they managed to escape and they inform me they were never captured in the first place?

In a wild turn of events they managed to make a run for it and escape unscathed when that group of Doodles closed in, making it back to camp and bringing word to headquarters to send reinforcements… so it turns out they were the reason our battalion managed to escape from our position behind our picnic table fortification.

Unfortunately this also meant we were permanently separated from them for the rest of the battle because we were not remotely in the same place as when they left us, so evidently they just sat around until the coast was clear, with all the canteens, while we marched out to route the rest of the Doodles. The sort of stuff you only get at tacticals.

Once we were reunited it immediately became Regimental Nap Time. Every one of us just laid in the grass and slept for like an hour. It’s about the simple pleasures of life.

Both spoiled and not spoiled in terms of food this weekend. Being a group of only four, we had a dinner that exclusively consisted of random bits of cheese and bread and rotisserie chicken, which frankly was fine by me, but by no means our most elaborate meal.

However, the Sergeant seems to have taken up baking recently, and brought us a wonderful apple pie which we ate for dessert.

...and also breakfast the next day (with a bit of Skellig cheese, a new favorite of ours... would highly recommend). I mean, it beats burgoo (18th century style oatmeal) (though I am rather fond of burgoo).

Got to complete what I consider a reenactor rite of passage by using a bayonet as a bottle opener only to realize it was a screw top the whole time.

Made a friend of mine cry via sad 18th century music, which I consider more of an honor than anything else. She was fine, if anyone was worried, only expressing an emotion I too resonate with on a deep level (the Sad 18th Century Music Emotion).

The Rebels were out bright and early the next day—too bright and early for many of our tastes—as we had not received orders nor even eaten our breakfasts yet by the time we spotted them from camp.

It made for some cool maneuvers though so I can’t complain. My brother-in-arms sniped a stubborn Doodle who refused to fall with the rest of his unit. In the end I’m not sure if it was his own moral conscience or the hearty “DIE REBEL BASTARD!” that got him to stand down.

Ran a good bayonet charge at some Rebels who were confident they had us in a pincer maneuver only to discover we had already picked off the other half of said pincer.

In the meantime our commander interviewed our captives, asking questions such as “so, how did you feel when you saw you were being bayonet charged?” “on a scale from one to ten, how likely would you be to recommend this bayonet charge?” and “what was the scariest part—was it the Fusilier feathers, the light infantry [referring to me, the sole light infantryman in the battalion…] or the bayonets?”

The answer to this question was “the fifer.”

As a fifer myself (on most occasions) I am compelled to say this was the correct answer.

This event ended far too soon, partially because we simply routed the Rebels so thoroughly there was no point in continuing. The “war” was over by 10 am, which was far too early to leave, by my standards, so the Cheshires stuck around for a little longer to eat our yet unfinished breakfast.

In a very typical move, my brother-in-arms and I were the very last people to leave the site. Neither of us could be persuaded to leave any earlier than we possibly had to and spent a good amount of time procrastinating by helping the sergeant pack up all his stuff instead of dealing with our own.

In the end we were about five minutes too slow—we had managed to generally skirt the rain for the entire weekend until the very last couple minutes taking down the tent, during which it started suddenly pouring. To me, this seemed like a sign that we had gone as far as we could and now it was probably time to leave the 18th century, something I am always loathe to do, but alas… at least we can say we didn’t waste a second of it.

[idkwhatever580]

Baby No!

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: Reader finds a mug identical to Natasha's favorite mug and starts plotting...

Warnings: Fake tears, broken glass, swearing, kind of mandala effect, karma? (I don't believe in karma, but it's the easiest way to explain it.

A/N: Hey guys! I feel like I haven't made a serious post in forever and I am having some serious writers block with the requests (I'm so super-duper sorry about that) But I always feel like after writing a few pranks, I get into the gist of things again. However, I might be fooling myself this time since I think I have a 2,000-word essay due next week that I haven't started on and a 1,000-word essay possibly 1,500 words due the following week, so yeah. T-T

Also, this was inspired by that one masc lesbian tiktoker named Alaire. They make a bunch of videos reenacting scenes with their girlfriend who has only ever dated men. They always go like "baby no!" when their gf is crying or about to cry lol.

It was just a normal day for you, driving home from buying groceries and you impulsively decided to stop at your local thrift store to see if they had anything new.

They knew you buy name and saved what they thought would interest you because you frequented their shop so much. You literally got first pick on most of the items they had solely because they love you so much.

So, as you stroll in, you smile and wave at the owner who waves back and nods her head to signal that there is new stuff in the back waiting for you to inspect.

You smile and walk right past all of the racks and shelves that you've sifted through a hundred times before, and you walk into the back and wave at Mary, the sorter.

You walk to your section that they labeled and you immediately frown, you spot a mug that you know.

It's Natasha's favorite mug. The mug has cute handle and was the only one that you could ever find. So, you walk over to it and pick it up wondering if it ended up in the box of things that you donated, possibly on accident. Although you could have sworn Nat was using it just the other day.

You roll your eyes picking it up and remembering that you have cold groceries in the car, you decide that you need to go. While taking it to the register, you decide not to mention anything to Kevin, the cashier, because they would probably give it back to you for free and you hate to leave them without buying a single thing.

You pay for the mug and take it home. Once you get back, you quietly wash the mug and go to put it in its usual spot, but you find that the mug is already there. You have a moment where your brain is stuck trying to put the pieces together, but when it clicks that you just bought a duplicate to the unique mug that Natasha loves so dearly, you start plotting.

You smirk and run upstairs knowing that Nat is in training for another hour or so and you quickly grab the fake blood from your period prank with Nat.

You know that Nat will probably come in on the first floor, and you chill in the basement, where Nat has coincidentally found her mug from you forgetting to put it back after stealing it. You check the time and calculate how long you have.

15 minutes... that's enough time for you to glue a fragment of the dupe coffee mug to your hand mostly carefully so you don't actually cut yourself and pour the blood in a way that it is dripping down your arm from your hand.

Once you are sure it looks amazing from every angle, you smirk and set up the camera. Which probably would have been easier to do with two hands but whatever. You like to do things the hard way sometimes.

Natasha comes in and yells out, "Y/n! I'm home!"

You yelp out pretending to be startled by her voice and you drop the mug on the floor.

Natasha hears the familiar crash of shattering ceramic and runs down to check on you saying, "Y/n? Are you alright?"

You fake a worried face and tone, "Yes! I'm fine baby! Just whatever you do, don't come down here!"

She frowns, "I need to make sure you are okay, I'm coming down okay?"

"Baby No!"

It's too late, she is already rushing down the stairs to check on you, the first thing she sees when she scans the room is you cowering in the middle of the floor with shattered ceramic pieces all around you and one big shard in your hand, "Y/n! Oh my god!"

She runs over, careful not to kick any ceramic pieces around, and carefully takes your hand in hers, "What happened detka?"

She looks into your eyes and you make your lip quiver and your eyes fill with tears as she tries to hush you, "No baby, its okay, please don't cry."

You let a few tears slip and say, "but- but you- I-" Your eyes widen as you look down and say, "Nat please don't be mad!"

She furrows her eyebrows reaching in the closet quickly to grab a first aid kit as she sits you on a table to assess your hand.

You frown and rush out, "I was drinking with your mug and then you scared me, and I dropped it and broke your favorite mug!"

She freezes when she realizes exactly what mug you have stabbing into your hand right now, but only briefly. She quickly composes herself and shakes her head, "I don't care baby, mugs are replaceable, you are not."

You quickly smirk at the camera when she looks away but recover when she comes back. She sets up her stuff and stops to look up into your eyes, "Detka? I know this isn't your first rodeo, but this is probably going to hurt like a bitch. I still need you to sit still though, okay?"

You nod your head as she starts to carefully wipe the blood off to try and assess the wound and how many stitches you'll need.

She frowns, "This looks like it should be deeper, but I think it is only superficial. That is a good thing, it means you might not have to go to Bruce, but I'm going to need to take the ceramic shard out before I make any final decisions."

You nod your head, but as she goes to pull it out slowly you yelp and pull your hand away before she can even touch it, "I'm scared! What if I bleed out?"

She shakes her head and holds yours in her hands, "You're not going to bleed out, I promise. If I was worried about that, I would have already taken you to the Med-bay, okay? I just need you to trust me. Take a deep breath, okay?"

You inhale and exhale slowly, and then bring your hand over to hers and nod your head.

When Natasha pulls the cut shard off of your hand though, she sees that it was glued on, and your hand underneath it is completely fine. When you see confusion cross her features, you start giggling, and not long after you are laughing your ass off.

She makes the connection, and her face drops to a glare. "Are you kidding me? I was so concerned about how the hell you even got a piece of ceramic this big into your hand in the first place, and you were just pranking me the whole time?"

You giggle and nod your head, but you forget to tell her about the duplicate mug scenario, so she frowns and says, "Did you seriously break my mug for a prank?"

After thinking about it, you decide to double prank her and nod your head laughing even more, but you realize you crossed the line when she drops down and slowly starts picking up every piece she can, and she starts trying to place them together.

Obviously, this doesn't work, and it crumbles to pieces again, but she sniffs a bit, and you realize the gravity of the situation. You place a hand on her shoulder, and she shrugs you off, so you try to talk to her, "Baby? I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realize it meant that much."

She shakes her head and mumbles out, "My sestra got that mug for me. It was the second thing she ever bought for herself once she got out of the red room, and she gave it to me. She- she's going to be heartbroken when she finds out it's broken. I'm heartbroken that it is broken." She lets a tear fall and then composes herself.

"Wow, I- I never knew, I'm so sorry. Can't we just find one on ebay or something?"

Nat lets out a frustrated huff and stands up and she starts cleaning the glass off the floor as she rants, "No! I can't find one on ebay, don't you think I've tried? Don't you think I know how clumsy and stupid you are, and was trying to be prepared for a situation like this to happen because you never ever listened to me when I told you not to touch my mug, but you're Y/N so you have to break the rules! I just didn't realize that the reason I would need such a duplicate would be because you are so careless and awful that you'd break this!"

Your jaw drops a bit at her rant, and you try to find words as Nat huffs and starts calming her breathing. You are a little hurt by her words which, on one side, you don't have a right to be hurt because you are the one that wanted to do a prank, but on the other hand, Nat just admitted that she never initially trusted you with her mug which really hurts. "I- I don't know what to say..."

Nat sighs and mumbles, "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I am just frustrated and I-"

You put your hand up to stop her and move to open a drawer and grab the original mug. You hold it in your hands, "I found a mug that looked exactly like yours at the thrift store today. I thought it would be some harmless fun to smash the duplicate one and prank you, but I'm realizing that I may have taken it too far."

You try to not let the fact that you are incredibly hurt show, but you are not the black widow or anything, so you just start on your own rant. "I know it was heartless and cruel of me to play this kind of prank on you. In my defense you never told me the story behind the mug, so I didn't realize how much it meant to you. Now... I am very sorry that I broke the duplicate on purpose, but here is your precious mug that you clearly don't trust my clumsy ass with. And most of all, I'm sorry that you never trusted me enough with it in the first place, so much so, that you thought you had to find it online so that I wouldn't hurt your precious mug."

You softly, but firmly, push the original mug into Natasha's hand and step back. You turn to go upstairs and inevitably lock yourself in the bathroom or something, but Nat says, "Y/n wait! I- I didn't mean it, I was just angry, okay? People say things that they don't mean when they get angry."

You huff and turn around and hold up your pointer finger, "No Natasha, you’re lying to me, want to know how I know that you are lying? Natasha Romanoff does not say hurtful things when she gets angry. Maybe I do, maybe Yelena and Tony and Steve and Alexie and so many others do, but not Natasha. No..."

You pause and start using every name in the book you can come up with, "Natalie Rushman stays calm and collected when she is angry, Fanny Longbottom takes a step back and thinks before she speaks, Natalia Romanova is calculative and smooth with her words. So, no... Do not tell me that MY Natalia Alianovna Romanova has suddenly had a change of heart, and suddenly starts spewing nonsense that she doesn't mean when she is angry, because that is a lie. The Nat I know, has more self-control than anyone on this earth, the Talia I know does not say something that she doesn't mean unless she knows I will catch her joke or understand her sarcasm, the Natty I know doesn't lie for things like this. So don't go and say something just to make me feel better after you spoke your truth, even if it did hurt my feelings..."

You take a deep breath and look deep into her eyes, "And before you say it, I know I have no right to be hurt over how you felt when I broke your mug, but you and I both know it goes so much deeper than just a mug. I get why you were angry and frustrated, I really do, and I understand why you said those hurtful things, you had every right to do it. Those hurtful things were at least truthful, I just wish you didn't feel the need to lie to save my peace. I wish you'd have told me that you didn't trust me with something that meant so much to you. It probably would have saved a lot of hurt."

She opens and closes her mouth to try and come up with something. Anything. She sighs eventually and nods her head, “you’re right. I should have just told you, it’s no excuse but I thought it would be better if I kept it a secret, but now I see that I was wrong. I'm sorry baby."

You hum and say, "Honestly, I'd have done the same thing. So, sorry for getting all pissy about it, you were just trying to look out for me, but unfortunately it was a lose-lose situation for the both of us." Thankfully, your ADHD brain jumps topics swiftly when there is an awkward pause, and you say, "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Let's make dinner!"

You both go upstairs and start cooking y'alls dinner and live happily ever after. ;)

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A/N: Hey guys, so this has been in my drafts for a few weeks now, and I am just really trying to get it out to y'all, so it is super rushed at the end. I honestly don't even remember where I was going with it, but I had enough to bullshit it. I hope y'all like it!

Also, I am going to stop writing for a while, I think college is really catching up to me, and honestly, I am only apologizing to the people who I promised I'd write their fics. I really got in over my head and I am so so sorry. If I end up writing those fics, it is definitely going to be a surprise for the both of us. I might write a few things every now and then, or if your request can be shortened then I might do that. BUT that is only if I am inspired to write. Once again, I do apologize for breaking a promise, but I have to prioritize myself and I can't apologize for that.

Also Also, I have not been super active on tumblr recently, so if I don't reply or I am not interacting with your posts as I usually would, I am okay, and I pinky promise I am not going to do anything concerning. Maybe I break my normal promises, but you best believe I hold true to my pinky promises.

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[purityonice]

🥽 JOHN DORY X READER HEADCANONS ❤️

Requsted? yeah :)

🥽 If you plan a night out John Dory is usually the one who plans the date. EVEN IF you were the one who initially began planning it he WILL take over. Force of habit I guess

🥽 Definitely the type to grab you and pull you back into bed whenever you try to get up to do anything. Grabbing you closer kissing you along your neck tighting his grip on you before pushing you off the bed when you get comfortable. Laughing at your stunned/annoyed face.

🥽 Still flirts with you like you just met, grabbing your arm and twirling you around and pretending like you’ve never met.

🥽 Often begs for rubs/messages because of his sore body due to him adventuring for years. He sulks if you don’t comply and turns around to face his back to you, looking back frequently until you give in.

🥽 This man cooks, cleans, and is an expert on vehicles. You will wake up at 6am and see hes already went for light jog and came back sweaty with ready breakfast on the table. downside is he often forgets to make breakfast for two because hes so used to living alone.

🥽 Keeps every. single. gift. you get him. He’s obviously a guy that loves to have keepsakes he loves little things you wouldn’t even notice.

“OH MY GOD YOU STILL HAVE THAT?”

“HOW COULD I NOT? IT’S MEMORABILIA!”

“THAT WAS FROM LAST WEEK JOHN DORY! throw it away.”

“B-but I do it because i love you~”

“OUT JOHN DORY!”

“FINE! but when you’re old and can’t remember much don’t blame me!”

🥽 Gives you his jacket and melts at how good you look in it. Grabbing your face and planting kisses all over your face.

🥽 Loves to make you flustered but when you flirt back and fluster him it drives him crazy. Makes him feel giddy and his face heats up as his hands get sweaty as you keep flirting back with him making him stutter.

🥽 If you are a BroZone fan he will literally reenact how he would before the band split up. Breaking out into song and letting you join in. Loves that you love his band and gets excited whenever he catches you listening or singing along to their old records.

🥽 Definitely brags about you to his family and makes the trip to get you after picking up Poppy and Branch.

🥽 Will unintentionally boss you around its worse if you have siblings and are the youngest.

🥽 Loves when you cling onto him or add onto his advances towards you.

🥽 Hes not easily flustered but if you compliment his leadership, looks or singing hes over the moon and a blushing mess.

[pandasleepy07]

Ghostober - Day 12 [River]

"I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?"

WC: 1K

It was weird to have a new Papa, to have Ghouls switched around, following someone different. And weirder to be retired. Well at least for River. Lake was adjusting easily, having already dealt with a new Papa once before, and had taken to bouncing between playing pranks and watching the new summonings happen. Air and Alpha were normally busy, having been brought into Terzo’s ghouls, but the fire ghoul still made time for his packmates, claiming that nothing would break their bond, not even a new Papa. Omega was even busier than Alpha, helping Terzo constantly, whether it was with the new ghouls, or if it was explaining any mystery questions the Papa had, Omega was there. Earth was, well Earth, doing his own thing and keeping to himself. And River? He was struggling. He was used to his packmates being around all the time, used to the stupid things that they’d get into. He became quieter, often sitting at the window in the common room, staring outside blankly or sitting at the lake, on the dock, his feet in the water. 

So Alpha and Lake did the only reasonable thing they could think of, they started a prank war. Something that they knew River normally loved. They spent hours planning it, deciding to rack everyone’s brains for the pranks that River had played on the ghouls before reenacting them. They swapped the sugar and salt in the ghoul's kitchen, they created a soapy slip and slide in the Ministries hallway, they wrapped everything in his room with kitchen foil, they swapped out all the hand sanitizer with glue, they stabbed all the forks they could find in Primo's private garden and collected all of the photos that River had taken months ago of the ghouls sleeping in their rooms, spreading them on the kitchen island.

Once everything was set up, they called River to come downstairs from the common room. He had been sitting on the couch by the window again and it took a few shouts from Lake and one loud “River!” from Alpha to snap him out of his stupor. He came out into the hallway, still out of it, and immediately slipped, sliding a few feet and letting out a high squeak that sent a rumble of laughter through his two pack mates. He sat dumbfounded for a moment, before laughing softly as he struggled to stand up. He quickly found that it wasn’t worth it, and ended up just sliding himself across the hall to the stairs where he slid down those too. 

Alpha and Lake had huge grins on their faces when he finally got down to them. Lake handed him a towel so that he could wipe the suds off of his feet and pants. “That was beautiful,” Lake announced, patting his water brother on the shoulder with a proud smile.

“Proud of yourself?” River snorted, trying to dry off the best he could.

“Awww, come on! That was a classic!”

“How unoriginal.” 

Alpha shook his head at the two water ghouls. “I just wanted to know if you wanted some tea. Figured you might like something after a long week.”

River smiled at that. “I’d appreciate it.”

Alpha nodded and the three of them walked into the kitchen, River still snickering to himself. Alpha fixed some tea and passed a mug to River who walked over to the sugar and scooped a teaspoon into his tea, stirring it. He took a sip and spat it out, coughing. 

“What the hell? Is that… salt?”

Alpha chuckled and River's eyes narrowed as River grinned. “Let the prank wars begin! May the best ghoul win.”

The next week passed in a blur. Each ghoul falls for the other's prank. Lake used the hand sanitizer that he had filled with glue and had to go to Omega to get it sorted out. Omega couldn’t help a chuckle and called River and Alpha to the scene, allowing them to witness the stupidity of his actions before warning the new ghouls about the prank war happening through the walls of the Ministry. 

The longer the prank war drags on, the more they all lose energy. Looking over their shoulder every minute of the day was draining, and it hadn’t stopped. Not even when River put staining black paint in Terzo's room so when he tried to take off his paints that night he couldn’t at all.

River had come back from helping Lake teach the new water ghoul and headed straight for his room, walking past Alpha in the den. He closed the door behind him and climbed into his bed only to jump out of it, screaming a second later. Alpha and Lake burst into his room immediately, Lake looking confused and Alpha’s eyes dancing with laughter. River on the other hand had staggered away from his bed and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, clearly overstimulated as tears clouded his eyes. 

Alpha’s lips that had started to twitch up, turned into a frown and he stepped forward, worry clinching his eyebrows. “River?”

"I just want a nice, easy life. What's wrong with that?" he cried, burying his head in his hands. 

Alpha and Lake shared uneasy glances as Lake moved toward the bed to investigate the prank that Alpha had clearly played. He pulled the sheets back to reveal a whole bunch of toads. 

“I thought that they’d remind you of home,” Alpha grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Frogs are freshwater, not toads,” Lake cried, throwing his hands up in a ‘what am I going to do with you?’ motion.

“Aren’t those frogs?”

“They’re toads, genius!”

A sob rips through River's throat, snapping the attention of both ghouls towards him. They lower their voices and walk over to him, sitting down on either side of him, and gently comforting him. 

“I’m sorry,” Alpha murmured, kicking his heat up a bit in an effort to soothe the water ghoul. “I thought that this would cheer you up a bit. The whole prank war was just to do that, but I think we’ve let it get too far out of hand.”

“Guilty as charged,” Lake mumbled. 

“I’m sorry,” River sobbed. “Everything is changing so much. It's too much. I barely get to see our pack together. It feels like everything is falling apart.”

๋࣭🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑Ghostober Masterlist 2024⭑ 🕸๋࣭ ⭑🦇🕸 ๋࣭

[slxsherwriter]

Might Just Save You Yet

Fandom: 2001 Maniacs, Robert Englund characters

Pairings: Hinted Buckman x female reader

Word Count: 2,905

Warnings: This whole movie serves as a warning

Author's Note: *throws hands up in the air* I guess this is a thing? Englund characters won't leave me alone. But really, as fucked up as this movie is, there's a charm to the character that there shouldn't be and damn it, Robert makes him likeable to a degree. Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta & @tinalbion Hope you guys enjoy! There are two other ideas coming for this fool.

When you woke up just as the two in front had decided to take the detour, you briefly wondered how the hell they had made it into college in the first place. The detour sign was not official, and it didn't take a genius to see that. Because the jagged wood, painted letters, and backward lettering itself, it could not have possibly been any more obvious. But, the three knuckleheads you had somehow gotten stuck with to make it down for Florida for spring break had decided that the detour sign had to be followed.

“Seriously? Are we really taking directions from a homemade detour sign?” Anderson chuckled softly.

“Ah, calm down. It's nothing you gotta worry about.” Nothing.. lord help you the man that you called a brother was an absolute idiot at times. How you were related remained a mystery.

“When we are all disembowed in the back woods with no one coming to ever find us, don't blame me.’

“Jesus Christ, way to be over dramatic. This is why you have no friends.” You rolled your eyes.

“Maybe if you were a little more mindful, you could actually get a girl to pay attention to you, Nelson.” The other two laughed as you gave it right back to their friend. You probably should have just stuck with your original plan to fly down to Florida. You weren't staying at the beach house with the boys. No, a week-long externship had come up at a clinic that exclusively worked with veterans, and you had jumped at the chance. It wasn't like you were going to do anything besides relax and maybe draw some while on spring break anyway, and the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Anderson had told you that they were driving through, so he and his friends would pick you up instead. He had said that he wanted to see you. Part of you suspected that Corey and Nelson, friends of his since middle school, had wanted to take another shot at hooking up with you. Like damn dogs, they continued to bark up that tree every so often.

“Like you would know what it took to get a guy anyway. You're an uptight bitch.” You swallowed a retort, knowing that nothing you said would help the situation. Anderson finally jumped in.

“Hey, hey. Okay, there's no need for that now. Everyone just calm down. Besides, look, there is a town right here.” He pulled up slowly, easing off the gas as you made your way through what seemed to be an abandoned town. Everything looked like it was right out of a history book. Maybe it was a reenactment setup? They had plenty of those scattered in odd locations. You had a few friends who took it very seriously and had brought you along on a few. Enough to recognize it.

“Seems like a ghost town.” Of course, as soon as that left your brother's mouth, the car pulled up to what appeared to be the center of the small town, and suddenly, there were people everywhere. Music was playing, and they were all cheering. Almost instinctively, you curled a little further down in the car. That was far too much attention for your liking. An odd sense naggled at your brain, but it was something that you ignored, attributing it to the fact that you were now all the center of attention.

“So much for a ghost town,” you mumbled, though the guys were too dumbfounded to really be paying attention. Still, manners dictated that you didn't entirely hide, trying to offer a polite smile.

“Welcome to Pleasant Valley!” The man that stepped forward had an air of authority to him. He paused as if waiting for a reaction from the four of you, and when he got none, he leaned forward with a small laugh. Everyone in the mass who had surrounded was cheering, and it died out just as quick when there wasn't a response. The guys were entirely caught off guard, and you were suffering from a little case of the nerves. “Well, don't be a wet ding dong, fellas,” he offered as he hurried around the side of the car towards your brother.

“Buckman's the man, mayor’s my game.” He was standing beside the car now and finally seemed to notice you sitting in the back seat, and that seemingly impossible wide smile broadened further. “Now, why don't cha'all here, give us a big howdy due..hmm?” His hand was held out to Anderson, and in the blink of an eye, the older man had practically yanked your brother out of the driver seat with ease. Shaking hands, your brother remembered some manners.

“Anderson Lee, nice to meet you, sir.” Corey and Nelson were exchanging looks that could easily be deciphered as get a load of this. He managed to introduce you as his sister, but when he attempted to offer the names of the other two, Buckman interrupted.

“Lee Anderson, Lee. My, my, my. What a beautiful surname. Ya'll ain't from the south now, are ya?” You decided to jump in.

“Yes, sir. Born and raised. We were raised in South Carolina. Anderson decided to go north to school. I stayed a little closer to home, in North Carolina.”

“Then ya crossed over to the other side, I see. Well,” he hummed and glanced towards you for a second as he tipped the front of Anderson's hate. “Well, we might just save you yet.” Anderson wasn't sure how to take the comment judging by the confused look on his face. The crowd moved in a little closer as Corey and Nelson got out of the car, leaving you the only one in it. Which meant you had to get out. Slipping from the car, you held your bag close. Buckman turned his attention from Anderson back to you.

“You see, ya'll arrived just in time to be our honored guests at the Guts n’ Glory Jubilee!” The banner was hard to miss. Red, white, and blue, it hung just over the crowd that had gathered behind Buckman. The cheering started all over again, and you couldn't help but smile. Was it a little off? Maybe. You could have arrived in a backwoods town, one of those off grid sort of deals. Or these reenactors were seriously into their business. Either way, there was a light atmosphere. That nagging worry remained in the back of your brain, ignored still.

Corey was murmuring to Nelson, causing you to reach out and smack at his arm.

“Don't be rude.” They rolled their eyes, but their attention was diverted when a scantily clad woman walked up to the mayor. You blinked for a second as the woman instantly flirted with the two beside you. Buckman had shifted over you subtly in that time, inching closer as the boys had their full attention on Miss Peaches.

In a whirl of activity, more individuals showed up, including the car that you had met up with at the last gas station. While your timetable was tight, you didn't want to be disrespectful or rude. At least that was your reasoning for staying while the boys were only thinking with their lower brain.

It wouldn't be so bad, right? The air was crisp and clean. The heat hadn't fully set in just yet, leaving you comfortable in the quiet outdoor setting. There was a rush towards the hotel because apparently rooms were waiting. Another oddity. You had slipped towards the back of the pack and opted to enjoy a little peace, finally away from the boys. Besides, this seemed like a lovely spot to settle in and maybe do a little sketching.

“Well, darling, just what are you doing out here?” You had found a spot under one of the trees closer to the edge of town. Settled down, you had lost track of the time that had passed. It must have been at least a couple of hours, judging from where the sun was overhead. Buckman was standing just a few feet from you, hands in his pockets and observing.

“Oh, I'm sorry, sir.” Smiling, you hoped that he wouldn't have seen the act of you seeking some solitude as an affront to the hospitality that had been offered. “Been with my brother and his friends for a day and a half. Wanted a little peace, and it's just so nice out. Well, I wanted to take advantage. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or Mrs. Boone by it.” There wasn't a hint of anger as he strolled closer.

“Ain't nothing to be worried about. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright. Everything is alright, isn't it?” You relaxed further against the tree after having gone a little rigid when he first found you.

“Absolutely.” You wanted to ask what the deal with the setup was, but figured if it was one of those off the grid communities, you risked offending him. So, with all those southern manners you were raised with, you offered compliments instead. “You seem to have a little piece of paradise here. The town, the land. Seems like it really lives up to its name.” Buckman stood just a little straighter at that, hands coming from his pockets.

“What a sweet talker you are.” You laughed. “We pride ourselves on our little town. It's very kind of you to notice all the work that we put in.”

“Give credit where it's due.” It had made a great subject for your artwork.

“Well, I hate to interrupt a lady at peace, but dinner is going to be ready soon, and Granny Boone is expecting all our guests.” That was the moment that you realized that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. Quickly, you tucked away your pencils and closed your sketchbook. A brush of your pants had you free of any debris that remained on the ground.

“Dinner sounds wonderful.” You were surprised when the man offered his arm out to you. Deciding there wasn't any harm to it, the offer was taken. The walk back to the hotel was pleasant. The man asked questions every so often, centered around you. There was a certain charm about him that you found endearing and oddly attractive. Maybe it was because it was harmless. You wouldn't be here long, and surely nothing could come of it.

“Sounds like a noble cause, helping those that have served their time.”

“I don't know if I would call it noble. It's…just the right thing to do.” Buckman hummed for a moment before opening the door to the hotel for you. “Thank you.”

“It's not something most these days seem interested in, is all. Focus seems to be elsewhere for most.” That was something that couldn't be argued, and you conceded the point. “Why don't you go on and sit down, now. Dinner's almost ready.”

“Anything I can help with?” Just as you asked, an older woman appeared, all smiles just like Buckman had been.

“I won't turn down a helping hand, even if it is a guest. You mind setting the plates out, dear?”

“Not at all.” You took what she had in her arms and she motioned to send you away towards the table, only catching the briefest hint of low tones as if the two had waited for you to step away to talk. It was either your imagination or truly a private conversation. Shaking your head, as if the negative feeling could be physically removed, you worked on placing out the plates and silverware that the woman, who you assumed was Granny Boone, had placed in your arms.

Dinner was a fairly quiet affair. While Granny Boone was kind and funny, she most certainly took no shit and reminded you a bit of your mother. The cooking had been fantastic, and you had made sure to mention such.

Now, the boys were having dessert, Granny was playing the piano, there was an arm wrestling contest going on, and you were content to sit curled in a corner, working in your sketchbook once more. Instead of the town, you had decided to focus on the people in the room this time. Granny, in particular, since she seemed to be genuinely enjoying what she was doing.

Slowly, bodies leaked out of the room, though one slipped in after being absent. Buckman. He sat nearly atop the piano, sipping from a jug and just observing. While the music continued, the other noise quieted down slowly. Until you heard footsteps approaching. Nelson, of all people. The hoped that he wouldn't bother you if he wasn't acknowledged was squashed instantly. A little liquid courage was apparently the only thing needed for him to change his opinion of you being an uptight bitch.

As soon as the arm was around your shoulders, you shrugged it off and stood up. The two at the piano watched cautiously. You could see them trying not to gawk, and it just caused a rush of embarrassment to hit you.

“You can keep your hands to yourself. How many times does it take for you to realize that I'm not interested nor will ever be. Just because your friends with my brother doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit, Nelson. And, as far as I remember, your last opinion of me was that I was an uptight bitch. So, even if you were the last option on the face of this planet, it wouldn't happen.” Before he could attempt any retort, you walked from the room. The urge to run had been resisted by the skin of your teeth.

Stepping out into the cool night air was a relief. There wasn't enough light out here for you to finish your sketch, but that didn't matter since it meant that you were alone. Sitting down on the steps that led up to the hotel, a heavy sigh threatened to cave in your chest, and you buried your face in your hands for a moment. Breathe, just breathe. The mantra repeated over and over. God, did you hate confrontation like that. And to do so in front of practical strangers?

A soft weight rested against your shoulders, startling you.

“Easy,” Buckman nearly whispered. A blanket, he had wrapped a blanket around you. “Didn't mean to frighten you. Just thought ya might want something to keep the chill off ya.” He was being polite and not bringing up what had just happened.

“Thank you…” Another sigh and the wood creaked under his weight before he settled at your side.

“Some boys just don't learn their manners.” The comment brought a little, depreciating laugh before you could stop it.

“Understatement of the century.” A quiet chuckle was his response. “I'm sorry about that. My brother's friends have a habit of not thinking anything through.”

“Nothing you gotta apologize for, ain't any of that on you. They just need their mommas to tan their hides a bit more so they start respecting others.” You both fell silent as the small noises of the night started to echo out. Insects, birds, the rustle of trees and branches. It had always been pleasant and relaxing to listen to after the day had ended. The silence between you was comfortable, not awkward, and not one that you felt compelled to fill. He didn't either, it seemed. After a few more minutes, it was finally broken.

“I uh, see ya got that little book with ya. What were you working on in there?”

“This?” While you were always drawing, you didn't often share openly. But, there was something about the moment that pushed you towards it. A sense that he could appreciate it. “Nothing much. Just a little sketchbook.”

“Mind if I take a look?” He held out his hand but didn't move to grab the book, waiting for permission. After a second of hesitation, you wanted it over.

“The last one isn't finished yet….” The one of Granny Boone. The first few pages were random little ideas without too much detail since it was a relatively new book. The next three were from today. Two of the town and the last being what you had told him wasn't finished.

“Granny is gonna love this,” he finally spoke softly, amusing lacing the words, but they were genuine rather than mocking. “Ya felt that inspired by our little town?”

“There's certainly a draw.” You missed the giddy grin that overtook his features for a passing moment before it was schooled a little more into a more normal smile.

“I'm touched that you see such charm in our town. And lord, is there some talent here.” Well, there you go again, the heat rising to your cheeks. “Not too many see the town like this.” There was an odd note to his voice, then that caused you to look up. You couldn't place the emotion then. Longing? Desperation? Nostalgia? Either way, it settled there, making the usually peppy and excited mayor seem melancholy until the smile returned, brushed off as if it had been nothing more than a fly on his shoulder.

“Hard to see why. Nice southern hospitality, peaceful, little off the beaten path to make it feel separate from the rest of the world.”

“Glad you think so, darling.” You glanced back out towards the town once more before your world went black.

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober Day Thirty: "Not Much Longer Now."

Takes place in the FNAF movie universe.

This is a work in progress, but I've been so busy. Day 29 (which I'll post sometime today) and day 30 are basically the same story told from two Point of views. This one is Garrett's POV. And day 29 is Mike's.

I'm going to put the story under a read more just in case I decide to include spoilers.

Trigger warnings: Child death, major character death, blood, gore, implied/referenced kidnapping.

Edited 10/31/2023 - added onto the story. Minor grammar and spelling edits.

Garrett can still recall the pain he felt. The knife ripping into his flesh. Uncle William staring down at him with a cold expression, not a hint of remorse in his eyes. He remembers calling out for his brother. 

Mike never failed to show up before. Rushing into his bedroom during a thunderstorm to make sure Garrett’s okay. Checking under his bed for monsters every night without fail. And letting Garrett curl up next to him whenever he got scared. 

But that day, for one reason or another, his brother never showed up. 

Garrett died…scared and alone and-

The next couple decades are an endless blur of nightmares. Terrible beasts with claws and forked tongues chasing and lunging at him.

Sometimes, though, he’d get lucky. Instead of beating back monsters with a flashlight, Garrett would find himself being forced to reenact his last moments with his family. It should frighten him, being forced to do anything. But he gets to see his family again, and it’s the last good memory he has. 

He likes being able to play again, zooming around the picnic table with his toy airplane. Mike bought it for him with his birthday money. Garrett loved that toy until the day he died. Quite literally too, he died holding it. 

The only bad part of the dream is seeing his big brother so distressed. Watching Mike run after the car, calling out his name, hurts. His heart aches terribly. He longs to reach out to his brother, hug him and tell him that it’s okay. That despite what happened, it’s not his fault. None of it is Mike’s fault. 

But slowly, over the years, that wish changed. 

It morphed into something more permanent. 

A simple hug and some meaningless words wouldn’t suffice. His brother spent years ruminating on his kidnapping. Sure, it might work in the moment, but what happens when Mike wakes up? Will he be satisfied, or will his self-blaming tendencies come back in full swing?

Garrett puts his plan into motion. 

It starts with the reopening of a long abandoned pizzeria. When management starts talking about hiring a security guard, Mike’s file ends up on their desk. 

He talks with the other children, and makes sure that they know not to mess with Mike. They listen to him-for the most part-but Cassidy glares at him. Not that Garrett cares. As long as they leave his brother alone, they can hate him all they want. 

The next part of his plan is left to chance. It’s hard to maneuver the marionette, so leaving the pizzeria is hard. And it’s not like he can threaten his brother into taking the position anyway. Well, he can-if he could leave-but Garrett doesn’t want his brother to take the job out of fear. 

Instead, he calls his brother, dialing the only number that he could ever remember. His voice isn’t picked up by the receiver, so Garrett has to get creative. A customer left a speak and spell, so he uses that to communicate. 

He doesn’t have a lot of time, so he chooses his words carefully. Something that can’t be confused with anything else. 

“C…O….M….E…..F…I….N…D…..M….E….”

His brother always just hangs up the phone. Which Garrett finds to be a little bit rude. Their mom raised them better than that. He’ll have to remind him of that when they meet again. 

Mike takes the job, thankfully. And the kids do their part and stay away. Cassidy is noticeably absent most of the week, but Garrett has bigger things to worry about. 

The one and only thing that gets in his way during the week is the stupid music box. Whenever it’s played, he’s forced into a deep slumber. A deep slumber with the same monsters that have tormented him all these many years. And there’s no way to disable it, Garrett’s tired - many times. 

Fortunately, his brother slips up. He falls asleep at the security desk, head pillowed by his arms. The music box slows down until it stops entirely. 

Garrett maneuvers the marionette, maneuvering it through hallways and into the main office. He watches his brother sleep, a peaceful look on his face. Putting the marionette down, he creeps closer. 

He touches Mike’s forehead, setting the final part of his plan into motion. 

Garrett stands in the same forest that he was kidnapped from. The sun is out, shining down through the treetops. 

“Mike!” He calls, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Mikey!”

“Garrett!?”

Garrett whirls around to face his brother. “Mike!” He shouts, practically launching himself at his brother. It has been way too long since he could hug him. 

His brother hugs him tightly, body wracked with sobs. Tears stream from his eyes, but Garrett chooses not to mention it. Mike has always been weird about crying, especially in front of people. Which strikes him as odd, given that their parents used to encourage them to cry if they had big emotions. 

“I…I’ve missed you,” Mike murmurs. 

“Missed you too.”

“And I’m sorry. I should have-” 

Garrett cuts him off. This is supposed to be a happy moment, and he isn’t going to let his brother spiral into unhappy thoughts. “Nope. Not here. Not today.”

Sniffling, Mike nods. “Okay…yeah. Sorry.” He returns to hugging Garrett. 

Eventually, when they pull away from each other, he takes his brother by the hand. “I want to show you something.”

And his brother accepts his hand without thinking twice, because of course he does. Mike has no reason not to trust him. They walk through the forest, underbrush crunching under their feet. 

“Uh…Gar…where are we going?”

He smiles at his brother, who now looks exactly how Garrett remembers him. A child only five to six years older than him. “Not much longer now. You’re going to love it.”

His brother mutters something under his breath, but he ignores it. 

They arrive at a clearing. It’s full of flowers. Daisies and roses and sunflowers as far as the eye can see. Garrett turns to his brother. 

“Do you like it?”

“It’s…pretty…” Mike says, sounding a little unsure of what to say. “Did you do this?”

“No.”

“Then who-”

“Do you want to stay here forever?”

His brother looks at him, confused. “What?”

“Do. You. Want. To. Stay. Here. Forever? With me, I mean.”

“Gar, I…can’t. We have a sister now, and she still needs me.”

That’s what he thought Mike was going to say, but it doesn’t hurt any less. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Mike asks, backing up a little bit. 

“Okay. I understand.” He doesn’t. It’s not fair. Why is Abby more important than him? He knew Mike first. “Before you wake up, can I have a hug?”

“Sure,” Mike says, though there’s a slight hesitation in his words. Like he’s afraid of Garrett, which is ridiculous because he wouldn’t hurt his brother without a good reason. He wraps his arms around Garrett.

“I’m sorry, Mike,” he whispers. Before his brother can ask what he means, Garrett plunges a knife in his back. His brother falls back.

Garrett stands over him, watching him wraith around in agony. “It’s going to be okay,” he tries his best to sound reassuring. He steps forward, knife poised in the air. 

“N-no! Stop, Garrett! What are you doing?” He scoots backward, using his arms to shield his face. 

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Garrett strikes his brother’s chest with the knife, making sure to hit his heart. The less suffering he puts Mike through, the better. 

His brother cries out one last time. 

He smiles down at his brother. All the pain will be worth it, he silently promises Mike. 

We can finally be together again….forever. 

[idiotwithanipad]

Random things about Amy (My Ghosts OC)🖤

(Picture found on Pinterest, I just edited in the blue stars on the hoodie)

mention of Silver, @moonah-rose ‘s OC

Alive Amy: 

・Amy was seen as 'ghostly pale' when she was alive... Ironically

・Amy smoked when she was stressed, often sneeking off to crack open her pack of 20

・ People would comment on how 'skinny' Amy was whe she grew up, so she hid herself underneath oversized hoodies

・Her favourite body mist was 'Red Velvet' by So...? 

・She preferred to go around alone than with others

・Her favourite YouTube channel was 'TGFBro'

・Was and still is in death, Bisexual

・Was and still is even more in death, foul mouthed (will get into why in ghost segment👀)

・Monster energy drink was and still is her absolute favourite brand

・ADORED Sugar Gliders

・The first ghost to actually spot Amy when she got to Button House was Robin (he liked her hoodie because of the stars), but Humphrey saw her the most since his head was left under the bed in the room she was staying in the whole week before she died

Ghost Amy: 

・Died by choking to death on Mango Loco Monster (oop) and still has a wet patch of it on her hoodie from where she coughed it back up, before gasping in back in with air and dying

・Spent the first week of death hiding in a wardrobe because the ghosts scared her at first

・Robin jumps in her face and wakes her up every morning

・Jemima with Cap? ... Yeah, she's the Jemima to Julian... He's petrified of Amy

・Mostly hangs around with Kitty, Humphrey and Robin. Robin and Humphrey introduced Amy to Silver when she settled in more, and the two became best friends

・Frequently calls out Cap for his bossy side

・Her foul mouth?... Growing up, Amy was taught, like most British kids, that if someone were to hit her she had to hit them back twice as hard... Amy was too passive to do that and just took it, though developed a bitter side and instead used harsh words and insults as a weapon, even more so in death. Since she can't actually get hurt permanently, she actually stands up for herself more and others if she senses any wrongdoing afoot. Though this makes her come across as bitter and callous at first 

・Was too uneasy about walking through walls at first, so Robin held her hand and helped her walk through for the first few weeks until she just got on with it

・Spends most of her time with Humphrey since she felt that he was the most chilled out of the ghosts

・Joins Silver and Robin during full moons and eclipses to celebrate, even though she doesn't have a clue why,  she's just with them for the good times

・A lot like Mary and Annie, Amy feels that death has 'freed' her in a way

・For Film Club Amy just reenacts iconic Vines and Memes

・For Coc Soc Amy says she'd mix Mango Loco monster with Vodka

・Amy's response for 'what would you wear today?' would just be: 'stuff like what I'm wearing right now, I dunno what to tell you... '

・Misses being able to use her phone; she had put it on the beside table before she died so it's forever gone😭

・Has random bursts of energy sometimes because of the caffeine still coursing in her body from her death. They can last minutes, to hours, and she always passes out for a while afterwards and can't be awoken 

・She constantly has a sweet sickly stench that follows whenever she enters a room (because of the monster) 

・Her ghost ability is being able to manipulate contained liquid. Such as cups/mugs/cans/flasks. So if she were do dip her finger into a glass of water and swirl it around, she could create a whirlpool that's visible even to livings

・Another of her abilities is to be able to smell things (the other ghosts aside from Robin seem like they can't smell things that aren't dead at least) 

・If she concentrates hard enough, Amy can be seen in mirrors

・When she is very angry, she becomes a shadow person and can be seen by and interact physically with only one living at a time and all ghosts. The only way to tell it's her is her silhouette

・Hardly seperates herself from Humphrey but when she does it's most likely because she's sad/emotional. She either likes to be alone or with Robin or Silver when that happens

. Has become Humphrey’s officially adopted daughter thanks to Alison Cooper who still visits in her old age

[thebansacredbanned]

15 people, 15 questions

I was not-tagged by @woobifiedvillain

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope!

2. When was the last time you cried?

I think I cried watching the bit in Mysterious Lotus Casebook where LXY is gently cradling his shixiong's dead body so like. couple of weeks ago. I'm very much a crier

3. Do you have kids?

Nope no WAY

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

I used to fence! I wasn't actually very good at it technically but hitting people with swords is fun (I also did some historical reenactment at uni for the same reason)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Oh yes. WAY too much

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

um. the first things I notice is that there's a people and I don't want htere to be a people bc then i might have to talk to them? ew

7. what’s your eye color?

grey?

8. scary movies or happy endings?

between these two, happy endings

9. Any talents?

song lyrics. i remember song lyrics scarily well. i could sing the entirety of hamilton right now and i haven't listened to it in several years

10. Where were you born?

In the UK. what else does this question want my mother's maiden name?

11. What are your hobbies?

Currently sitting in my room watching cdramas and reading/writing fic. I'm planning that when I get a job I intend to stay at for more than 6 months I'll start doing more things

12. Do you have any pets?

No I'm allergic to fur but I want a cat

13. how tall are you?

I think I'm c174cm/5'7 but every time I measure my height I instantly forget it

14. Favorite subject in school?

In school it was chemisty. I did a classics degree though, make of that what you will

15. Dream job?

I do not dream of labour. But honestly I used to work in a coffee shop and if I somehow became rich and didn't have to work I'd go back and do that part time bc honeslty it was a lot of fun and would be even more fun if I knew I could just quit if it got bad

I'm going to do what the person I got this from did and invite anyone who sees this to answer!

[hartshorn-and-isinglass]

I know Brandon F. really wants to make fetch happen on finding a new streaming site that his followers will follow him to, but I think it's just not possible right now. Yes, Youtube is fucking terrible and no one should have to play these ridiculous games with the algorithm. But no one else currently is going to offer the same potential for reach, either. And I think the only viable option is to try and play Youtube's game a little better. (Yes, Nebula would be great, but you basically have to be hand-picked by them to join. Good luck with that if you aren't friends with them already.)

Two strategies seem to work for the most successful Youtubers I follow. One is that you can get away with an irregular upload schedule provided your content has a high enough production value. This usually entails being highly visually engaging and having a tight narrative flow (even if you are not telling a story per se). Having changes of scenery, costumes, music, nice-looking B-roll footage--all of that could help lean into this strategy. But it also means adding even more labor and time to each video. If you don't already have the skills for blocking, editing, etc. this means potentially having to invest in hiring staff/committing to learning how to do some of these things. I've seen people suggest he get his own AWI or 1812 uniform for his videos on the same topics but he seems resistant to investing in that even though people have said they'd gladly help fundraise for it. Surely there's a regiment that isn't currently being portrayed by a major reenacting group and you could use their uniform without stepping on anyone's toes...

The other is that you can do a low-budget setup but you need a fairly predictable upload schedule. The most successful people on this track upload on the same day of the week, every week. Everyone knows it's time to watch X Youtube channel, and it becomes part of their routine to click on that video when they see it. I don't think a weekly schedule is at all feasible for most EDUtubers (Perun has some god-tier time management discipline...) but maybe even injecting a little more predictability could help, like shooting for a video out on the first and the fifteenth of the month. And livestreaming consistently. Not that I think anyone necessarily has to livestream but if you're going to do it you really need to see it as work, because it's bringing in income.

I'm picking on Brandon a bit here, but I think he's an interesting case study of the perils of trying to generate income via streaming platforms. I'm lowkey trying to figure out whether I might try my hand at the Youtubes in the future to generate some supplementary income while Spouse is in school, so I'm paying attention to this stuff more.

[flyoverkushtaka]

I got back into tennis because I love the sound of the thwack of the ball against the racket. I got back into it because I also love the feeling of the racket as an extension of my arm. Also because I watched Challengers the other week and I felt inspired. Sometimes you just have to follow through on what gets your dick hard.

By pure serendipity, a classmate overheard me asking another classmate if he was into tennis, a cute French athletic boy with a bad ankle. She, Wisconsin-raised, used to have a coach and missed the feel of the court. So she took me up on my offer. You have to savor warm late-October days in any way you can.

Finding the court was a challenge all on its own: It's technically in the confines of a certain park, but the park stretches itself all along one side of one lake, then takes a little hop over to the other end of a highway. The crosswalks are a jabberwock of a mess. Every road in this city makes me think the urban planners have a quota of LSD to take before each meeting, streets splitting apart like snakeskin without warning, gentle curves into oncoming traffic, mergers without signs, Google Maps telling me to use the left lane to turn right. Now I know why everyone is constantly honking their horns at one another.

Anyway, after running across a turn lane and walking a few meters alongside a railroad track where on the other edge a homeless man slept face-down next to a backpack and an empty fifth, I made it. Then we began. I couldn't help but think of the month in 2019 I spent in Belgium, where incidentally I picked up badminton with a Romanian translator, where every day though we started comically poorly we improved little by little. A rally works similar. Both of us were out of shape, but a rhythm formed soon enough, rough around the edges, tentative, halting, but real. She stopped to take a drink of water; I stopped to take off my outer shirt. I learned several important things.

Eventually I discovered something interesting about my legs: When I semi-squatted into a sort of regressive stance, I could track and hit the ball better. The lower part of my pelvis even seemed to tingle in delight, ass lowered, legs spread apart, loping toward the ball before relaunching a sometimes-accurate volley (control takes time). Plenty of people divide themselves into two parts: body and soul, human and animal, social and personal. Maybe my own division is between top and the bottom (the joke writes itself), as running after the ball I often felt as though I were about to keel over from the way my top half seemed to move at a faster speed than my bottom half, like some sort of cartoon character. Still, running after the balls when I missed them was half the fun. Whiffing the air just a few centimeters off because my hand/eye coordination rests firmly in the Needs Improvement category? Not so much. But maybe that's why it's important to transmute the humiliating into the exhilarating.

After an hour, we called it quits and parted ways. I walked home, my right hand aching and covered in dissolved rubbery crud, and thought about how much I wanted to do the whole thing over again. Maybe I'd like even to reenact my own type of Challengers kind of situation, like with say a guy in the program I went on an illusory date with (I say illusory because the word was never uttered, and also he has a partner, though one who lives in NYC, which is so far away from here, so untouchable like a distant star whose hour shall never come), like with no consequences whatsoever because the heart is elastic. But also because most of the guys I've been fucking up here aren't very athletic and I crave a few slopes among the dells.

[weaselle]

that's really smart. actually the physics of that thing would be easier (smoother starts and stops for your muscles, less sudden acute stress force) and it probably hits a lot harder because of the way physics and whip actions work

i once talked to a guy who made armor for reenactment fights and he said the armor held up to the weapons well -- their armor wasn't necessarily good enough to face a real sword, but it handled a padded wooden sword just fine -- but they had to outlaw flails

see, for a safe version of a flail they'd just stuck a tennis ball at the end of a short rope attached to a handle and figured it was fine.

but the way that whip action accelerates the tip, even just a tennis ball was ruining armor and causing injuries! The same armor that was getting beat full force with wooden poles couldn't handle a two ounce hollow rubber ball. Because of how it moved when you used it.

They actually couldn't find any object or material that was safe enough for their grade of armor (which wasn't actual battle ready armor, but was made of metal for the purpose of protection). That centrifugal force was just too potent.

with this hammer, you have a fair amount of that same force going on; less than the acceleration you'd get with a rope or chain of course, but trying to wield a sledge hammer head on a chain would be absolutely bonkers difficult and soooo dangerous.

So it's less bonus power than a rope or whatever, but then you add in the spring of the shaft material (i'm assuming it's a wood, but there are probably metals and plastics that could achieve the same flexibility vs resistance) so even though it's less powerful than a true flail design, it's got, like, a half an archery bow's worth of physics to boost it back up a little.

Anyway, i bet this dude and a guy with a normal sledge hammer could do the exact same job for a shift and the guy with the normal sledge would be way more tired and sore.

Not to mention the reach you get, trying to use a sledge hammer while standing on a ladder or something is. Not a recommended activity. Unsafe and hard as fuck to generate sufficient striking force.

so i think this is a genius sledge hammer.

I bet you have to replace the handle every couple of weeks tho.

Boingy smash

[somethingboutafic]

Smut

1st of the month by jaerie (E) word count: 2,569 Harry & Louis enjoy some morning sex before some highly anticipated mail.

dusk until the dawn, you're where i wanna go by shiptattou (E) word count: 3,378 Louis couldn’t help but grin, a small laugh escaping him, at the way Harry voiced his own previous thoughts. Nodding through a moan, he pulled at his husband’s left hand, bringing it to his lips so he could press a kiss to the band adorning his finger before peppering kisses to the rest of his knuckles, gaze never leaving Harry’s face. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, m’love,” he answered quietly, giving the hand he was holding an affectionate squeeze before moving his hands to the man’s hips.

and it's peaceful in the deep by sarcasticfluentry (E) word count: 4,845 Louis tries out nipple clamps on Harry for the first time.

Just Wanna Taste It by rosemarianthyme (E) word count: 5,175 Harry loved being Louis’ baby, his good boy, but sometimes he wanted more. He wanted to be his omega.

Are You Gonna Be My Girl? by LoadedGunn (E) word count: 7,558 Louis reenacts his first time, and Harry wants to be his good girl.

But I'll Still Take You Home by LoadedGunn (E) word count: 9,125 Harry is 17 at a college party, and Louis is not Brian Kinney.

Just Jump by jaerie (E) word count: 9,748 Finally, after years of suffering alone, the insurance plan at Harry's new job covered omega heat services. As a grown omega adult, it finally felt like the right time to try it out. And, since taking an entire week of heat leave would really put him behind at work, using a service to shorten it seemed like a responsible decision. At least that’s how he rationalized it. He was nervous about his decision but it was too late. The doorbell rang. “Hi!” The alpha said again and Harry took the hand he offered and shook it firmly. “I’m Louis from Omega Services. It’s nice to meet you.”

Beneath the Suits by orphan_account (E) word count: 10,300 Harry and Louis had a bit of a ritual when it came to award shows. And that ritual didn’t lend itself very well to after parties or being around other people in general. Nope. They were much better off alone where they could have their own private celebration. So what happened after the AMAs then when Niall and Liam head to an after party and Harry and Louis were nowhere to be found? Well, obviously we can't be sure, but it was probably something along the lines of...

Instant Pleasure by 100percentsassy (E) word count: 25,187 This fic has everything! College Roommates! Mario Kart! Julie Andrews! Demonstrative Pronouns! Flamboyant Dom Louis! Premature Ejaculation! Niall!

We'll Be Seamless by dinosaursmate (E) word count: 52,085 Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it. Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks. - Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

The Guesthouse by onthecuttingroomfloor (E) word count: 61,951 Louis has a secret that could break him. With every trip to the Guesthouse, with every fuck he offers himself up for, he gets a piece of the freedom back that he's lost. Seven nights a year he goes to the exclusive sex club; every day he fights to keep that little bit of information to himself. And there's another thing - his unwavering and pointless obsession with his bandmate. There's the Guesthouse, and then there's Harry, and Louis works tirelessly to keep the two apart. Soon, very soon now, he won't be able to. CANON DIVERGENCE

Teach me how to love by perfectdagger (E) word count: 70,695 The one in which Harry is bad at sex and Louis spreads it all over town and to make up for it, decides to help him with no agenda of getting anything from it, but in the end, he ends up getting more than he bargained for.

[ursatempest]

Welp. I'm officially fucking stupid.

This last week I've been at a large camping event, basically a pop-up tent city for a medieval war reenactment for two weeks in the middle of the summer, and we go every year. There's a lot of stuff besides the war, such as a small but thriving theatre community. I was in 4 shows this war, one on Tuesday, two on Thursday, and the last one (Romeo and Juliet) on Friday. Really cool, super excited to be cast in so much stuff, I love acting and medieval camping with my friends!!

Wednesday night it rained, and on Thursday morning it was absolutely wet and muddy everywhere. Directly outside the entrance of our camp, on the road to the bathroom, was a massive puddle, with slippery clay mud on either side. First thing in the morning, I wasn't thinking straight and tried to jump over the puddle. My left foot landed hard in the mud and slipped out from under me; I may have only imagined that I rolled it, but I was pretty sure at the time, and I figured it was probably sprained, but that the show must go on.

That day I had 3 rehearsals, with barely time for meals, then 2 shows in the afternoon and evening. They went really well, I was playing crotchety (and disgustingly horny) old men so I could use a cane and hobble around and the audience wouldn't even notice anything off. The next day I only had dress and the performance for R&J (which did include me in several fight scenes, and a dance...) so I could keep my foot elevated and wrapped and iced for a while. But I figured I could walk on it at least some, maybe just with like half the weight I would normally put on it. Everything went awesome though, the shows were super great and so, so, so much fun. I seriously had such an awesome time, at least as much as I could with my bum ankle.

This afternoon, after packing up our tent and dipping out to drive five hours and get me to urgent care back in our home state to make sure it wasn't too bad, after an X-ray, lo and behold I fractured (and slightly displaced) my distal fibula. And I WALKED and ACTED on it for TWO FUCKING DAYS!!!!!!!

Lowkey freaking out and crying a little bit right now. But at least now it's in a splint and I'm making an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon on Monday and I have my wife's nice knee pillow to keep it comfortably elevated and good reusable ice packs and air conditioning (my poor blessed wonderful wife who is now going to have to help me recover, after I just helped them recover from fucking meniscus surgery literally a month ago. At least we're broken together :).

[sebastianstansqueen]

Can I request a part two to the egg baby experiment fic where reader is prego and tells everyone and they are all really excited? If you can’t do it that perfectly fine, thank youuu

BABY EGG EXPERIMENT 2

A/N: Here's the sequel, and as always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 561

Warnings: Fluff, The Avengers proving that they shouldn’t be parents and humor

Masterlist //  Taglist open

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You’d found out you were pregnant weeks ago but still hadn’t told Bucky, but today was an ultrasound and you were going to tell him at the appointment…well you were going to have your doctor tell him at the appointment. Ever since you’d done the whole egg experiment thing, the team has gotten worse, the whole team has gotten baby fever you laughed when Peter had done a little reenactment for you, of you announcing your pregnancy. 

“Alright Y/n and Bucky we have prepared a little something for the two of you in hopes that it’ll give you inspo so just sit back and enjoy.” Peter announced your husband had an annoyed look on his face. 

“I feel like I should be a proud mom and record this.” You laughed, pulling out your phone to start the video.

Peter put on a y/h/c wig, and Thor put on a red wing. “Nat, I’m preggos!”

“By who?” Thor asked. 

Peter looked around awkwardly. “That's the thing, it’s either Bucky, or Harry.”

Thor broke character. “Harry who?” 

“Styles now get back into character!” Peter yelled at the god. 

“You should name it Barry, and then flip a coin and if it’s heads Bucky if it’s tails it’s harry son of styles.” Thor said in his girly-like voice he tried to keep up.

You applauded when the two bowed. “Great performance but what was this supposed to inspire us to do?” 

“Ways to tell Bucky your preggo!” Peter told you. 

You shook your head at the memorie, as you and your husband walked into the doctor's office, you checked in once called back you and Bucky headed to an ultrasound room, Bucky was confused as the spread the jell on your stomach, and you could hear a heartbeat. “Oh Mr. and Mrs. Barnes it’s twins!” She said happily. 

Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. “What!” 

“Twins?” You weren’t expecting to be the one shocked today but you were. 

You and Bucky decided how to tell the team, and once the perfect idea was brought upon you, you told FRIDAY to have the team meet in the living room area. “Alright boys, and ladys round two with twins.” You handed out two eggs to each person and they looked at you with confusion.

“Y/n, we already tried and failed at your experiment. Why are we doing it with two eggs now?” Steve asked.

“Well you guys gotta be prepared for the twins if you want to ever hold them.” You said matter of factly you watched as every team member dropped both eggs to the floor in shock. “Look what you’ve done now all of you failed at the same time.” You tisked. “Lucky you’ve got about nine months to pass.” The whole team got up and hugged you with excitement but just you wait cuz the baby fever is just getting started. 

You handed the team members new rules and new eggs. 

DA RULES:

Name your Eggs

Do Not Break The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Draw a face on the Eggs

Do Not Drop The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Make the Eggs clothes

Do Not Drop The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Keep them with you at all times

Do Not Drop The Eggs

Take Care Of The Eggs

Eggs are treated as Twins!

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages