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asmo-ds · 4 years ago

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My hc is that MC likes to carry a lot of cool looking knives around to "protect themselves" but always ends up accidentally cutting themselves so the demons around them go NUTS from the sight/smell of blood and the only reason why nothing happens to MC is because the brothers are glued to their idiot human lmao

w/ MC Who Carries a Knife but Don’t Know How to Use It

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Summary: Mc likes to carry a knife for self-defense but a bitch don’t know how to use it so she ends up constantly bleeding and making demons hungry

- His temples are raw from how much he rubs them due to this humans lack of self preservation

- He will hide the knife but somehow MC always gets it back

- and every

- single

- time

- They get a cut from said knife and end up almost getting eaten

- One time he had to stop Beel from eating MC and both brothers nearly died

- Lower demons die on a daily basis with how often MC attracts them via their own blood

- stressed out

- Why did he get assigned to such a reckless human?!

- Doesn’t Lucifer realize that he’s reckless too, which only makes things worse for everyone?

- Thinks MC looks cool when they swing the knife around or play with it

- But the second they cut themselves he’s got them wrapped against his chest surrounded by his wings to protect them while he wraps the wound up

- tries to sell the knife but the “anonymous” buyer was MC, he found out later

- woah, MC carries a knife?! They’re so cool they’re just like the protagonist of ‘I don’t know how to use knives but i think they look really cool’

- The first time they stan themselves and bleed he snickers and tells them they should learn how to use it

- the second time he sympathized with them and took care of the wound and protected them from lesser demons who could smell them

- after the third fourth and fifth times he started to get worried

- He takes the knife and hides it behind his figurines, because MC would never touch those!.... right?

- Wrong. the next day he smelled their blood and he ran to them only to find them sitting with their knife in their hand with a bashful grin on their face

- the kind of grin you give when you just know someone is about to say “i told you so”

- He thinks the knife is cool so he doesn’t think much of it since they do need some form of protection in case of an emergency where he and his brothers can’t reach them

- He started to smell blood often though and began to worry for MC, wondering if they were okay

-He only find out that they had been misusing the knife when a lesser demon tried to attack them after smelling their blood

- confiscated the knife and gave Mc lots of textbooks about knives, requiring them to read every word before he would give the knife back

- also put a charm on it that didn’t allow it to piece MC’s skin unless MC intended to make a mark

- Oh dear! You’re going to get hurt please be careful

- He’s worried that every time MC gets wounded by the knife it will scar, so he buys human world healing ointment and applies it all over them daily

- He may not be a fighter but when a lesser demon looks at MC after they’ve wounded themselves, the warning in his eyes that he flashes the demon is violent and feral

- Constantly is holding MC’s hand in hopes of preventing them from grabbing the knife at all

- Will also mark MC as his, because then their blood wouldn’t affect other demons so badly since the human wasn’t theirs

- Almost ate MC

- He honestly thought they carried it around to cook whenever they wanted, but then he found out it’s not that kind of knife

- Worried about MC because of not only lesser demons, but himself as well

- Whenever he sees MC is wounded he grabs one of his brothers to help the human before he sprints away for everyone’s sake

- Will try to convince MC to stop caring the knife but also worried that if they do then they’d be defenseless in an emergency

- He recognized the scent of their blood right away as he had smelled lots of it during The Incidentᵗᵐ

- Immediately by their side guarding them to ensure no lesser demons were tempted to mess with his human

- If he’s in a teasing manner he will probably lock up the blood and threaten to eat them whole

- but at the same time he’s saying that to scare them into giving up the knife

- Too lazy to physically hide the knife so he just takes it to satan to get a safety charm put on it

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itsshellybitch · 4 years ago

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55. Protect

Takes place during "Dead Kids". Reminder that I headcanon that South Park Elementary goes all the way up to eighth grade, which is the only explanation for Shelly still being a student there in "Tegridy Farms"

********

"Shelly Marsh, report to the counselor's office immediately, mmkay?"

Shelly swore loudly, slamming her locker so hard that it echoed throughout the hallway. What the hell did Mr. Mackey want now? And right before recess at that? It had been over two weeks since she had pummeled anybody.

I bet that stupid Mr. Kowalski ratted me out, she thought to herself as she exited the seventh and eighth grade wing and approached the counselor's office. The playground monitor had caught her vaping behind the school during recess the other day and had threatened to blow the whistle unless he could get something out of it. Shelly still hadn't come up with a decent bribe yet.

"Can you just give me my punishment so I can get to recess?" Shelly snapped, opening the office door. She was starting to get the shakes after being deprived of nicotine all day.

"Sit down, Shelly. Mmkay?" Mr. Mackey gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Shelly huffed, but obliged. "Whatever they say I did, I didn't do it!"

"Shelly, there was another school shooting today in the fourth grade wing of the school."

Shelly rolled her eyes. "So? There's a shooting every other day. Can I go now?"

"I'm afraid that your brother was shot, mmkay?"

Shelly's stomach lurched. She swore that her heart stopped beating for a second.

"He - he's okay, right?" She tried as hard as she could not to betray her emotions.

"We don't know anything just yet, mmkay? I'm going to drive you to the emergency room so you can meet your parents there. We're still trying to get in touch with them."

Shelly could only nod in response. The cantaloupe-sized lump that had suddenly taken up residence in her throat prevented her from speaking.

********

Shelly stared grimly out of the car window, trying as hard as she could to ignore the stinging sensation in her eyes. She tuned out Mr. Mackey's idle chatter. She still had the shakes, though they were no longer nicotine related.

She leapt out of the car before the counselor could even slow to a complete stop and burst through the double doors of the emergency room.

"I need to see Stan Marsh," Shelly barked at the receptionist.

"Nobody under eighteen is allowed back there unless accompanied by a parent or guardian," the woman droned.

Shelly's scowl could have killed a snake.

"But I think that I can make an exception just this once," the receptionist stammered, crumbling under the girl's death glare. She quickly filled out a visitor's badge. "Cubicle five." Shelly snatched the badge and sprinted as fast as she could down the hall.

She nearly collapsed in relief when she saw her brother sitting up in bed, awake and alert. His arm was in a sling.

"Leave it to you to get shot in the same arm twice, turd!" Shelly greeted. She hoped that Stan didn't pick up on the tremble in her voice.

"S-shelly? What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Mackey forced me to come here," Shelly lied. "Thanks a lot, turd! I'm missing out on precious vaping time because of you! When do you get out of here?"

"As soon as Mom and Dad get here," Stan replied. "But they-"

"Jesus Christ, are they out getting coffee?" Shelly pulled her phone out, preparing to send an indignant text to her mother. Now that she knew that the turd wasn't at death's door, she wanted get home as soon as she could. Maybe she could slip away to Stark's Pond before dinner and get her nicotine fix.

"No, they haven't shown up yet."

Shelly nearly dropped her phone. "You're kidding."

"No."

Shelly pretended that she didn't see the hurt that flashed through her brother's eyes as he answered her.

********

Three hours later, Randy and Sharon were still nowhere to be seen. Shelly had furiously blown up their phones so many times that her own phone was starting to lose power.

An exhausted Stan napped as Shelly engaged in a hushed argument with the doctor.

"Can't I just call my uncle to come and pick us up?" Shelly pleaded. Her death glare hadn't worked on the doctor, who remained adamant that his hands were tied under the law. She hated that she had to resort to begging. But somebody needed to advocate for the turd and since her parents weren't around, the task fell on her shoulders.

"I'm afraid not. I can only release Stanley to your parents."

Shelly sighed and returned to her chair. She was too tired to argue anymore.

Shelly growled as she heard Terrence and Phillip's incessant laugh blare from Stan's phone for the millionth time since she had arrived. Leave it to the turd to have the most annoying notification sound on the planet, she thought to herself. She grabbed her brother's phone and silenced it.

Curiosity got the better of Shelly and she scrolled through Stan's notifications. His friends had been blowing his phone up for hours. She stared at the names. Kyle, Wendy, Kenny, Butters, Jimmy, Clyde. Even the fat turd had messaged him.

It must be nice for the turd to have so many people who care about him, Shelly thought bitterly. Not like I can relate.

She quickly shook that off. Now was not the time.

Shelly watched her brother as he continued to sleep. He looked so pitiful laying there, with his stupid poofball hat and his sling.

A weird sensation engulfed Shelly. Something about seeing Stan in that bed brought out her protective nature. This wasn't exactly new. She felt that way whenever anybody who wasn't her tried to hurt or threaten the turd. However, something was different this time. She was feeling almost... maternal.

Shelly growled again. She wasn't supposed to have these feelings! That was her mom's job! Where the hell was she?

#ask games #stan #fic

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tenglows · 5 years ago

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in the name of the old days

summary: it’s the last day of the year and you’re feeling nostalgic. you come across the twitter of the boy who used to be your best friend a few years ago, and decide to message him.

category: fluff, a bit of angst? maybe??, internet friend!mark

it was currently december 31, at half past one am, and you were scrolling on twitter

some chuckles here and there while reading your friend’s posts about timothee chalamet

you were about to close the app to go brush your teeth and prepare for bed

when your eyes wandered off and focused on another tweet

“almost 2020 and still no flying cars” read the tweet

from @/markly_

this made you sit straight in your mattress

you clicked on his profile

you two still followed each other

there weren’t a lot of recents tweets, so that’s why you figured you hadn’t come across the boy’s twitter sooner

plus; lately you weren’t the type to be so active on social media either

you mentally counted the years since you first met mark lee

it was 2019 (almost 2020) now and you guys had met in 2015

you had gotten involved in a drama with a one direction stan, you being part of 5sos stan twitter

and mark, little mix stan, had defended you

it was in the middle of the zayn and perrie scandal, so he assured both of your teams had to stick together to defeat one direction’s fans

you became mutuals after that

and you soon realized that mark had the tendency to initiate lots of twitter fights

often with the people that would bash perrie and her group

your friendship rose as the two of you took turns defending the other one on those enfrentations

you don’t know how but all of the sudden there was no day you wouldn’t talk to mark

you were both 16 at the time, you being older just by a few months

you guys would talk about everything and anything

and basically grew up together

you were there for him when school got hard and future scared him

he was there for you when you faced a pretty bad relationship

and you honestly considered him your best friend

sleepless nights with him on facetime were one of the things you looked forward to the most

hearing him talk about his day

him showing you a new song he learned on the guitar, or him playing some melodies and lyrics he composed himself every now and then

watching the same movie or show at the same time on your respective screens

struggling to press play together to match the exact second

“i totally knew he was gonna die”

“shut up you’re way ahead!!!!”

you had other friends at school, too

but mark was just mark

and you two had such a loving bond, you were so close you took him with you to everywhere you went

you just wished you had him closer

at least you were both from canada

him being from vancouver and you from quebec

you had made lots of plans about meeting in real life, and you genuinely believed they would come about

but it is true that time passes and people drift apart

you were about to begin college and made new friends

mark moved out to toronto

and gradually, the responses took longer

and the calls had kinda been left aside

until one of you just stopped replying

you honestly don’t remember who it was

but there isn’t really a reason, either

you just parted ways

and it’s fine, it’s human and natural and normal

but now looking at his profile picture: a polaroid of him hugging another boy

you felt as if a bucket of cold and frostbound nostalgia had been dumped over your head

you recognized his moles, and how he had the same smile

his header picture was a guitar

and it wasn’t the same he used to have, but something about him still liking music made you feel warm

it’s always astonishing to see how the life of a person who is no longer in yours just,,,

goes on

and you aren’t aware of a thing about their existence

or even think about them

so it’s almost as they don’t exist

but now you know mark still exists

and it’s so weird to think about how your lives had been so overlapped, so united

and now you didn’t know anything about him

the mix of reminiscence about this and the year ending

resulted in your impulsive fingers pressing the envelope icon in mark’s profile

you stayed like that for a few minutes, writing and deleting messages. the sentences you thought about never feeling enough

you sighed as you told yourself this would be the last attempt

“hi mark, i’m not sure if you remember me but i saw you on my tl and it made me want to check on you! maybe this message will disappear into thin air but i just wanted to try. i hope you’re doing well <3”

you stared at the blue bubble of text almost without blinking for a moment

maybe he didn’t want to talk to you, and it was okay. you stopped talking in 2017, almost three years had passed

you thought looking at yourself in the mirror while you brushed your teeth

you came back to your room and turned off your lights, ready to go to sleep

but when you grabbed your phone with the intention to charge it, you saw you had a twitter notification

“y/n! how could i forget about you? haha it’s been so long two years without talking. how are you? how’s life? tell me something”

an instant smile started growing upon your face

the way he texted was the same as before

and you missed his haha

two and a half hours into the night you felt as if you were stuck in 2015 all over again

you had always had this fluidity at the time of talking with mark

the conversation just,, bloomed

he told you he still lived in new york, but he was actually gonna move back to toronto in a couple of months

he was majoring in music and owned a soundcloud rap account, and he had gotten quite popular as well

you mentioned how you had changed majors

what started as you being a marketing management major ended up on you leaning towards philosophy

something that no one had seen coming

so you expected the same reaction from mark

“i can totally see it, you always liked to think and question everything a little too much”

and that comment made you feel thrilled in your stomach, to say the least

even after all these years

mark was probably the person who knew you the most

days passed

weeks, even

and what you thought was just a conversation remembering the old days and filling the other in on your life

just,,, never stopped

mark and you went back to talking every day

everything felt the same as it did before

because after all, it was the same mark. it was always mark

still, the day you had agreed on facetiming for the first time again you felt kinda nervous

what if you ran out of what to talk about? what if it was suddenly weird?

and when you picked up the call and found yourself face to face with a flustered mark you knew he felt the same

you both hesitated as to who would speak first

him being the one to break the ice

“hey y/n” he giggled

“wow, your voice has gotten deeper”

he laughed loudly at your honesty, making you laugh back

“your hair is shorter”

“i know right? it was so long, i just got fed up of it reaching my waist”

“i like it, it looks pretty” he paused “you look pretty”

and in that moment you wondered how your heart could be beating this hard at a blurry screen with poor connection

comments like that kept making an appearance as time went by, sometimes from mark and eventually from your part

and that was the only thing that differed from the relationship you used to have with the one you had now

was it flirting? you didn’t know

but you had never thought of mark the way you think about him now

“so? what do you think?”

you set the phone on your desk as you walked away and showed mark your white dress. you were on your way to a costume party one of your friend’s brother was throwing, and even though it was cliché, you couldn’t be bothered to think of a more ingenious costume than a traditional angel

mark took his time fixing his gaze on you, his eyes getting closer to concentrate on what the vague wifi let him

“i can’t recognize the costume”

“what do you mean? i’m literally wearing wings and a halo”

“could it be because you always look like an angel?”

“ayee mark that was cheesy”

“i know, i’m sorry” you both laughed

“but really, you look amazing. go and have fun babe”

then pet names came into play

you weren’t sure what you were doing, but flirting with mark was sweet and fun and innocent

you always found yourself wanting for more

you were yearning for mark, you wanted to see him, listen to him, touch him

and you didn’t know what to do with yourself

until one day he called you out of the blue, which startled you, since he always asked before calling

“hey! were you busy?”

“no no i’m just doing the dishes, what’s up?”

“okay, so you know how i’m moving to toronto in two weeks, right?” you nodded “well, i just managed to change my flight so i would go to quebec for some days before properly settling in toronto, you know since it’s not that far”

“you’re kidding”

“i’m going to visit you!!!!!!!”

he squealed in your ear and you squealed back, scaring your poor cat who was sleeping soundly

after some more yelling, the excitement died out a bit and you stayed in silence for just a few seconds

“i don’t really have a place to stay though” he snorted, embarrassed

“you can always stay with me, mark”

after some long and never-ending hours and days (you had seriously convinced yourself some wrinkles had appeared on your forehead from all the waiting)

it was finally the day you would see mark

it was currently 11 am, mark’s flight was at 1 pm and he would arrive at quebec at approximately a bit less than 3 pm

now, he was at new york’s airport taking care of all the travelling procedures

and you were cleaning up the same spots in your aparment for the fourth time in a row

to say you were nervous was an understanding

you felt like you were going insane

you barely had gotten any sleep the night before, not being able to defeat the crowding thoughts about finally meeting your long-time friend

(who now you wanted to be more than a friend and seeing him physically could totally help with that)

you arranged some lunch for you and your cat (magnus) and sat in front of the tv, wanting to find literally anything that would keep your mind occupied

luckily, it worked, and you let yourself lose track of time

until your phone beeped, indicating you had received a text

“i’m boarding now!! i’ll text you when i get there, can’t wait to see you”

“have a safe flight love”

you sighed dramatically and rested your arm against your forehead

magnus stared at you in confusion and boredom

“magnus, i think i’m going to die”

as promised, mark texted you as soon as the plane landed

you offered to go pick him up at the airport, but he denied, saying he had already scheduled a taxi

so now you were ready and dressed, going all over your apartment non stop

mark was texting you through all the taxi drive and updating you on his location, you growing more and more anxious as you knew he was getting closer

you went to the bathroom and as soon as you stepped out, a knock was heard on your door

it was soft and steady, and you opened your eyes widely when the realization of who the owner of the hand was hit you

you panicked, one last time

you even eyed your room window to check if you had any chance of jumping out and running away

but you took a deep breath and walked decidedly towards your door

you just had to remind yourself it was the same mark as always, and nothing could go wrong if there was him

thus, you opened the door

and the facetime pixels and instagram pictures could have never prepared you for how dreamy mark looked

you two stayed like that for a bit

just watching the other with shy eyes and smiles

you eventually snapped out of your trance and helped mark get his luggage inside

"it's a bit small but i hope you can make yourself comfortable"

"oh please it's perfect, don't worry" he gave you a reassuring smile before getting totally distracted by the fluffy ball of hair in your couch

"oh my god is that magnus!!!!"

after letting mark get comfortable and installed, you guys decided to take a walk and go over your apartment zone, showing mark all your favorite places and memories you had there

it was a bit cold and you were both tightened around your coats

eventually, it was getting late and more chilly

so you opted for going back to your place

as you walked there in a bit of silence, you could feel mark's body getting more close in proximity

you looked at him, his gaze fixed upon the path with a small grin on his lips

you got closer too

and you liked it

it was cold outside but when mark brushed against your body

canada has never felt more like summer

you guys were really close now

as you took step after step, your jackets made static sounds, rubbing against the other

you looked at mark and delicately touched one of his fingers with your pinky, as if asking for permission

he finally looked up from the way and focused on your eyes instead, breaking into a smile once again

he took a peek at your close hands and softly intertwined your fingers

both of your faces reddening, from the low temperature and the feelings that were growing in your stomach

when you got to your apartment you guys were still holding hands, but you realized you had to open the door with that one, and couldn't find the keys in your pocket

"y/n, you will have to let go of my hand to get the keys"

"that's the point. i don't want to"

"y/n, i'm freezing. please open the door i can still hold your hand when we're inside"

and yeah,,

he did

you changed into comfortable and warm clothes and prepared some hot chocolate while mark chose a movie in your laptop

when you entered the room, two mugs in hand

mark was lying on his stomach on your bed, his hand on his chin with his mouth a bit open while concentrating on the variation of movies netflix offered

you felt a shiver down your spine

he really was here

after taking a while to decide on a movie, or at least its genre, you just selected a random title

you turned off the lights and went back to your bed, getting under the covers

and you just felt warm

and whole

maybe more because of mark than the actual sheets that were meant to keep you heated

(he also held your hand the entire time, rubbing his thumb against your palm and drawing invisible figures on it)

your head rested on his shoulder and you went up as the same time his chest did with every breath he took

in some moment you stopped paying attention to the movie

your mind wandered off to thoughts about the boy, about how you have never felt this close to him. you felt like you were really inside his ribcage

still from his shoulder, you moved a bit so you could look at him

his face was glowing

yeah, the images and lights of the computer were reflecting on him

but you meant this boy glowed in the dark

he just had something in him

it was either rays of sunshine or neon paint

but he, in this frosty and amusing night within your bedroom walls, glowed on his own

he turned his gaze towards you too, and tightened the grip on your hand

you felt mark’s arm on your waist and he rearranged the position so you would be on his chest

hearing his heartbeat, it was music

mark always did music. and he himself was music too, his heart creating your new favorite beat

“markie”

“hm?”

“i’m falling asleep” you confessed with a drowsy voice, making him laugh

“let’s turn off the movie, shall we? we can continue it tomorrow”

he shut the laptop closed and placed it on your desk, quickly making his way back to the bed so he would hold you

you had prepared him another bed next to you, a mattress already covered

but he was showing no intentions of moving a muscle

“are you going to sleep here?”

“that was the plan, yeah” he giggled on your neck. you shuddered

“i made the bed just in case”

“i can go there if you prefer”

“no” pause “i want you here”

and he smiled proudly as he hid his face in the crook of your neck

you smelled nice, like coconut and vainilla and all his sweetest dreams combined

and with his arms around your waist he felt strong, like he could defeat anything that the world aimed at him

“do you think it was meant to be that we’re here after all this years? would you consider it destiny?” he thought out loud, gazing at you

“i can’t give you an answer right now”

“fine, philosophy major” he mocked, making you both laugh

“as a philosophy major, i don’t know. destiny is always a tricky thing to discuss”

“but as y/n, yeah, i believe it was meant to be”

he stared at you in awe

“i really want to kiss you right now”

#mark lee au #mark lee scenario #mark lee fluff #nct au #mark lee #nct fluff #superm mark #nct mark #nct #superm #fluff #angst

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musicnoots · 5 years ago

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Happier

Chuck Grant/Reader

A/N: More Chuck fluff bc we all love Chuck (myself included)

Synopsis: Just you, Chuck, and his tobacco shop.

Tags: @gottapenny @croatianbagudna @dustyjjumpwings @higgles123 @wexhappyxfew @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl @those-dusty-jump-wings @curraheev @junojelli @majwinters

The bells on the door of the tobacco shop jingles as you enter, meeting Chuck’s eyes over at the counter as he helps a customer. Your visits to the tobacco shop were always unannounced, but you knew your husband always loved when you show up when he’s least expecting it. His lips curl at the corners, and his eyes twinkle like the stars in San Francisco on a good night—he always comes home needing you more than ever, so your presence definitely was more than just a pleasant surprise.

The tobacco shop was never really that busy. It was sprinkled with a couple of customers there and there needing their daily tobacco fix, but Chuck likes to complain about not having any customers when in reality, he had thirty-five. He likes to complain so you can kiss the top of his head the way he likes it—soft and sincere.

Not wanting to disturb Chuck from doing his job, you head over to the stack of boxes where Gus was laying on a couple of blankets and scratched his chin, smiling as he purred into your hand.

“Hey, Gus,” you said softly, your other hand running through his white and grey fur—he’s such a good kitty, “how’s my favorite boy doin’? Mm? How’s your daddy doin’ today? He doin’ alright? He forgot his lunch at home again, so I got off work a little early today to drop it off and hang around the shop, but we all know he forgets it on purpose, huh. Even you know it because you’re my favorite boy.”

“I thought I was your favorite boy,” Chuck whines from the back.

He’s standing behind the counter, leaning against a box of unpackaged Lucky Strikes with a pout on his face, and you laugh as you saunter over. Chuck has this grudge against Gus whenever he feels like you like the cat more than him—which is why he implemented the no cuddling Gus without me rule but you swore you saw him and Gus snuggled together on the couch last night after ice cream.

Chuck opens his arms out for you, and you happily fall into his arms like the first time he ever held you, eyes shut as you feel his arms, creeping vines, wrapping around you and his fingers running through your hair.

He smells like fine tobacco—the good kind—the ones he smokes when he stands on the front porch to watch the sky turn into hues of orange and pink and the sun disappear on the horizon. His touch is inviting, loving in a way that only you can feel, and there’s nothing you wanted but to feel his love surge through your body like medicine.

“I thought you weren’t coming over today?” he asks, and you snort, his hands running up and down your arms like coming home on a Sunday evening to you and the lavender in your hair.

“I wasn’t, but my sweet husband just happened to forget his lunch for the fourth time this week.” You hand over the brown lunch bag and watch as he gratefully takes it, planting a kiss on your forehead. “How has business been today?”

“Slow, as usual,” he huffs, arms across his chest. “I only got three customers since we opened at eight this morning, and y’know what one of them had the guts to do? Point at the scar and says he’s not surprised if I’ve got no one to love.” He points at the scar on his temple and drops his gaze down to the floor, his chest sunken back and wanting to feel your love trickle down your lips like sweet, golden honey.

“Oh, honeybun,” you coo, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb and getting on your tippy toes to kiss the tip of his nose just the way he likes it—soft and sincere.

He feels his heart flutter when he feels your lips on his skin, feeling deeply in love with you like when he romanced you back in Aldbourne with your hand in his and a rooftop underneath the stars on a clear April night. He feels so grateful to have you in his life, holding his hand when he never knew he needed it the most and doing the littlest of things that mean a whole lot to him. Like wetting his toothbrush at night for him, buying a donut for him even if it’s the saddest looking donut in the display, and making him take a picture with Gus so you can hang it up in the hallway. He loves it all.

When he leans against the counter, Gus roving along his ankle, he takes your hand and presses a firm kiss on the back of it, and you instantly gravitate to be closer to him.

The look he has on his face is comparable to the time he caught you eating a donut in the kitchen in the middle of the night, and the time you caught him reading out loud to Gus on the couch—your favorite memory. Quack quack said mother goose—sounds like a load of bullshit to me, Gus. Dontcha think?

“I love you,” he breathes, almost lost for words when he feels you wrap your arms around him and engulf him in a hug so full of love even Aphrodite can’t comprehend. “And you know that I don’t just forget my lunch at home all the time…”

You chuckle and fiddle with one of the buttons on his cardigan. “And I hope you know that I don’t mind.” Anything this man wants, you’d be more than happy to give it to him. Sometimes he gets insecure and worries about it being related to bullet wound in his head, but you assure him there’s no one better for you than him. “I’m off for the rest of the day. I can help out with the shop.”

Chuck smiles to himself, his arm wrapping around your waist as Gus nudges against his shoe, and his lips on your temple, eternally grateful for the life he has with you. He bends down to pick the cat off the ground, and you smile, seeing your husband carry the cat he claims to hate the fucking guts of like his own child, coddled up against his chest.

“Actually, I was thinking...” he spoke, and you cock your head to the side, “of closing the shop early today.”

You eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why? I thought—“

“Thinking of going to the beach today. Just you, me, and Gus. Stop by Stan’s on the way there for some donuts,” he said, “and when we come back home, I can make some of that potato soup you like so much.” He mumbles much more after that, but he’s way too engrossed with the cat in his arms to figure out the words escaping from his lips. You decide to let him be, the happiness this man makes you feel coursing throughout your body. The way he buttons up his cardigan because he gets insecure about his little tummy, how his hair is always somehow softer than the flower beds in Holland, and the ring on his finger that he claims makes him perennially yours like he was meant to be.

He truly was meant to be.

You find yourself falling in love with him all over again when you watch him scratch Gus’ chin, his hands gentler than the whisper of a ghost and his walls falling down like sand castles at the beach, similar to the way he kisses the delicate skin of your thighs every morning. You reminisce of moments back home, moments where you can lounge in his arms until the dawn of time, and he will always want you more than you ever know because you make his life worth living every second of the way. Everyday with Chuck is like heaven on earth, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You’re lost in your thoughts when he holds out a hand for you. “Well, whaddya say?”

You take his hand, and he brings it up to his lips to kiss your palm, guiding you to the front of the shop where he flips the Open sign over to the Closed. Later, when he holds your hand, walking on the sand, he kisses you underneath a sky of shades of pink and orange, and you swear there’s nothing that makes you happier than your favorite boys.

#band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers #hbo war #easy company #chuck grant #chuck grant x reader #chuck appreciation is everyday ok #also i was eating a mochi donut while writing this

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rosehvney · 5 years ago

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♡ . * have you seen AMORA ‘AMI’ IZUMI around campus ? i hear they’re a FOURTH YEAR, SPRING witch with a specialty in ASTROLOGY. i almost never see them without their HUMMINGBIRD. if they ever want to be a MATCHMAKER someday they should ease up on being FICKLE & LOFTY. at least you can say they’re COQUETTISH & INTREPID, too.

hey, hey !!! i’m diana, aka ur resident girl group stan ASJSJSJ i’m twenty, use she/her pronouns, and reside in the est timezone !! this is super late but here i am, finally introducing ... loona !!! jk, under the cut u can read abt my lil spring witch amora. i was kind of winging it the whole time so i apologize if it seems all over the place but pls ... i’m a libra i’m a little dumb it’s my nature. forgive me !! i can't wait to plot AKSKSK let me kno if u prefer discord, if not tumblr im's work fine !!!

♡ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 !

full name : amora izumi

nickname(s) : ami

zodiac : gemini sun, libra moon ( click )

sexuality : bisexual

alignment : chaotic good

pinterest : click

♡ . * 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 !

amora’s mother was a spring witch and her father was a summer witch. to their delight, ami was born a spring witch just like her mother. however, ami would later realize this was not as good as it seemed

her mother was a midwife and she wanted nothing more than for amora to follow in her footsteps. unfortunately, amora never had any interest in midwifery

during amora’s teen years, her parents started arguing frequently about the direction they wanted amora to go in. her mother was set on midwifery, but her father understood the importance of choosing your own future. aside from arguing about amora, her parents stopped seeing eye to eye on many other things as well, and eventually they split up

amora did not handle her parents split well. mostly, she blamed herself. she feels like if she had just pursued midwifery like her mother had wanted, none of this would have happened

after the split, she had to live with her disapproving mother. her father not only moved out, but he moved to a different city to be around some of his family. this kind of broke her heart a lil. she saw it more as her father trying to stay far away from her

so, amora continued living with her mom who continued to disapprove of her choices. for a while, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. however, after her parents divorce, she became especially interested in matchmaking

she figured since she drove her parents apart, she could redeem herself by bringing others together. she quickly became obsessed with the idea of love

amora more recently found out her father remarried and started a new family. she doesn’t really speak to him much anymore, so the idea that he is present in the lives of his new family hurts her a lot. but in the end, she still blames herself for driving her father away

so, amora has a father she barely sees and a mother who continues to try to micro-manage her life and make a carbon copy of herself out of her daughter

♡ . * 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 !

amora is extremely extroverted. she is a social butterfly and will try to befriend anyone with a pulse

she is a little bit of a people pleaser. after her dad, she’s really scared of being abandoned, which is why she lowkey seeks approval from others :(

she can sometimes appear to be a little bit full of herself. she tries 2 play off her insecurities by having an ‘i’m the best’ attitude akdjksdjh

like i said, she loves love !!! she gets crushes easily, but also loses attention fast because they mostly tend to be superficial crushes. typical air sign behavior

kinda bouncing off the last one, she loves 2 flirt !!! she loves flirting with her friends, the barista at the cafe, the girl sitting alone in the library, literally anyone and everyone. this has gotten her into some trouble in the past ( when she accidentally flirted with one of her professors during office hours )

a loyal friend !!!! values her friends more than anything else in the world. even though she likely has a large circle of friends, she wouldn’t necessarily consider them all to be her close friends. she would still do anything for them, though

she is an extremely curious and restless spirit !!! she is dying to see the world and uncover all of its secrets. always up for an adventure no matter the risks

loves to party and have fun !!

♡ . * 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

partner in crime - someone who always goes along with her antics. someone who she bounces off of and they do dumb / fun shit together !!!

ex-fling/gf/bf - there could b more than one of these !!! they could have ended on bad terms or good terms, still have lingering feels or tension or maybe they remained friends !!! we can plot this however

unrequited crush - maybe she has a crush on ur muse, whether it’s a deep crush or a more surface level crush. OR ur muse could have a crush on her and maybe she’s oblivious to it !!!

requited crush - speaks for itself, but our muses have crushes on each other !!! maybe it isn’t super serious, or maybe it is

will they, won’t they - there’s feelings between them, but maybe the timing has always been off. they want to explore whatever they have, but maybe they’re scared

current fling/friends w benefits - someone she is currently seeing. could be no strings attached, or there could b some feelings there. maybe they don’t want to make it anything serious, or maybe they’re ready to take it to the next level. maybe one person is ready to go further, and the other isn’t.

enemies w benefits - imagine the tension !!! they started out hating each other but ended up hooking up. maybe it was a one time thing, or maybe they can’t stop going back to each other. maybe they keep it a secret and don’t want anyone else to know. this could develop in soooo many ways pls this is so sexy !!!!

party buddies - they always go to parties together. maybe they don’t see each other outside of parties, maybe they met at a party and became close friends afterwards

roommates - self explanatory, but they live together !!! maybe they get along really well, or maybe they have some issues

ex-friends - someone she used to consider a best/close friend, but they had a falling out for whatever reason n maybe they strongly dislike each other now. maybe they want to re-kindle their friendship but don’t know how

sibling-like friendship - someone she sees like a sibling. they’re there for each other and look out for one another, always have each other’s backs

dynamic duo - ride or dies. platonic soulmates !! this person is prob one of the closest people to her and knows her very well ! they could b a power duo, always looking out for each other

take care - someone who looks after her when she drinks to much !!! someone who keeps her out of trouble when she’s drunk and feeling a little reckless. she trusts them and might feel like she owes them

confidant - someone who confides in her or someone she confides in, or they confide in each other. they don’t necessarily have to be the closest friends ever, but they get along, trust each other, and maybe they talk more in private

rivals - they don’t like each other for whatever reason, which we can plot. maybe it’s jealousy or their personalities just clash, but for whatever reason they do not get along. maybe they bring out a bad side to her that most people dont see

frenemies - they’re friends, but maybe they’re always trying to one up each other. they might gossip behind each other’s backs

bad influence - someone who is a bad influence on her. she isn’t a goody-goody but she definitely holds herself back from doing anything too crazy. i’d love for someone to be a bad influence on her and get her to do or try things she normally wouldn’t

this is all for now, but i should probably make a plots page eventually !!!

#aa:intro #♡ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 ╱ ooc.#this intro........is so bad #pls pretend u do not see .#but also jk because we should plot !#also i stole the stats template from xan someone arrest me

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jmespottuh · 5 years ago

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❛ if there’s one thing the gods love, it’s tragedy. with wings that burn and boys who fall. ❜

* ╰ brandon arreaga ; 17 ; he/him —— wow, james potter sure has changed. i guess he is feeling isolated from the other gryffindor members. guess you can’t really blame them. i still remember them being so charming & incisive now they just seem dependent & inexorable. guess being a pureblood isn’t helping matters much either. i’m hopeful though. they’ll be just fine.

links: pinterest, stats character parallels: bellamy blake ( the 100 ), shane madej ( buzzfeed unsolved ), jake peralta ( brooklyn nine-nine ), stefan salvatore ( the vampire diaries ), scott mccall ( teen wolf ), steve harrington ( stranger things )

james henry potter ( named for two his two grandfathers, maternal and paternal respectively ) was born on april 4th, 1960 to two of the most loving parents a child could have.

fleamont and euphemia had been trying for a child for years. they’d been together for basically all of time, having been that typical good-looking, well liked couple in hogwarts that everyone always just assumes will get married ( spoiler alert: they did ), however had had to postpone kids due to fleamont’s brief stint as a professional quidditch player for eight years following their graduation. after that, they would try every month for a child, and after many years of disappointment, eventually gave up. it was during this time that fleamont developed the sleekeazy hair potion which only added to their immense wealth.

finally at age forty-one, they were surprised with the arrival of james. obviously, they saw him as their miracle child, and as such he was pampered and completely spoiled from the moment he was born.

i cannot stress enough how much this spoiled upbringing shaped james into the person he is today. if you’re wondering why he was ever an arrogant prick, it’s because he was always used to getting absolutely everything he ever wanted. he grew up with money, he grew up with fame and with every bit of attention he could garner, and so it was really no wonder he was a bit of an asshole by the time he started at hogwarts.

obviously, james had a pretty cushy childhood, and as such, shit didn’t start getting real until he started at hogwarts.

it took all of three seconds for the hat to sort him into gryffindor, and i guess you could say he pretty much considered himself to be the gem of the house. he was the absolute epitome of a gryffindor, basically considered him the poster boy and all but expected everyone to love him.

really did not help his ego to know that everyone did.

in typical sterotype-gryffindor fashion, james hated slytherin. he had always been taught growing up that purists were basically the root of all evil, and his father had had no qualms in lumping all these people in with the house of the snakes. james and his friends took a particular disliking to severus snape almost immediately for the poncy way in which he seemed to believe he was superior to all for his intelligence and his house status, and this dislike only grew when lily evans was tossed into the mix, too.

for basically the first four or five years of hogwarts, james really was that stereotypical arrogant asshole that he’s often made out to be. he always got everything he asked for, he was incredibly popular and incredibly intelligent, he had the most amazing friends and his eyes on the most amazing girl. he was set!! shit was good!!

shit was not good, though. definitely was not.

despite having known of remus’ furry little problem since second year, things didn’t really start to settle in james how awful it was until third or fourth year. he hated seeing his friend in pain, he hated that he couldn’t help, and so he rallied the boys to put into action their worst plan yet!!!!

becoming animagi!!!!!!

it took fucking forever, obviously, but by the end of fourth year they did it!! we stan icons

except then in fifth year shit hit the fan again in just, like… so many ways

first, it was the whole severus ‘mudblood’ situation. honestly, james was absolutely furious. he’d always hated snape but this just made everything 1000 times worse. even if it had happened to anyone else, he would have been fuming. but for it to have happened to lily like… yikes.

this was also a horrible time for james though because lily rejected him for the thousandth time. like, look, what a yikes thing to think when she was just called a mudblood, but frankly he was sick of being rejected and he was sick of being the asshole who kept pressuring her so that was the breaking point — he gave up on her.

and tbh, he changed a lot from here on out. grew up!! became a better person bc he saw how horrible snap was and decided he was sick of horrible people!! saw, recognised and acknowledged that just bc he was hot and intelligent and rich he wasn’t always going to get everything he wanted ( see: miss evans ) and just generally learned that oh shit the world doesn’t revolve around him!!!

oh and then there was that whole thing with sirius and snape and remus the werewolf and ohhhh boyyyy…. that infuriated him.

he loves his bros so much and y’all know he would die for them, but to see his friend abuse remus’ pain and suffering for his own gain was heart wrenching. it just pushed him further to pull him in line, to realise that not everything was about games, or petty rivalry, or ‘ getting the girl ’ — life was heartache and mistakes and it was never going to go the way he wanted it to.

now look, this isn’t all to say that james is now a super strict, super intense, brooding weirdo. he’s still a bit of a child, and he’s still a bit of an arrogant prick, but ultimately what wins out is his morals — every time. he wants to lead the world to a better place, without war and without hate, he wants everyone to have the same opportunities he had as a kid and he wants nothing more than for blood purity to be eradicated.

get that shit outta my house!!! gross!!!!!!

now in his final year, james is always flipping between taking his role as head boy deadly serious and turning it into one big game of mischief. he’s still a marauder at heart, after all, and has definitely abused his power sometimes for the benefit of fun and games, but when it comes down to it, he can be very strict and lowkey paternal. the leader really just…. popped right outta him, it came to play and it came hard, and really you’d think he’s minister for magic with how serious he treats it sometimes.

i hate him.

the disappearance of one of his best friends, one peter pettigrew, landed james to flop pretty fucking hard on the side of seriousness. once you spend months without knowing where your best friend is, thinking he’s dead, you’re bound to start to lose a bit of that which once made you smile. it was this piled on top of what james had already been feeling which led the head boy to start finding ways he could join the revolution within the walls of hogwarts --- it’s been bloody hard but james is determined to make a difference, to make sure no one else he loves suffers in a war that they never asked to fight in the first place.

anyway here’s some fun facts that didn’t fit up top

james is a lot less intense with his hatred for slytherin’s. he has come to recognise that not everyone from that lifestyle is going to be the same, not everyone who grew up a certain way or was sorted into a certain house is going to think with a deadly mind, and while he’s still a bit wary, he’s a lot more relaxed about it, especially as head boy ( gotta at least pretend shit’s fair !!! )

he’s very dependent as in like… boi cannot go a week without his friends. he is used to having people to bounce off, that’s always the type of leader he has been, and as much as he would probably be amazing at anything on his own, he’s never really tried. too scared!! i hate him!!!!!

super unforgiving. like, if you have gotten on his bad side…. i’m sorry. it is going to be very difficult to return from there. his moral compass is pretty black and white, you’re either good or your bad, and if you’ve done something he considers bad well sucks to be you, i guess. sorry not sorry.

takes his quidditch very seriously tbh. so many people have told him he needs to be a pro like his dad, but he’s like haha fuck you i know what i wanna do ( hint hint: he wants to rule that goddamn auror office, make that shit far more efficient then he thinks it is now ). but srsly, he’s so intense abt the game and it really like… idk gets him in the zone, keeps him level-headed in amongst all this chaos.

he’s smart. i guess. straight a’s and shit idk. just very naturally intelligent, finds everything he does easy, like.. really is that asshole who is just good at everything he does.

#incantareintro #| ❛ the shackles of a martyr. ❜ ( character study. )#enjoy this rambly mess of a recycled intro that most of yall have read before fsjaklg

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the-pen-and-the-stethoscope · 6 years ago

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my official, uninterrupted, unapologetic thoughts on the album Lover by Taylor Swift as i listen in its entirety at 6:30 am on Friday morning after working until 10 pm the night before.

Before I start I am already emotional. my hands are sweating. my heart is pounding. are those tears in my eyes or am i exhausted? idk. ok here we go...

1) fuck yes. snaps. love a song with snaps. A BEAUTIFUL BREAKUP SONG ABOUT HOW YOU JUST DONT EFING CARE ANYMORE. ahhh i love how there is like this build up and you think it’s going to be a headbanger of a chorus but then it just stops and it’s like...oh wait actually this is v calm right now i just dont care about you anymore. but also OMG SHE JUST LAUGHED ummm also I love how upbeat this is. i guess what im saying is that WANEGBT walked so I Forgot That You Existed could run.

2) MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. this song will always bring me back to being on an airplane flying to Peru because it is literally the only song I listened for my entire trip to Peru last spring. but also from the moment it came out I was obsessed with the unapologetic happiness in the song and it’s all about YOURSELF. WAIT WTF WHERE’S THE SPELLING LINE THATS MY FAVORITE TO YELL????? TAYLOR WHERE IS IT??? WHERE IS IT??? i’ll be taking this up with my lawyers. your people will hear from my people.

3) well i just went back to my spotify and REALIZED THAT IT WAS ON FUCKING SHUFFLE FUCK ME. OK WE ARE STARTING AGAIN.

1) SECOND LISTEN THOUGHTS ON IFTYE: this song is just the perfect beat. i just realized that she laughs TWICE actually (maybe more??) and this is my official petition that she laughs during all live performances. thanks.

2) OMG REP VIBES WITH THAT LOW BASE SYNTH. oh wow I love this transition much more than the one to ME! I’m glad that was on shuffle the first time. This literally could be a REP song. GETAWAY CAR THAT’S WHAT IT REMINDS ME OF! OH. MY. GOD. WELL THANKS FOR PUTTING A REP SONG ON LOVER OK IM NOT OK. did she just say “loving you aint the worst thing...you are the worst!”? Idk I will evaluate the lyrics a second (third...fourth...fifth...) time.

3) AHHHH LOVER OMG OK LET ME JUST STARE AT MY CEILING FOR THIS ONE. “Swear to take this magnetic force of a man” is up there on favorite tswift lines. cant decide if i want this to my first dance song at my wedding OR the song that plays near the end of the reception when everyone is tired and like all the couples come up and dance and so then it’s like you get to see how many people are in love OR the song that i save for afterwards when we are alone in our hotel room. good to know i’ve got options.

4) god damn HERE WE GO WITH SOME REP VIBES. (to clarify any deep base pulsating beat is rep vibes to me apparently) lyrics: “they’d say I played the field before I found someone to commit to” “every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you” “they wouldn’t shake their heads and question how much of this I deserve” “I’D BE JUST LIKE LEO” GOD THIS IS AMAZING I’M OBSESSED. “If I was a man I’d be THE MAN”

5) OMG THE ARCHER. WAS LISTENING TO THIS LAST NIGHT AND THINKING LIKE....THIS MIGHT BE FAVORITE ONE????? I KNOW SO SO EARLY BUT SO FAR IT HOLDS UP IT’S JUST LIKE....THAT SLOW BUILD I LOVE IT. EVERY TIME I LISTEN THERE IS A DIFFERENT MEANING. AMAZING SONG TO RUN TO LIKE ON REPEAT. WHICH IS HARD TO FIND. PROBABLY HARDER TO MAKE. I STAN.

6) THERE YA GO MISS SWIFT WITH THE SNAPS AGAIN. ohhh hmmmm someone’s horneyyyyy this song feels like a whisper...like you’re at a bar and you are like pointing out this hot guy you’ve been seeing around and you whisper to your friend ‘that’s the one’. OMG BRIDGE. WAIT WHAT OMG WAIT OMG WHAT BRIDGE BRIDGE BRIDGEEEEEE. well okay I kinda feel like a huge wind just knocked me off my feet. i’m slightly stunned. no time to process before...

7) OMG TALK ABOUT REP VIBES. This could be a beautiful music video. This is like -- i have a lot of feelings none of them have words but this song has a BLACK vibe and a DARK vibe and i’m picturing a high school shrouded in clouds at night. running through the hallways in a ripped dress. Wow wow wow.

8) oh good some happy songs again. ahhhhhhhhh now THIS I CAN DANCE TO. AHHHHHHHHHHH I’M IN LOOVE. this is so freaking romantic. OH ANOTHER BRIDGE FROM BRIDGE CITY. Taylor like you brought it with these bridges girl. OMG THE SLOW FADE AWAY AT THE END...SOBBING.....

9) THE BEST PART ABOUT THIS IS I’M ONLY HALFWAY DONE. Oh wow is this song going to make me cry? just obsessed with how etherial this is. wow omg this is like the most complex love story ever written in a song ever. so many twists and turns i’m just sitting here asking questions!!! What happened on cornelia street that you dont want it again? why did you pack your bags? OH YAY HE GOT YOU TO COME BACK. OMG DOES EVERYONE HEAR THAT THUNDER EFFECT IN THE BACKGROUND???? omg wait omg that last line!? I will be listening to this A LOT.

10) I feel like taylor’s got a lot of happy sounding songs that are breakup songs and a lot of sad sounding songs that are actually about being in love on this album it’s so interesting!!! like this is a breakup song and wow everything about it is upbeat and pop-y. “trying to find a part of me you didn’t take up” (I FEEL THIS SO HARD WOW). love the boarded up house metaphors and like just everything else i CANT THINK FAST ENOUGH god idk why I committed to writing all my thoughts....

11) OMG SOMEONE WAS TALKING. ahhhhh she loves all these American things but she LOVES A LONDON BOY. “I GUESS ALL THE RUMORS ARE TRUE” power move!!!!! ASLDJALKDFLKJAGL;KADSLASDFLKASDFLKJ AS SOMEONE WHO LIVED IN AND FELL IN LOVE WITH THE CITY OF LONDON I’M JUST LOVING THAT THIS IS BASICALLY A LOVE SONG TO LONDON. FORGET THE BOY. ALL THESE LONDON REFERENCES ARE KILLING ME. (did she just name drop stella mccartney???? I HEARD THAT OKAY!?)

12) DIXIE CHICKS. IT’S A COUNTRY SONG I CAN ALREADY TELL. THE STRUMMING GUITAR. I’M DYING. wait is this about her mom???? ok well i’m crying.........wow so so so so so beautiful and soft and hopeful.

13) FIDDLEEEEEEEE oh short lived but omg that was exciting for a moment i thought we were gunna get a crazy country song. This is a good transition....the way this song starts soft and slow and doesn’t come in swinging feels appropriate after Soon You’ll Get Better. WOW. “Religion is your lips....the alter is my hips....” SEX. I’m glad this is not a country song. wow my head was in an odd place that will be weird to come back to after knowing what this song actually is about (it’s about sex)

14) YAS YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN. (it’s 7:40 am but we could have had greatnesssss) THIS SONG SERIOUSLY SLAPS. GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH. also true story - for like the first week after it came out I SWEAR I thought there was a lyric at some point that said “you’re freaking me out” and like I still think that one of the lyrics SHOULD be that so like I know I’m not a seven time Grammy award winging singer/song writer but like taylor can we change that? can we? MY ONLY COMPLAINT ABOUT THIS SONG IS THAT IT NEEDS TO BE AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES LONGER.

15) ahhhhhhh omg shes like learning about holding onto love and not picking fights and growing through difficulty and not blowing up. (I’ve run out of ways to say omg this is amazing and i’m obsessed). but this is like a GREAT ballad.

16) BACK TO MEEEEEEEE I like it a lot better here phew thank god we were on shuffle before. I wanted the DJ to play this song at my friend’s wedding back in May (OMG NO MORE SPELLING LINE AHHHH) and they like wouldn’t??? so weird. I honestly think this is a self love song but also an amazing romantic love song and I think it belongs in a wedding playlist.

17) omg so cute...little best friend love. also i love how simple this song is. no big production. we are back to basics and child hood. AHH HORNS. I thought this song was going to be like TIWWCHNT but its just purely wholesome!!! She’s serious - it’s nice to have a friend! I agree!

18) LAST SONG AND ITS ALMOST FIVE MIN LONG MY BODY IS READY. This is just classic classic taylor swift and an amazing way to end the album. it’s like the conclusion paragraph of an essay on how she’s happy and content and in love with not just her lover but herself. the world used to be harsh, but now it’s just daylight. (another bridge city - just fyi - for those listening at home that’s where you are now) SHE IS SO HAPPY. “Step into the daylight and let it go” OMG SHES TALKING!!!!! WHERE IS THIS FROM??? IS THIS AN INTERVIEW OR IS IT NEW OMG WAIT WASN’T EXPECTING THAT ENDING WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

OKAY FRIENDS THAT WAS IT I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AND NOW I NEED TO LISTEN AGAIN AND AGAIN FOREVER AND ALWAYS. THANK YOU @taylorswift (@taylornation ) FOR TRUSTING US WITH SUCH A MAGICAL JOURNEY.

#TAYLOR SWIFT #HUNNAY #WE NEED TO TALK #LOVER #I'M OBSESSED #taylor nation #taylor swift lover

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stagjmes · 6 years ago

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❛ if there’s one thing the gods love, it’s tragedy. with wings that burn and boys that fall. ❜

—wait a second, is that HIM, the PUREBLOOD sorted into GRYFFINDOR house? their name is JAMES POTTER but they share a startling likeness with AUBREY JOSEPH. in their SEVENTH YEAR, they’re known as the SHEPHERD, probably because they are CHARMING but DEPENDENT. i wonder what side they’ll end up on at the end.

james henry potter ( named for two his two grandfathers, maternal and paternal respectively ) was born on april 4th, 1960 to two of the most loving parents a child could have.

obviously, james had a pretty cushy childhood, and as such, shit didn’t start getting real until he started at hogwarts.

really did not help his ego that everyone did

shit was not good, though. definitely was not.

becoming animagi!!!!

it took fucking forever, obviously, but by the end of fourth year they did it!! we stan icons

except then in fifth year shit hit the fan again in just, like… so many ways

oh and then there was that whole thing with sirius and snape and Remus the Werewolf and ohhhh boyyyy…. that infuriated him.

he loves his bros so much and y’all know he would die for them, but to see his friend abuse remus’ pain and suffering for his own gain was heart wrenching. it just pushed him further to pull him in line, to realise that not everything was about games, or petty rivalry, or ‘ getting the girl ’ — life heartache and mistakes and it was never going to go the way he wanted it to.

now look, this isn’t all to say that james is now a Super Strict, Super Intense, Brooding Weirdo. he’s still a bit of a child, and he’s still a bit of an arrogant prick, but ultimately what wins out is his morals — every time. he wants to lead the world to a better place, without war and without hate, he wants everyone to have the same opportunities he had as a kid and he wants nothing more than for blood purity to be eradicated.

get that shit outta my house!!! gross!!!!!!

I hate him

he’s a lot less intense with his hatred for slytherin’s. he has come to recognise that not everyone from that lifestyle is going to be the same, not everyone who grew up a certain way or was sorted into a certain house is going to think with a deadly mind, and while he’s still a bit wary, he’s a lot more relaxed about it, especially as head boy ( gotta at least pretend shit’s fair !!! )

ok i’m so tired this is abt to turn into a rambling mess

uHhhHHh he’s very dependent as in like… boi cannot go a week without his friends. he is used to having people to bounce off, that’s always the type of leader he has been, and as much as he would probably be amazing at anything on his own, he’s never really tried. too scared!! i hate him!!!!!

i don’t know what im saying anymore pls send help

uhhhhh he’s smart. i guess. straight a’s and shit idk. just very naturally intelligent, finds everything he does easy, like.. really is that asshole who is just good at everything he does.

i’ve run out of things to say, pls just love him

#incendiointro #| ❛ the shackles of a martyr. ❜ ( character study. )#sorry for this absolute trash bag of a recycled intro

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spideycents · 6 years ago

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The Look (Shawn Mendes) - teaser

DESCRIPTION: Callie Miller wants to be a famous musician, but she doesn't think she has the right look for it. Her lab partner, Shawn, does.

"So, are you in or are you out?"

WARNINGS: language, memes, cringe, a flaming dumpster of a mess really

The moment you accept that you're not a physically attractive person, the world becomes so much clearer. For me, that moment came a week after uploading my 14th video to YouTube. Which, in hindsight, is very ironic since I was 14 at the time.

I was taking a break from posting original songs because none of them were helping me reach the internet fame and viral view count I was so desperately craving. This particular video was Born to Die by Lana Del Rey because, like I said, I was desperate for attention and I sounded amazing singing that song.

My dumb hope thought that maybe I had some shot at getting seen and discovered among the thousands of other Born to Die covers. I played the piano, I tried to wear an outfit that would make me look somewhat appealing, I'd figured out how to light the video and record the sound in a way that wouldn't make people's ears bleed, I'd even looked up tutorials for my makeup so my eyebrows were on fleek. But, ultimately all of that effort was pointless.

One week after posting, dozens of tweets and Tumblr posts, and even one last-ditch Facebook update later and it still hadn't gotten into the triple digits. Viral fame seemed impossible.

For the sake of science, I took the audio and uploaded it onto SoundCloud. I shared it around on all my socials and the sun hadn't even risen before it had 100 plays and it was up to 500 by lunch the next day.

So, in conclusion: I may sing like an angel, but I am hideous.

Period.

No amount of concealer or contour or winged eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man could fix the mess that was my teenage self.

But, since I was on a research kick, I decided to run some more experiments. I looked for a lot of different covers on YouTube: Taylor Swift, Adele, Bruno, Beyonce, One Direction, Bieber, Maroon 5, Imagine Dragons, Demi, Macklemore, Timberlake, Drake, Gaga, Rihanna, Lorde, Miley, that stupid freaking cup song... I aimed for the most overdone ones and I came to the same conclusion for all of them: the guys had more views than the girls. And not just a few more. No, I'm talking thousands, occasionally millions more. What can I say? The internet does love its boyfriends.

I needed to get me one.

Not a boyfriend. Just a boy, in general. I needed a boy to perform my arrangements and sing my songs. But not just any boy. No, this boy had to be cute, but hot. And dorky. The internet really likes the adorable, conventionally attractive gentlemen who still somehow grow up to look like models with jawlines so sharp, they could slice a pizza.

Today, we call these soft boys.

In 2013... I don't know, they were starved and looked half-dead. The rise of Dylan O'Brien, Sebastian Stan, and Benedict Cumberbatch was really helping the tall, dark, and vampire looking creatures that stalked the dark underbelly of the internet finally have their time in the sun. Sans sparkling thanks to the death of Twilight.

So I needed a skinny white boy with dark hair who had the potential of growing to at least 6 feet tall. And was also talented and adorkable.

I scoured through some old yearbooks for options, but everyone's awkward phases in middle school were very hard to judge. All these internet boyfriends had serious glo-ups so finding someone pre-transformation was... interesting.

I honestly shouldn't have looked so hard though because the answer was right in front of my face the entire time. Or well really more right across the room, sometimes behind a door, but his voice carried and could be heard anywhere in the choir room.

Soundproof practice rooms, my ass.

It was actually during weekly Wednesday small group that I really paid attention to Shawn Mendes. He wasn't very good at sight reading, but he was one of our few strong tenors. He was a little arrogant and also quite possibly the worst lab partner I have ever had, but he did tick the boxes. He was one of the taller guys in our grade, thin as a twig, dark hair, dimples, hopefully good teeth after he lost the braces, and he could carry a tune.

Okay, he could more than carry a tune, but I didn't really realize that until a few days later.

I didn't talk much for those few days during our biology class so I could listen to him. He only talked to me when he had to so I eavesdropped on a lot of conversations. They were very dumb and I have many regrets, but he ultimately seemed likable. We weren't exactly friends at the time, but he wasn't mean to me and we did talk about things that weren't school related, sometimes.

It was the next week though, in the morning before school started and I was at the piano in one of the three practice rooms, playing my way through Adele's 21 album when I stopped mid-belt during Someone Like You to sneeze a million and one times, then I paused to breathe and I heard it. It was faint, but it was unmistakably Shawn. And it was, without a doubt, one of the best covers of A Team by Ed Sheeran that I had ever heard. Let me tell you that the final talent box was ticked with a fucking gold star and fireworks.

I had found my boy.

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First off, credit for the photo edit I used for my cover goes to @dayum-wallpaperstho .

Second, hello! Welcome! This is my new story, it's been bouncing around in my head for a little bit. I hope you guys are interested in it after this.

Third, I'm hoping to post at least two chapters every week. Once I figure out the days for the schedule, I'll update you guys.

Fourth, as usual, I will be double posting this on my Wattpad, littlewaterfall.

I think that’s everything for now. Like, reblog, let me know your thoughts, and stay tuned for more coming soon to an on fire garbage can near you.

See you soon!

- Katy :P

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allthecoolboysaredead · 7 years ago

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Larry Ezekiel Goodman Bio + Tags + Headcanons

Name: Larry Ezekiel Goodman Nicknames: Darkheart, Larebear Age: 21; Can Change Birthday: February 27th Sign: Pisces Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic Polygamous; Nonsexual unless introduced to sex by outside source (then highly sexual) Hair: Naturally Brown, dyes tips blue Eyes: Dodger Blue Skin: Pale White Height: 5′0″ Weight: 110 lbs Faceclaim: Gerhard Freidl Piercings: Horizontal Brow Piercings (Left Side), Angel Bites, Labret, Both Ears Gauged (Size 0g) Tattoos: None Scars: Nothing real noticeable

Alignment: Lawful Good Religion: Raised Roman Catholic, Aetheist Allegiance: South Park Vampire Society, Mike Makowski, Ryan Ellis

Family: Zachary Fetter (Father, Alive, Out Of The Picture); Mariah Goodman (Mother, Alive); Martin “Big M” Goodman (Uncle, Alive); Mary Goodman (Grandmother, Deceased); Ezekiel Goodman (Grandfather, Alive)

Pets: Lestat (White German Shepherd)

Personality: Adaptable, anxious, artistic, attention-seeking, caring, compassionate, compliant, desires an escape of reality, emotionally intelligent, empathetic, extroverted, forgiving, friendly, generous, gentle, gullible, impulsive, intuitive, loyal, overly trusting, passive, patient, protective, prudish, responsible, self deprecating, selfless, sensitive, shy, submissive, sullen, tolerant, worrisome

Likes: Sleeping, music, romance, visual media, swimming, the spiritual side of vampirism, comaraderie, his friends, clamato juice, deviled egg potato salad, sweets, animals, helping others, rainy/snowy weather

Dislikes: Confrontation, cruelty of any kind, thinking too much, being criticized, know-it-alls, being taken advantage of, being left out, touching fish, Swedish meatballs, bitter things, plain water, hot weather

Can Do: Drive, make telephone calls, organize events, drop everything when a friend needs him, offer advice, play instruments (Cello, piano, clarinet, a little bit of violin, kazoo), write fiction

Can’t Do: Actually kill things, relax easily, cook, math, abandon his friends, most magic, handle confrontation, get too warm, resist singing to songs he likes/knows

Mental Health Diagnosis:

PTSD: Larry was treated rather poorly up until he started school, often locked out of his mother’s room at night and left with nobody to help him through things but his uncle. His uncle was and still is a drunk piggybacking off of his mother’s paychecks, and Larry suffered a lot of physical and sexual abuse from him. To this day he dislikes being alone with the man.

Dependant Personality Disorder: Larry will pour himself into other things in order to escape his actual reality. Because of this, he takes on the brunt of handling most Vampire Society affairs, including but not limited to booking events and venues, securing timetables and even setting up the occasional bake sale. The busier he can stay, the happier he is.

Physical Health Diagnosis:

Flat Feet: Larry has to wear special inserts in his shoes because his feet have no arches in them. It occasionally makes running hard.

Fears: Being forgotten, aliens, being eaten alive, earthquakes

Positive Traits: Loyal, trustworthy, tolerant

Negative Traits: Self-deprecating, anxious, worrisome

Quirks: Listens to such a wide variety of music it’s hard to pinpoint his tastes; Likes peanut butter and cheese sandwiches; Has an interest in all occult/supernatural things but vampires are his number 1

Tends To: Busy himself to the point of forgetting himself; Become nonverbal during conflict; Cling to his dog when scared

History: The timing couldn’t have been worse for Larry to have been a shine in his parents’ eyes. Zach Fetter was content to be the guy Mariah Goodman’s parents couldn’t stand, and she was content to know she was breaking rules, until Larry came into the picture. The minute it turned from rebellion into the possibility of a family, all parties tried to run. Mariah, sadly, was a little stuck. She couldn’t get an abortion, and had to temporarily move back in with her parents until Larry was born. He spent the beginning of his life mostly with his grandparents, while his mother got back on her feet with a job.

When he was three, his uncle was released from prison and his mother moved out of her parents’ house to move in with her brother. The initial idea was for him to get a job and help out, but something always got in the way. He spent a lot of time babysitting Larry, who began to behave differently. Quiet, more sullen, he flinched a lot in the presence of his uncle and refused to talk about it. By kindergarten, he was reluctant to do much on his own, and immediately clung to an older kid by the name of Mike Makowski.

They became fast friends, and Larry was ever loyal to any of Mike’s causes, even if he was a year younger than him. When they became the South Park Vampire Society in fourth grade (fifth for Mike), Larry was a dutiful second in command that spent as much time as he could with his friends. They were all a very close-knit group, and even as they grew and everyone else changed, Larry didn’t see a whole lot of it.

He let himself be so enveloped in his work for his friends, in spending time with them and helping them with problems, that he never thought of much else. Most things that regular teenage boys did escaped him, barring his schoolwork, and he was always probably the least sexual of the vampire kids. Not to say that he didn’t like people that way, or that he didn’t have the thoughts on occasion, but he was always so tired when he got home, and it took a lot to get him to open up about things like that.

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Tags List - Personal

Not A Ghost Nor A Demon (Larry) This Is What I Do I Spit On You (Larry’s IC Posts) Stripes Are Always In (Larry’s Closet) A Vampire’s Lair (Larry’s Stuff) I’ve Got A Notion (Larry’s Desires) Fake Fangs And Clamato Juice (Larry’s Aesthetic) The Vampire Lestat (Lestat Tag) Like Fog Lights In The Rain (Larry’s Music) Things Are Different When You’re Dead (Larry Musings) Here It’s December Every Day (Larry Headcanons)

Tags List - With X - Canon

We Are But Shepherding Wolves (Larry And Allison Mertz)

The Different Need Us As Well (Larry And Amanda Harrison)

Please No Grieving (Larry And Annie Barlett)

Blondes Have More Fun (Larry And Bebe Stevens)

I Don’t Know Him (Larry And Billy Harris)

Sister In Darkness (Larry And Bloodrayne)

Where Oh Where Has He Gone? (Larry And Bradley Biggle)

It’s The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life (Larry And Butters Stotch)

I Don’t Like Dirt (Larry And Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne)

He’s Cool Enough To Hang Out With Us (Larry And Clyde Donovan)

If He Had Wheels He’d Be A Wagon (Larry And Craig Tucker)

Party Till It’s 666 In The Morning (Larry And Damien Thorn)

Nothing Is Ever Perfect (Larry And David Harrison)

He Rode Cthulhu Like A Pony! (Larry And Eric Cartman)

A Sweet Kid (Larry And Filmore Anderson)

Sharp And Scathing With Shipping Included (Larry And Firkle Smith)

The More The Merrier (Larry And Flora)

Brothers In Vampirism (Larry And Gangsta Vamp)

It’s Not Right To Tell Someone They’re Wrong (Larry And Gary Harrison)

What’s Up Drunkie? (Larry And Gregory)

She Wears A Dress Like A Body Bag Every Day (Larry And Heidi Turner)

Fire Bad! (Larry And Henriette Biggle)

Under Our Wings You Could Flourish (Larry And Ike Broflovski)

Don’t Let The Losers Win (Larry And Jennifer Harrison)Could She Be One Of Us? (Larry And Jenny)

Humor Is The Lifeblood Of Society (Larry And Jimmy Valmer)

One Of Us (Larry And Karen McCormick)

Why Does He Hate Us So Much? (Larry And Kenny McCormick)

Help Yourself To Guns And Ammo (Larry And Kevin McCormick)

Millennials Against Canada (Larry And Kyle Broflovski)

Everyone Is Welcome (Larry And Leslie Meyers)

I Believe (Larry And Mark Harrison)

Anywhere But Scottsdale (Larry And Michael)

They Worry You With All The Talk Of How You’re Not Their Kind (Larry And Mike Makowski

A Little Extra Help (Larry And Mimsy)

Always Scheming (Larry And Nathan)

The Sun It Withers In Comparison (Larry And Nichole Daniels)

Ugh You Spit On Me Larry (Larry And Pete)

He’s Not Like The Others (Larry And Quaid)

Leader Of The Pack (Larry And Red Tucker)

We’re Cool Huh? (Larry And Ryan Ellis)

Not Everyone Is On Our Level (Larry And Sally Bands)

You Poor Guy (Larry And Scott Tenorman)

Dogs Are Life (Larry And Stan Marsh)

Fanastic Wounds (Larry And Timmy Burch)

Is He On The List? (Larry And Token Black)

Tally Marks (Larry And Trent Boyett)

Too Young To Drink Caffeine (Larry And Tweek Tweak)

Class President (Larry And Wendy Testaburger)

Tags List - With X - OC

For What It’s Worth (With Hershy) - @brokenxdelinquentsx

It Was An Honest Mistake (With Nikolai Robins) - @sub-nikolai

Tags List - With X - Crossover

Daddy Daddy Get Me Out Of Here I’m Underground (With Jareth)

A Little Crazy Is OK As Long As Nobody Says Any Dirty Words (With Jerome Valeska)

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Verses - In-World

Second Best Friend Ever (Larry’s Elementary Verse)

It didn’t take long for Larry to be swept up in Mike Makowski. Someone that was so confident and cool actually paying him attention was the biggest, nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. He would have followed Mike to the ends of the Earth and back, and usually helped retrieve him from Scottsdale, at least by tattling to his parents.

Growing Into Oneself (Larry’s Middle School Verse)

In middle school, being the vice president and treasurer of the Vampire Society became his life. He would make sure that everyone had their tickets for dances and things, that everyone was going to parties or zoo excursions. Mike’s birthdays became a big-ticket item and he did a lot of work with Mike’s stepdad to get the parties to be just right for his best friend.

Workaholic (Larry’s High School Verse)

In high school, Larry got a job as a clerk at the Photo Dojo. If he wasn’t doing that or school work, he was almost always with his friends doing something. If they weren’t together, he was planning things, or taking dictation from Mike. He spent as little time at home as he could leading up to his 18th birthday, and after it he tried to spend even less time there.

We Are The Fortunate All The Time (Larry’s College Verse)

The second Larry graduated high school, he was already out the door. The soonest he could get to his college life and away from his family, the better. Sure, he missed his friends, but they all talked on group chats and Discord, so things were still close. Living outside of Colorado was odd for him, however, hard to really put into place. Outside of his friend group, which apparently sheltered him a lot, he didn’t know how to function.

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AU Verses

I Can’t Wait To Show You My Love (Larry’s ABO AU)

Born a male Omega, Larry was always looked down upon by his mother, and his uncle saw him as a target. His grandparents took him in when he started to smell too much like his uncle, and have full custody of him. He lives with them in Middle Park, but still goes to school and hangs out with his friends in South Park.

His Only Fault Was His Trust (Demon!Larry AU)

Larry had never been much of a bad person. In fact, his only real flaw was that he trusted others so thoroughly that whatever they said or told him to do made him dangerous. A loyal friend, he became a majordomo to the royal family of hell when he died.

Creatures Of The Deep (Mer!Larry AU)

Larry is a Demasoni Cichlid, one of the least aggressive of his species. He tries to be a kind of vegetarian, but his species cannot survive without meat for long. He eats fish more than anything, though he goes into a frenzy on occasion. When he’s on land, he loses his ability to speak.

Apprenticed (Larry’s Repo! The Genetic Opera AU)

It started off innocently enough; Larry had been hoping to get some good, interesting work for his stories. Vampires were still a hit, even if it was more organ-themed now-a-days. But working as an apprentice to a Graverobber wasn’t always the easier thing to deal with, especially when squeamish.

Warn Your Warmth To Turn Away (Vampire!Larry AU)

It made sense, at some point, for Larry to obsess over vampires to the point of following ‘real’ ones. When he’d left South Park for college, he never once thought he’d find anyone that fit his aesthetic. Here he was, though, in a club called The Den, a bartender that didn’t realize just what he was getting himself into. Three days into his employment, he found out the dirty underbelly of the city operated there, and that most of them were not human. To keep him from running, he was slowly being poisoned, turned into a vampire that could still provide blood to others until the night of his full shift. Which just so happened to be his twenty-second birthday.

I Don’t Want To Be Team Jacob (Werewolf!Larry AU)

Larry had always loved dogs. He had enjoyed seeing wolves in the forest, thinking of them as vampiric familiars. The one time he stepped over his boundaries and pet an unfamiliar dog, though, turned out to be the worst night of his life. Trying to hide his new side from his friends and relatives was proving to be too hard, to boot.

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Shipping

None At This Time

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Open Starters

None At This Time

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Headcanon Posts

* ( positive personality traits!

Physical Traits Of Your Muse

Detailed Profile Tag

Bold Your Muse’s Aesthetic (Spooky Edition)

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Faceclaim - Gerhard Freidl

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Art By Me

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Pets

Lestat is Larry’s loyal White German Shepherd. The pair are mostly inseparable, and he will take Lestat with him to occasional Vampire Society meetings. Lestat protects Larry from his uncle, who is the only person that Lestat doesn’t like.

#Not A Ghost Nor A Demon (Larry)

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secretadventuresociety · 4 years ago

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Episode 28 Recap

Hail and well met, SASholes!! I’m Bren, resident SAStorian and your favorite Dungeons and Dragons fangirl. Welcome to Episode 28: In The Shadows.

Ding, Dong, the Dick is Dead

We pick back up with Kess and Pearce standing inside the bedroom of the now dead Xarus. An awkward silence tugs between our two heroes before Pearce raises his hand to Kess in the request of the highest of fives. She leaves the boy hanging (bad form, Kessandria…) and attempts to discern how long her ex-fiance has been deceased. Be it nerves, shock, or pleasure-- neither she nor Pearce can pinpoint an estimated time of death. However, Kess still begs Sienna to hand over her diamond ring, which she eventually does once the changeling reveals her plans. Kess takes the engagement jewel and casts Revivify. The gem shatters, covering a still-lifeless bag of di-- well. Too soon to speak ill of the dead? A moment passes, and no change. It has been more than the sixty seconds required to bring a soul back with this low-level incantation.

Pearce pulls Sienna aside and summons his best Poirot-- interrogating her despite her (seemingly-- we trust no one!) fragile state. She admits that she was deep in sleep until Xarus began ‘trembling’, which she later clarifies as something adjacent to choking. The writhing shook her awake, just in time for her to witness her fiance leaping off the bed and collapsing almost immediately. Being unable to recall any other details, the (SEEMINGLY) broken widow asks for her ring to be returned, not questioning its ruined state. She then promptly exits the room to hurk the awkward dinner party’s contents onto the hallway tile. Kess looks after her, consumed with guilt for being unable to bring back the son of a bi-- still too soon? You guys are no fun.

Pearce listens as Kess repeats how Xarus wasn’t acting like himself-- but as she finishes, he attempts to reassure her that he deserved it, and that he was probably a bastard his whole life. Which-- frankly-- I agree with the gunslinger here. This snaps Kess out of her spiral long enough that she casts Detect Magic and roams the bedroom. The most ominous thing that stands out is a lockbox under the bed. Pearce, after noting that Xarus’ side of the bed is still warm, takes off to the bedroom he claimed with Kü to grab his lockpicking tools. He checks in on the kobold, who (in Pearce’s own words) is resting like a ‘horrifying little angel’ as Kü ferociously tears into some dream animal or another in his sleep.

Honey, I Traumatized the Kids

As Pearce meets back up with Kess at the scene of the crime, he notices the whole fam damnily is in the threshold. He pushes past, handing off his thievery set, and watches as Kess masterfully opens the glowing (possibly enchanted?? We have no idea!) box to reveal…. PAPERWORK! While every accountant is realigning the pearls that they’ve clutched-- let me tell you the most important thing in this mound of dead trees: the deed to the Shadowmore estate. The druid then spots a bottle of wine on the nightstand on Xarus’ side of the bed, which she is easily able to tell has not been tampered with in any way. Satisfied with her search (for now!), Kess walks out of the room to greet her mother-- who steps closer to her with a noticeable limp. S U S. Norse goes into mom gear before her daughter can question the ailment; demanding a magistrate be summoned and all incriminating evidence be hidden on the family wing of the house.

As Kess moves to carry out the latter of her mother’s checklist, she grabs her mother by the elbow and asks her what happened in hushed tones. The matron changeling tries to lie at first, stating that she fell down the stairs on the way down to Xarus’ bedchambers. Kess, however, sees through this lie and presses her… almost immediately wishing she hadn’t. Her mother seethes through her clenched teeth that she and her husband were very relieved to have her back home, so they were taking advantage of their alone time. You know. Naked. Thankfully, Pearce pulls Kess out of the embarrassment bubble to be able to speak with her alone as they walk up to the fourth floor and start to hide criminal paraphernalia.

The two discuss possible culprits-- their minds going towards the supernatural. Pearce wonders about Mother and her growing presence as Kess frets about Ashe and his love of flame. Zev, having yoinked the wine from Xarus’ room, gulps it in a chill silence until the pair notice he’s there. A thread connects in Kess’ mind, and she asks her brother how long Rook had been making potions. Ever helpful, Zev shrugs and assumes about a year, then excuses himself to retire to his room. Having finished their task, Pearce and Kess decide they should do the same, probably a fantastic idea since neither of them got a long rest. For safety’s sake-- they make their way to the room where Kü is still sleeping soundly so that the whole party can be together.

That’s it, You’re all Going to Therapy

For some reason, our gunslinger decides it’s a fantastic idea to reach out and touch Kü’s faith; though the moment his finger grazes Mother’s skull, Kü awakens with a start. He mumbles in confusion about the dream he had just woken up from, then notices the darkness still blanketing the windows and asks to sleep until morning. Kess and Pearce take no time at all to wait for the kobold to get back into his REM cycle-- talking conversationally about Xarus and his fate. Kü overhears this and asks Kess which of her brothers died, not recognizing her ex-arranged-beau by name. Finally, Kü discerns that she means the ‘dickbag’ (SEE I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THAT) and promptly is uninterested. Kess asks Kü if Mother has ever come out in his sleep— he craftily avoids telling the whole truth by just admitting she is doing things she never has before. In the midst of his friends, who worry Mother may punish him for speaking out of turn, the kobold shrugs the interaction off as a dream and nods back off.

Having been newly spooked, Kess and Pearce delay their plans to rest and try to kill a little time (woof, that may be an unfortunate turn of phrase here) waiting for the magistrate. They go downstairs on a search for Pearce’s clean travelling clothes and a midnight snack. As the gunslinger dresses, Kess stares at his stained mask. She asks why there’s red marring the fabric, and he reveals that when he was first recruited into his band of bounty hunters that he attempted to make the much older members respect him by plastering the face covering with paint to simulate blood. Poor buddy. For obvious reasons, it didn’t work, but it still looks damn cool! We stan our emo king. Kess breaks off toward the kitchen and makes quite the shark coochie (if you know, you know) for the trio to share once Kü actually wakes up.

Pearce forgos any of the furniture as they make it back to the guest room, preferring to instead sleep on the floor to be alert in case of any danger. Hey-- hey buddy? Hey pal? Pearce, I hate to tell you this, but you gots some PTSD*! Our Trauma Boy (™, ™, ™,) hears footsteps with his ear resting to the floor and so is unable to really sleep. Kess builds a pillow fort around them all (while we’re diagnosing each other-- can we say arrested development?) and the overwhelming smell of raw meat (which Kess grabbed specifically for Kü) wakes up our favorite tiny terror, who digs into the offering, refusing to look a gift meat in the mouth although he was pretty sure he dreamed having a conversation with his companions. He does, however, ask if someone is truly dead-- and once confirmation is given-- he turns to Pearce and asks him how he killed Xarus, causing both indignation and amusement.

Sleeping Together

Kü tells Pearce that he would have lost a bet had he made one on who killed Xarus-- and Kess Dramatic Hamsters her gaze towards the gunslinger, having been reminded of how much money he lost her in the Underfrost. Pearce angrily replies that he left her money, but when Kess’ stare turns from intense to confused, he describes the note and the door he slipped it under. Kess recognizes the details as her parents’ room, and Pearce flies into a panic, sure that Arthur and Norse will see it and believe he is bribing them to keep quiet about his (nonexistent) part in Xarus’ murder. And what do we do when we’re upset, boys and girls? We take a Stress Nap (™, ™, ™,)!

Our bleeding heart kobold agrees to watch over his sleeping friends, and leaves Kess and Pearce safely in their pillow fort-- closing the guest room door and pacing back and forth in front of it. Energy unwavering even after two and a half hours, Kü keeps up his post even as Norse makes her way to him, looking for the dosing duo. Kü takes special care to let her know that her daughter and Pearce are in the bedroom sleeping together-- and that he heard strange sounds coming from inside. After asking her if he should check on them, Norse awkwardly murmurs that someone is asking to speak with the three of them as soon as possible. Kü interprets ‘ASAP’ as ‘As Soon As Pearceandkesswakeup’, so the three of them descend downstairs after their long rest is completed.

They notice the mansion staff hanging around, and enter Xarus’ chambers to see a tabaxi woman smoking a pipe standing inside. Kess immediately recognizes her as Mardosta’s local private detective and fellow Xarus-hater; Brienne. Now, I really hate to say ACAB to this probably lovely catperson; but ma’am, do we really think smoking WHERE SOMEONE WAS MURDERED IS A GOOD IDEA? Ever hear of crime scene tampering??!! Where’s David Caruso when you need him?! ANYWAY. Brienne asks for a good place to interrogate the trio, and Kü offers up Kess’ greenhouse. As the changeling leads the group there-- she outlines the rules for her safe space which basically boils down to NO TOUCHY.

Who Needs Natural 1s With Brains Like These by Fall Out Boy

Pearce pushes Kü to go first, and so the kobold grabs a turkey leg for a snack and heads in with the detective. Brienne asks about Kess and Pearce-- wondering what their relation to each other is and their feelings toward Xarus. Kü explains they’ve been travelling together for ‘some amount of time’ and that Kess was mad about Xarus being in her house, but also sad for the same reason. He then moves on to Pearce, saying that the gunslinger absolutely hated him. This, of course, attracts the tabaxi’s attention-- she asks if Kü believes his friend to be violent. Kü emphatically asserts that he is the most violent man he has ever met. Brienne takes thorough notes and Kü continues through the dinner, the Underfrost, and his brutal ass-kicking that led to him going to bed almost instantly once they returned to the mansion; but he does admit that he heard Kess and Pearce talking in hushed voices about someone being dead while he was in between sleep and waking.

The detective trades Kü out for Pearce once the kobold starts to question her about the animosity between her and the deceased-- primarily asking where she was at the supposed time of his expiration. She humors him, stating that she was at home-- passed out after her own nighttime festivities. Kü leaves the room, but not before hearing Mother congratulate him for keeping the tabaxi from suspecting anything. When Pearce enters the greenhouse, Brienne reveals Kü’s accusations about his character and asks if he had any ill will toward Xarus. Pearce, having no reason to lie, lets her know he absolutely did. This brings the tabaxi to ask him outright if he killed Xarus, to which he assured her he didn’t; no matter how much he may have hated him. Brienne is curious as to why the gunslinger hated someone he just met-- and Pearce explains that Xarus treated him and his friends like shit, and he absolutely would have retaliated had the asshole tried something in order to protect them. Brienne jots more notes down as she goes through Kü’s account; adding in Pearce’s own details (the scream, the candle blowing out), and expresses curiosity regarding the kobold’s helmet and disposition.

Pearce does admit that he would describe Kü as ‘feral’, but that he was in no state to hurt anyone or anything that night. Oh, and that YES, the skull on his head is VERY real. In return for these candid answers, Pearce asks why Brienne couldn’t stand the now dead dickbag-- and she tells him his family made their fortune collecting and selling tabaxi fur, and says she wasn’t always known as Brienne; a change that Xarus refused to acknowledge. Pearce then sends Kess in, who again recounts the night’s events-- adding that Sienna (the S E E M I N G L Y upset fiance) looked disgusted with her husband-to-be, feigns ignorance as to why Xarus would have set up residence in her home, and leaves the detective speechless as she divulges that she attempted to bring her ex back to life. Before leaving Brienne to her thoughts, Kess makes sure to impress on her how her friends may seem rough around the edges, but they have good hearts. CUE THE TEARS AND CONTINUE THE INTRIGUE!

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TL;DR

Have you connected any dots yet? Please let me know who you think the killer is because I’ve got nothing.

Reminder to never dig into your parents’ business…. or under their bed. Just trust me.

*Here is a link to the article describing the coping mechanisms of children affected by trauma (cough--PEARCE--cough): https://starr.org/2013/posttraumatic-stress-disorder-ptsd-reactions/

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Come and drink the Külaid and catch the next session over at twitch.tv/lochness on August 11th at 7:30CST/8:30EST! AND if you’d like to watch THIS episode, you can find it at the link below:

https://youtu.be/tGhm_Qq0smw?t=1254…

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book-pirate · 7 years ago

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Goblet of Fireeeeeeeee

- I was never really clear as to how pettigrew and voldy hooked up but w/e not a question that needs answering i guess - Fuck I wish they’d put in that scene where Dudley’s tongue grows like thirty feet - Gang’s hair on point! - Ah Edward Cullen. Yes. The vampire. - Arthur Weasley taking care of Harry YET AGAIN - Fun fact: I am wearing a 422nd Quidditch World Cup shirt! - Long and luscious locks galore - Reason #9 why harry isn’t a ravenclaw? he though all them weasleys could cram into one little tent - Harry and the Gang are actually supposed to be in the Minister’s box too but w/e continuity has just been decimated by this point - Aww Ronny’s in love - I can’t believe the Doctor is a death eater - The French are pretentious af - Look at those Pirates - Today in Unnecessarily Character Design Changes, with an extra side of Unnecessary Gendering: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang! - Krum is a good man and I hope he finds happiness - Wow. Moody really did That™ - It’s sad watching all these movies knowing my sons Fred and George only have a few more years together - Ooooo Hermione getting those Looks from Krum - Yeah let’s be MANLY MEN and PUNCH EACH OTHER IN THE FUCKING CHEST - Three guesses whose name that is - You best learn you can never have a normal year Harry m’boy - HARRY DID YAH PUT YAH NAME IN DA GOBLET OF FIAH fucking hate this movie - Lol Harry’s face is all ‘fuck me’ like same - I stan one (1) teacher and her name is Minerva ‘Bad Ass Mother Fucker’ McGonagall - Ron not believing in Harry is so sad and so 14 - Rita Skeeter can fuck right off. #ProtectMyChildren1994 - Side note: All Hogwarts Students are my children - Harry hanging out with the owls is so Pure - Megan and I just had an argument about Ron so that shows you how serious (ha) I am about how much I love him - Speaking of Sirius, that is not how floo powder works - “no one stops being a death eater” um my son, Draco Malfoy (although I guess he wasn’t really a death eater by choice) - Hermione doesn’t dress like she’s 14 but I support it - Ginny, on the other hand, does - “you might like to try the same thing now and again” damn hagrid alright - MY FORGOTTEN SON, CHARLIE WEASLEY, IS MENTIONED - I would wear a Potter Stinks badge tbh, and I think Harry should wear one too, you know, subvert the trope - Edward The Vampire, a true hufflepuff - GO OFF HARRY DAMN - Lmao ferret Draco - Ooh in the pants I had forgotten that - “we never use transfiguration as a punishment”, well maybe you should - I have never related to Harry more. I would wing it too - Rita Skeeter can eat a bag of dicks - Oh Krum, he’s my favorite - I think Harry keeps his mini dragon. I hope he does anyway - Reason #10 why Harry’s not a ravenclaw, he keeps forgetting his wand EVEN THOUGH IT’S IN HIS GODDAMN HAND - You’d think they’d have better safety measures in place than JUST A FLIPPING CHAIN - I would definitely get motion sickness - Rubeus Hagrid, A+ Dad - The Patel twins are in the same house and it irks me - “i suppose i was a bit distraught” MY HEART - HARRY IS SO AWKWARD I LOVE IT - “bulgarian bon bon” amazing - man gryffindor is tiny - oh god minnie you need to cool it with the metaphors - NEVILLE MY SON - gross gross gross Hagrid and Olympe need to stop - KRUM SERVING LOOKS - “you’re a girl” oh my godddddd - the one (1) moment I like snape - “i like it when they walk” oh ron oooohhhhhh ron - oh hermioneeee my little girl all grown up - RON IS JEALOUSSSS - you know what filch and his cat are cute - FLITWICK CROWD SURFING. AMAZING - who the fuck would want that as their tombstone - Myrtle’s thirst is real - man they did Dobby dirty too - BE NICE TO MY SON NEVILLE - “I’VE KILLED HARRY POTTER” well you’re off to a better start than voldemort for sure - Reason #11 WHERE’S YOUR FUCKING WAND - “outstanding moral fiber” what kind of phrasing - they about to find a dead body - THEY FOUND IT - you know they could’ve at least tried to find an actor that looked a LITTLE like the OG dumbledore - What kind of medieval cage is Igor in - Hello mother, here i am, a death eater, i was the doctor, and now i’m not, da da dada da dada da da da - i don’t understand why draco stans krum if he’s dating hermione - LAST TIME AMOS IS GOING TO SEE EDWARD - GET A FUCKING MOVE ON - why is krum’s wand bent this is bothering me - Fleur is struggling big surprise - where’s the flipping sphinx - DUN DUN DUN surprise portkey! - Voldy baby! - Alas poor Edward, I knew thee somewhat - Did it have to be a whole hand? I feel like it could’ve been a finger or some shit - oh this is so gross - you know it’s always bugged me voldy doesn’t have red eyes - #LetMyBabyBoyRest1994 - my poor baby. look at him. he’s got ptsd. - Reason #12 clearly that is not someone you want to trust harry like seriously - surprise doctor! - you know it’s really considerate that voldy waits for the end of the school year to pull shit - “i set them on fire in my fourth year” sir you were in slytherin we know stop the lies

Movie: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

#sofieliveblogsHP

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riacte · 4 years ago

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Explanations:

Everything on the first layer are facts

Second layer:

7200 refers to the multiplied coins Blue Bats got for Survival Games

Frostbyte Freeman’s How The Blue Bats Won MCC 9 is an iconic documentary on how they won

H was rumoured to ask for False after he made the Reddit post calling False underrated (rumour disproven, H asked for new teammates)

H and Fruit were rivals in MCC 6 because they were on opposing Dodgebolt teams and fought for fifth individual

H not allowed to team with PvPers, they would get more coins with SG modern scoring, and H whining about being replaced on Lime Liches/ Lime14 are facts

The two H quotes can be found in the MCC 9 stream

Hmamma, Fruityloops and Falsie are Ren’s nicknames for H, Fruit and False. Renpog is H’s nickname for Ren.

Third layer:

cherrybombtwt is the Twitter subtwt about Fruit (cherry) and H’s (bomb) friendship

cherrybombtwt gc is the Twitter gc that later became the Blue Bats Discord group

Fruit trolled Blue Bats fans multiple times by replying to Blue Bats announcement tweets months after MCC 9

You can find animatics on YouTube by searching “mcc9 blue bats” and there are fanfics on Archive Of Our Own/ Wattpad

The Underdog by Spoon is featured in Frostbyte Freeman’s videos and is basically the Blue Bats anthem (the lyric “you got no fear of the underdog, that’s why you will not survive” is often used)

H and Fruit trained Niki for MCC 10 after H offered to be a coach (and he wasn’t joining MCC 10)

H said he would organise a charity stream/ four person speedrun Blue Bats reunion in Jan 2020, Fruit and False both teased it some time ago, but it didn’t happen lmao

Fourth layer:

Blueberry Blue Bats plush that Fruit sometimes referenced on Twitter when missing the Bats

hibernationtwt is cherrybombtwt but with hermittwt and basically the subtwt for Blue Bats

There are Blue Bats fancams on Twitter, one example here

There was a Blue Bats watch party in Nov 2020 in the Blue Bats discord group

You can find Ren’s stream and the practice stream in the Blue Bats masterpost

Ren did rap Hermitgang and you can find it at the beginning of the practice stream mentioned above

Fruit declaring “I am the mcc 9 blue bats” is a deleted tweet on his alt

Emina Winters did write a 10k word long Blue Bats analysis, please give it a read!

Here’s Frostbyte Freeman’s Blue Bats Spotify playlist <3

Moondial AU on Tumblr is explained here. There’s also a series on Ao3. Basically Fruit, Ren, False, and Grian are transported to DSMP after MCC 9.

Battle Scars AU is an Assassination Classroom x MCYT crossover, you can read it here. It’s about hermits being looked down because they’re bad at PvP, and H and Fruit train them to get better. The villain is named after Stan Twitter.

Vexberries/ Vex Blue Bats AU is a crossover with Hermitcraft’s Convex lore that features Cub and Scar. Basically someone thought the Blue Bat wings looked like Vex wings and slapped things together. Can’t find the post about it, but here’s some pog art

Pogsupremacy is the fan made name for the duo of Ren(pog) and False (Supremacy). It’s a running joke among some fandom members (*coughcough*) to make them fight in MCC because they always team up together. Here’s a fic of them facing each other in Dodgebolt.

MCC 9 Blue Bats fandom iceberg 💙

I’m not a veteran, so take this with a grain of salt lol. The bottom layer is more tumblr-specific bc I feel that has the most Blue Bats content.

Very vaguely:

First layer is general knowledge

Second layer is those who have watched them/ Reddit people/ statistics people

Third layer is for Twitter and people who actually got into the “fandom”

Forth layer is Tumblr and for people who are really into the fandom lolol

(Some stuff here were quite popular in 2020 but not well known now, so they’re on a lower layer)

#long post

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myzoofelixlestrange · 4 years ago

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FICTION: Angel/ Archangel (xmen)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsX5v00WJRw

Warren Worthington, originally known as Angel and later as Archangel, is a comic book character created by writer Stan Lee and artist Jack Kirby, the character first appeared in The X-Men #1 (September 1963). Warren was mutant as well as an original founding member the X-Men. his powers consisted of a pair of giant white angel wings along side other avian like traits such as lighter bones, flexible wings and a very keen eye sight that are found in many types of bird or prey.

as for his ‘archangel’ origins, warren had his wings irreversibly damaged during a fight with some enemies, this lead to the wings having to be amputated. driven mad from loosing something so important to him, warren tried to kill himself while flying a plain. however he was mysteriously rescued by his sworn enemy, apocalypses. the reason behind this was to turn warren into one of the four horse-men, the angel of death. apocalypse gave him a pair of new metal tech-organic wings that somewhat resembled his original ones. apart from this time around he could launch the metal poisoned tipped ‘feathers’ at who ever he was fighting.

after having his memory returned, one day his wings metal wings began to wither away only to reveal his original angel wings. there was also a point where he once again lost his wings which lead to the return of his archangel form, but since then he was been known to shift back and fourth from his angel and archangel form.

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now there's not much about this character that relates to my project apart from the wings themselves, there's many winged humans within fiction and this just happens to be on of the marvel comic books fan favourite. once again like ive said before, he's to human for my concept, however his story was still interesting and the idea of his metal wings could come in use inspiration wise if I wasn't sticking to the idea of wild animalistic avian creatures reeking hell on humanity.

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echorpg · 7 years ago

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BASICS

Name:

Joel Zachary Sullivan

Faceclaim: Sebastian Stan

Analysis:

age — 33

birthplace/hometown — Echo, Nevada

occupation — writer, poet, screenwriter, occasional blogger and critic

rank — Omega

Four Characteristics:

Cynical - Hit an idealist with disappointment one time too many and you’ll get yourself a cynic. From a left-wing radical feminist to someone who just cannot bother to give a proper fuck, Joel may not the best person to talk to when it comes to human nature.

Observant - Even the smallest details tell a story and to the storyteller, that’s life. He sees more than he lets on and has a dangerously sharp memory for things he could use against you, should he need to. To him, that’s power.

Intelligent - While others may think they know nothing, Joel is well-aware he knows it all. The worst part is he is right more often than not. He is intelligent, both conventionally and not, to the point when he could be insufferable without realizing it. He grows bored of things (or people) which he does not see as up to his standards. Writing is the one challenge he has left that offers him enough variety to keep him engaged and entertained for long.

Detached - Joel has burned one bridge too many. He is quick to judge and even quicker to push others away and that has left him changing jobs, homes, states and people often. He likes to think he can feel home anywhere, but the truth is, he is at home nowhere.

BIOGRAPHY

Peter Sullivan was an honest, hardworking, “salt of the earth” kind of alpha, who led a respectable life and was regarded as an upstanding member of the Mitchell pack. In his mid-forties, he fathered one child, who years later described him in a bestselling book:

“My father was - and still is - the quintessential reason psychotherapists always want to get me to talk about my childhood.

My father had this… I don’t know how to call it… this… ugly, disgusting habit of grinding his inner cheeks with his teeth, whenever he was trying to think. Picture this: You’re in eighth grade, a hapless lanky nerd, who - naturally - gets picked on and bullied a lot. You go to your father, as one would, and tell him that it’s been the fourth time this week Jimmy Peterson has managed to push your head in the toilet. All you get is this bald, scruffy looking imagined father of yours, looking into the distance and chewing on his own flesh for minutes on end. Perfect silence. Then maybe - just maybe, if it’s been your lucky Wednesday evening, - he might actually bother to look at you and say: "Well, son, you can’t expect wolves to give you an easy pass just because you’re an omega.”

Peter Sullivan never read that book, but he died two weeks after its publication. Contrary to the narrative, his son attended the funeral. It was the first time he had been to Echo in sixteen years and as far as he was concerned, the last.

It wasn’t easy for Peter’s son to get back to the town he used to consider home. For one, a lot of people didn’t seem to remember who he was. His identity was boiled down to a simple “Pete’s kid”. It wasn’t even “Alma’s kid”, because his mother didn’t seem to matter - she had been dead long enough for that. Even the people who were supposed to remember Joel Sullivan, didn’t seem to immediately recognize him in the streets. He looked nothing like that supposedly fictional “hapless lanky nerd”: the leather jacket, scruffy face and the cigarette in the corner of his mouth were far too different from that old memory of the bullied kid.

Joel Sullivan had changed a lot since the day he left Echo and in a way, he relied on the fact he was seemingly unrecognizable. His plan was to come, finish his paperwork duties as the sole heir and leave quickly. Out of all empty gestures, he was hoping he could avoid the Mitchell wolves the most and, at first, he did manage to avoid them. But it didn’t take long for them to figure out who he was (much to Joel’s distaste, he had seemed to underestimate their backwater town intelligence) and they flocked him. It was worse than he feared: a mirriad of packmates, coming to offer false condolences and share fond memories of his father, using words like “great”, “incredible”, “amazing” and “wise.

Joel had no reason to do it, but he bit his tongue, never once giving in to the urge to scream back in their faces about how wrong they were. He took comfort in the fact he would soon leave this hellhole of a town, but they would remain. For a while, it worked.

There were problems with the notary, so rather than a few hours, Joel had to stay a week. As much as he dreaded the thought, he booked a room at a hotel and convinced himself he could use the opportunity to lock himself in and write. He had always been at his best form when he could use his craft as therapy. His publisher was happy with such a turn of events (after the obligatory crap condolences) and that was that. It was a fool-proof plan.

And yet, much to his anger, the first thing Joel did was cry, when the notary took him to see the empty Sullivan house.

#to #tpackless #Sebastian Stan #gay rp #lsrp

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blame-canada · 8 years ago

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Watching

Prompt: Fireworks

Word Count: 1,288

Pairing: Crenny

Rated: T

This is both my fill for the July 2017 South Park Drabble Bomb prompt “Fireworks,” and the third installment of the Crenny miniseries, Choose Me, which you can read the rest of starting here. Read this piece of the story on AO3 here!

Watching was one of Craig’s favorite pastimes. It had been that way since the very beginning of his childhood, quietly noticing ants march past his shoelaces and other kids splash in the puddles their parents scolded them for jumping into. He watched his friends closest of all, and they were nice to notice even if they weren’t nice things. He watched Clyde’s ears turn red every time he was embarrassed, which he managed quite a lot. He watched Token bite at his nails before a test, a nervous habit he’d never managed to break all the way until the day Craig left him behind. He watched the way Tweek’s eyes went vacant whenever his anxiety became too much to bear and he began to fight it within himself instead of out loud, when he was his most terrified. He liked to feel as though he knew them well, and knew little things they perhaps didn’t even know about themselves.

The problem with watching was that sometimes he had to watch things that he did not want to see. He watched two adults argue in a front lawn on his way home from school one afternoon, when he was eleven. Their voices had silenced immediately upon noticing his presence. Their eyes followed him like monsters that thirsted for his blood. He took off running as soon as he felt like he could outrun them should they try anything. He didn’t hear following footfalls, but he did hear more yelling.

Then he started watching Kenny.

He hadn’t really noticed him much at first. He knew he hung out with Stan, Kyle, and Eric Cartman. He knew he didn’t talk much, and he didn’t like to show his face; for what reason, he could never figure out. He knew they were in the same American history class in seventh grade. It wasn’t until after that year that he began to watch Kenny instead of know, and only Craig knew that watching was much more intimate than knowing.

He watched Kenny scribble in the corners of his desks, and he tried every day in the classes without him to find the one with his ever-present initials carved into it where his elbow rested, by the hinge. He had one desk marked in every classroom, and somehow, he always knew which one was his. He dealt with the fact that Kenny only branded right-handed desks but he was left-handed. It made his arm sore sometimes, but there was safety in a sharply written KM underneath his sleeve, and it was more than worth the trouble.

He watched the way he handed off lunch to his sister somedays, and how he held onto his stomach for the rest of lunch period after that. Craig watched him walk a little slower some mornings than others, looking run down and a little beat up. He saw him wince when he bumped into things sometimes. He guessed there were bruises under the fabric of his clothes. He hated watching people hurt.

He tried going back to normal, watching Token’s nails shorten and Jimmy’s braces change colors, but all he could watch anymore was Kenny, and it frustrated him beyond belief. He didn’t want to watch Kenny anymore. It made his chest ache in a way he didn’t like at all.

Sparklers were not the most exciting form of a firework they could get their hands on, but in the heavy twilight of the Fourth of July, in the junkyard that was Kenny’s backyard, they were exactly what they needed. Kenny ran across the yard with one thrusted in front of him, all giggles and sweetness and life, and Craig thought he looked like a moth dancing around his own flame, wings fuzzy and flared behind his back.

“C’mon, get one too! I wanna pretend we’re wizards,” Kenny yelled to him from across the lawn, and Craig huffed.

“Wizards are lame,” he called back, but he reached for the box anyway, and lit one with the discarded lighter Kenny kept on him at all times. Tiny sparks shot from its tip, a miniature firework that felt powerful when in the palm of his own hand. Kenny dashed forward and Craig saw the teeth of his smile in the glow of the sparkler in his hand. As soon as he reached Craig, his own stick fizzled out, and his face went dark.

“Aww,” Kenny whined. Craig lifted his to illuminate his disappointed face. Then, the sound of a crash, and that horrible yelling, made his head shoot up to stare directly into his back window. The fear in his eyes was painful in the light of something so pretty. Craig hated watching that face most of all. Kenny’s face was made for smiling.

So, without a second thought, he took Kenny’s dead sparkler and replaced it with his own, a few dashes of light hopping from it with each jostle as their hands exchanged. “It’s okay,” Craig murmured, even though he knew it wasn’t. Kenny’s stare was broken, and his wide eyes came down from the window to stare directly into Craig’s, and it felt invasive, intimate, intense. The light that flickered between them was inconsistent, and Craig only saw flashes of Kenny’s face, getting closer and more afraid all the way until it was too close to see and the world went black because his eyes always slid shut when he was kissed. He wished he’d kept his eyes open though, because he wanted to know if Kenny’s eyes were just as frightened as his heart felt, his pulse so rapid his chest felt close to bursting. He opened his eyes first to find that Kenny’s were closed too, and a rush of desperate need consumed him so much that Kenny’s sparkler dropped to the dirt and Craig’s hand took grip in Kenny’s hair. He kissed him back so hard it hurt his lips, but he didn’t care. Kenny made his heart hurt so much sometimes, and it made sense to match.

They didn’t do any more than press their lips together, and Craig suspected it was because they were both too afraid to do anything else. It was still overwhelming, and as soon as he came to his senses, he broke contact with a sharp gasp, and stumbled back down to his knees. He looked up at Kenny, who had the rawest emotion Craig had ever seen spelled plainly across his face, and the second sparkler died, leaving them both in the dark. Glass broke in the house behind them.

Craig never knew what that emotion was on Kenny’s face, that Fourth of July in the summer before sophomore year. He didn’t see it again until two years later at a rest stop in Utah, counting the cash they had on hand that would have to last them for an indefinite period of time. He wondered if the emotion was genuine fear, the kind Kenny didn’t want anyone to see. If that was the case, he was honored to be the one to see it, and heartbroken to know that it had been him to evoke it, both times.

They didn’t say I love you much, but it felt right to tell him so at that rest stop in Utah. Kenny’s fear melted into a grateful smile so powerful it nearly brought tears to his eyes, bright as the sparklers that first brought their lips together. Watching Kenny hurt in an entirely new way now, one that he didn’t hate, maybe even loved, but that left him aching all the same. “Let’s go to the beach,” he suggested, and Kenny nodded, and the hesitant happiness in the biting of his lip made his heart burst into flames.

#spdrabblebomb #south park #south park fanfiction #sp fanfiction #south park fanfic #sp fanfic #craig tucker #kenny mccormick #crenny

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