#I would be the kind of guy to hate pumpkins. however.

[draculagerard]

oml berry anon here. realized I typed squash instead of pumpkin for some inexplicable reason. I don't actually know if all squash are considered berries, but pumpkins are

I was relieved for a second but then I looked it up.

Anon apparently your mistyping was literally correct…. Wild as fuck to me. Well at least I’d im understanding those words right. Cause like idk 90% of the words used in that answer.

Also sure. Pumpkins. Why not

[prettyoddfever]

the "Ryho" mindset is still happening

I didn’t like how part of the fandom treated Ryan during the pre-split years. This might end up being a lengthy explanation but bear with me because it’s relevant to the modern fandom.

So it was a well-known fact in 2006 that Ryan was straightedge/sober (Spencer was too, but he got less attention from the media). Being straightedge kind of became part of Ryan’s image (here’s a random example) and a lot of fans really connected with that. Then Ryan got drunk for the first time at the end of 2006, and we started seeing pictures of him partying with friends in early 2007 before the band even went to the cabin. 

By summer 2007 Ryan was like a completely different person. I get that the drugs & alcohol probably helped him become more outgoing, but I also think he was just becoming way more confident & comfortable as he grew up. And SO many fans seriously hated the change. Fans still randomly criticized the other 3 guys, but that stuff seemed more like the regular small complaints that happen just for the sake of complaining when people are bored (ex: Jon’s beard existing or vanishing). The stuff about Ryan was very different in tone and there were some consistent themes throughout the last half of 2007: Ryan was too in love with Keltie, he dressed like a hippie now, and he partied a lot. Basically, he was changing. He was no longer the same person that he was during the Fever era.

It honestly seemed like many fans were angry at this new version of Ryan for taking the old version away from them, as though they had some sort of ownership. There was tons of drama over the fact that we were seeing lots of pictures of Ryan partying with various friends (some of whom posted detailed stories about their nights or how drunk everyone was). Some fans said Ryan was a hypocrite or a liar and tried to make him out to be an alcoholic, as though he’d personally betrayed them by destroying who he was "supposed" to be.

However, I think most of the complaints were actually rooted in something bigger: Ryan looked happy.

I felt like a lot of the younger fans had latched onto the idea of a shy, wounded guitarist who needed to be saved or *understood* or whatever… you know the cliche I mean??  That was the vibe that the media sometimes tried to give him during the Fever era, so even they knew it would sell! But now Ryan was partying a lot with a wide range of friends, was dating Keltie, had completely abandoned his Fever-era aesthetic, and seemed to be closest with Jon in 2007 instead of Brendon. He was “destroying” the static image of Ryan that fangirls had taped onto their bedroom walls.

I remember a decent amount of fans actually admitting that they wished Ryan would go back to being depressed. Like they literally wanted him to be unhappy & unsure of himself because they liked him better that way. Others accepted that Ryan was changing and were happy for him, but still thought his bitter lyrics were better. And then even if other people wouldn’t admit that they were clinging onto an old version of Ryan, their main criticism still seemed to revolve around the fact that Ryan was living his life, having fun, and being different than he was the previous year.

I saved one fan’s post because it summed up some of the complaints this year:

The nickname “Ryho” really took off in late 2007.

Obviously a ton of fans loved Ryan (and the kids who were bashing him still claimed to love him too). The petty criticism just became annoying to me. People slammed his new clothes, his new hairstyles, the way he carried himself or talked, his weight/body, his “creepy” fingers, and the “girly” things he told Kerrang he liked (pumpkin spice candles, vanilla milkshakes, his puppy, and Titanic). Even the kids who used to love Ryan’s mild arrogance were now holding it against him. A lot of the fans who were criticizing Ryan in the last half of 2007 jumped right back to being his “fans” once the Pretty. Odd. era got going and things were interesting again, but I guess it shouldn’t have been surprising that so many fans were able to easily switch to bashing Ryan once again in spring 2009 when he was changing yet again. It’s like they were so focused on what Ryan wasn’t doing that spring (ex: recording the third Panic album) that they couldn’t see or accept what he was doing: building a whole new life for himself in a completely different music scene with the new crew of friends he’d been hanging out with for a while (Alex Greenwald’s scene).

One of the things that stuck out to me in late spring & summer 2009 was how many fans felt rejected by Ryan (and Jon). Those fans had basically idolized prior versions of Ryan and were hurt to slowly watch him destroy all of that as they realized he didn’t want to be part of the machine of the music scene that the fandom still loved. That hurt translated to them lashing out in anger.

So you know how I mentioned that in 2006 part of the fandom liked the idea of a shy, wounded guitarist who wrote bitter lyrics and needed to be *understood * and saved? And they resented Ryan for destroying that concept in 2007 and taking away the Ryan that they loved? They wanted to view him as a static character and couldn’t accept that he’s a constantly-evolving human. This is still happening today. Some fans are still upset that the version of Ryan that they want was taken away (ex: Ryan left the Fever era behind, left Panic behind). Except now instead of resenting Ryan for the choices that he made, some modern fans have rewritten the past to blame external forces like Brendon instead. I've been trying so hard to wrap my mind around this for a while, so here's my take on it... keep in mind that this is just my own observation/guess. Ryan isn't very visible now, so people are free to project a lot onto him. I think that by blaming Brendon (who is the visible one left), people can still happily view Ryan as a helpless victim who needs saving, and never feel rejected or betrayed by his choices... then it's like Ryan didn’t actually want to leave them, and could still be the person that they need him to be. Idk I'm still trying to comprehend what happened to the recent fandom tbh.

I'm absolutely not saying that all of Ryan's current fans are like this!! It's just that some little bits I've seen are concerning because they essentially take away Ryan’s agency & erase him. Even on a smaller scale, I've still noticed how some modern fans focus heavily on stories that dramatize Ryan's pain & portray him as a passive victim, regardless of whether those stories conflict with reality. Like why exactly is that angle a priority? Some examples:

Camisado is for dancing

the "funeral picture" isn't real

Lollapalooza was a fun show

June and July are different months

Ryan participated in the stage gay

some of the Ryden stuff could probably qualify too

Keep in mind that I'm saying this as a fan of Ryan. I am genuinely happy to see that he has so many newer fans! But sometimes I'm a little concerned that patterns might be repeating and maybe some people are more focused on their own creation of a character/image than an actual musician who has had many many phases.

[winedrunkwords]

lovely vision.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: the one where people can tell when steve thinks about you and mike can't whisper. [1.1k]

warnings: fluff, unrequited-to-requited-love, gender-neutral!reader

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In hindsight, he really played himself, hoping his super-observant, super-loud, no-boundary-having friends wouldn’t say anything. He couldn’t tell if that made it better or worse.

It’s one thing for Steve Harrington, self-proclaimed Halloween hater, to not mind when other people decorate his space. That can just be written off to him being polite and kind, even though Dustin would scoff at that and Eddie would laugh and Mike would call him out on the word “polite” being anywhere near his name.

The point is, being around other people’s decorations had some kind of plausible deniability. Him putting up Halloween decoration himself, however, there’s no deniability in that.

“What’s that?” Dustin asked as he slid into the backseat of Steve’s BMW, pointing at the ghost charm that dangles from the rearview mirror. Steve offered (read: was blackmailed) into driving the boys from the Wheelers house to the arcade even though they had perfectly functioning bikes. But then Dustin said they were teaching you how to play some game whose name he couldn’t remember and he definitely didn’t want you walking all that way, and since he was going that way anyways….

“Nothing,” Steve snapped back, staring straight ahead. Hopefully that would be the end of it and no one would s—

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” offered Mike, the traitor. His hair was long and in his eyes, like Eddie’s, but Steve could still feel the suspicious, almost accusing glare through the mess. “Looks like a decoration.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “It’s just an air freshener. I know teenage boys stink but you guys know what that is.”

“A ghost air freshener,” Lucas said, right in his ear. Steve had half a mind to kick him out, but he’d already started driving to your house and he didn’t want to be late. “That’s for Halloween, and you hate Halloween. You always buy those dumb trees.”

“Why are you paying so much attention to my spending habits?”

“Because they’re terrible.”

Steve glared at him through the rearview mirror (the traitor). “Don’t think I won’t make you walk.”

Your house was pretty close to the Wheelers and already decked out, considering Halloween was at the end of the month and it was only October first. Fake, giant spider webs stretched up the front yard to the porch, and pumpkins and Halloween decorations dotted almost every inch. Your house looked like it was out of a cartoon about the Addams family and your outfit matched it, all black and muted colors. Your smile, though, that made Steve feel like he’d sipped pure sunshine.

You slid into the passenger seat, your designated spot (to no one’s surprise and to your complete obliviousness). “Oh a little ghost! He’s so cute! Is he for Halloween?”

“Yeah, Steve,” Dustin asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Is he for Halloween?”

Rock and a fucking hard place. “Uh, yeah. It looked like it would fit the vibe, you know, and it smells nice.” Which wasn’t a lie. Steve genuinely did like the way it smelled, and the thought of you smiling at him the way you were now (warm, bashful, a little endeared) made the fact that it was a ghost a good thing.

You were endeared, maybe a few shades more than that. Steve’s indifference to Halloween was a well-known fact in the merry band of nerds (their name) that he chose to hang out with. Robin still talked about the year she got him to decorate his house with one (just one!) skeleton like it was a badge of honor. Now here he was, Levi jeans and orange sweater, with a ghost dangling from his car, glancing at you with a smile as he pulled into the arcade parking lot.

Maybe Mike thought he was quieter than he was; maybe he just wanted to ruin Steve’s life specifically. Either way, the entire car heard him over the radio when he murmured, “Man you really do turn into the people you love.”

Steve flushed and turned around so fast that you would be concerned about whiplash if you weren’t replaying what Mike said over and over again. People you love. “Alright, go play your damn games.”

None of the boys said anything, Mike looking almost uncharacteristically apologetic through the window. You smiled out at Dustin and said, “I’ll meet you guys in a few minutes, okay?” You could almost feel the man beside you turn into a statue.

“Okay.” He glanced between you and Steve nervously but ultimately chose to follow Mike and Lucas, leaving the two of you staring after the arcade door as it shut beside him.

“I’m sorry he said that,” Steve said almost frantically, eyes locked on the steering wheel so he didn’t have to see whatever horrible embarrassed look was on your face. “Mike never really knows when to shut up and he’s an instigator. He’s an idiot, actually. I’m really sorry; I can take it down if you want and —“

Your hand on his bicep shocked him into silence, and when he looked up at you, you were smiling like he’d given you a gift. “I don’t want you to take it down, Stevie.”

“What?”

“I don’t want you to take it down,” you repeated, “I like it. Why are you saying sorry for liking me back?”

“Because I don’t want to — pause. Did you say back?”

You laughed, and it was the best sound Steve had ever heard in his life. He wanted it bottled up for him only, the only thing sustaining him for the rest of his life. “Eddie kept saying I was really obvious.”

“He kept saying that to me too,” Steve replied. “He’s just stupid.” He wasn’t entirely sure what’s happening, but you were still looking at him. Your hand fell onto his, right on the console, and relief burst inside his chest, a cool relief like a sip of water when you were parched.

Liking him back. What the fuck?

“I don’t think either of us are much better right now.”

His hand, of its own volition but also because it knew if he didn’t do this he would never forgive himself, cupped your cheek, and he didn’t even have time to ask before you said, “yes,” and leaned in. And he was kissing you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you like he needed it to breathe, like it was the difference between him being able to keep going or crumble right then and there. Steve Harrington liked you back.

You parted, and fell back into each other once, twice, before he pulled away far enough that he could talk. He whispered, “If those kids come out here and stop me, I’ll strand them, I swear.” Your answering laugh felt like absolution.

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thank you so much for reading this! i wanted to write something for the beginning of october and i've been missing steve, hence a little steve one-shot. pls let me know what you think; i'd love to hear it! feel free to like and reblog if you enjoyed this, it really does help <3

[mtgc858]

Wekiddy Headcanons cause yes

Also my take on the characters personality and such.

Part 1

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Going in order from the wiki lol

Boom 9

Boom 9 is the quiet one of the group and often doesn't talk, he does but only to ones he likes lol.

He isn't human(obviously) but a lot don't know WHAT he is especially trying to figure out by his eyes, KC Glow does however but wants to keep it a secret to troll the others.(everyone's dying to know what he is).

He besties is KC Glow.

Kevin

Kevin is a quiet tired type but still has his bright loud moments.

Kevin is Swingy and KC Glows brother (Swingy by blood and KC Glow by Adoption).

He has social anxiety hard core, Especially when he first joined the band, He actually only joined cause of his brothers but after the first show, he felt confident with his brothers by his side.

Still has anxiety but not as bad as before thankfully

Likes that he doesn't have to sing or rap on camera lol.

Double K

He is chill and probably the most mature one of the group despite not being the oldest.

He is soft spoken and sometimes doesn't say much besides "Yep" or "No" (Big Mac ref lol).

He loves being a great help to the rest of the group even if he doesn't say much.

Blue GT

Blue GT is the type of guy to party all night and in the morning he just sleeps until he can do it all over again(he hasn't but will if given the chance lmao).

He's rich but doesn't flex about it that much, he only likes to party mostly then anything else.

Despite loving to go to a rave club he would be let down if people started smoking and would leave cause he can't stand the smell(sensitive to certain smells).

MJ 182

He is the chaotic one lol, definitely has bitten a few people before and will do it again.

Has told others that he isn't human before which isn't much of a surprise cause of his sharp fangs and eyes.

Legit shows off what he is with pride on his shirt(Alien lol).

He's a alien 100% (I blame @zankydraws lmao).

Loves cats so much lol.

Boom Fuzz

Definitely the tired angry gremlin that will eat your shirt sleeves when angry which is always.

Will play by his own rules with beatboxing and will make his own beat that doesn't really follow the rest of the band but somehow works anyway.

Has gotten in trouble for spray painting in famous places lol

Hates everyone....well besides KC Glow, no one knows how he got into the band to begin with or even became friends with them to begin with lol

ASAP Bee

Cool chill man that won't secretly kill you in your sleep if you insult him or his friends.....Or in general.

Had bees in his small bag lol or well bee theme stuff.

Oddly smells like honey,Blue GT loves the smell lol which would explain why they are friends lol.

Likes rolling his tongue randomly when he touches to troll others from rolling his R's.

M.O.G

The kind sweet gentle creature that loves making others happy.

Loves pie,apple,lime,cheese,berry, Pumpkin, etc.

Just a sillay emoji.

Arashi

I actually don't know much for him lol but um I guess he's the mascot of the group with a personality I guess lmao

Big Duke

The most chill one of the group complete and rare to anger or upset.

Had a calm deep voice but can change the pitch to a lighter one sometimes.

Is friends with everyone even if some (*cough cough* "Boom Fuzz" *cough*) don't like him.

He likes braiding his and others hair

Okay finally finished with part one lol so yippie

[trashlama]

Yan future mikey with a chubby reader beimg all cute and shit and then the crazy kicks in (I beg you for some future boys contest-hope you're oki bye)

Hmmmm fluffy and crazy? I think I can work with this~

Instead of the usual future Yan turtles where they're usually depicted in the apocalyptic future. This one will take place in the fixed timeline future. Sorry I suck at explaining things.

This is basically a mix between a one-shot/drabble/headcanon

Like I started with Headcanons became drabble/one shot.

Sorry for being so late on this! Last week was hectic between work and my personal life.

I could've probably proofread it some more but, I didn't.

Ahhhh I hope you guys like this!

Cause personally I feel like I could've done better/more but, I suck. Anyways—

Warning! This is pretty fluffy. Seek your dentist for any fluff related cavities.

Enjoy!

I do not own this meme just found it on Pinterest and thought it was funny.

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Mikey is such a good boyfriend.

A spontaneous ball of dorky energy the box turtle was artistic both in and out of the kitchen. His kindness did not discriminate. Good or bad typically, if the youngest Hamato could help it he would rather make peace not war.

It was something you liked about the orange clad mutant. Especially since he didn't mind your self-proclaimed defects.

You love adult ninja turtle you really do. However regardless the little voice in the back of your mind continued to plant seeds of doubt.

Was Michaelangelo satisfied with you?

You hadn't tried to express it often— but you had your trepidations about sharing your insecurities with anyone, even your boyfriend. You didn't want to be annoying.

These fears were silly, you knew this. Mikey loves you. The mystic mutant recited all the time how beautiful you are. To him apparently despite your self criticism you were a devine work of art. Love handles, pouches, wings, fupas— he adored them all. You didn't need to wear a size nine to fit in his heart.

It didn't matter. For all the reasons that the box turtle gave you for why you were a perfect match for him. The insecurities still sat there. Like a sunken stone at the bottom of the lake. It sitting there always. Forever.

Regularly wondering if Michelangelo really did prefer a ugly pumpkin to a picture perfect apple. Had it been a ruse? Was he just playin' the role of a good partner? Sayin' and doin' what you're supposed to tell a person you want to be intimate with.

Lately these polluting thoughts began to resurface again. Reanimated by the recent onslaught of teasing from some dumb college kids that were enrolled at the same University as you. A group of well-known douche-bags that you avoided like the plague on campus; but unfortunately shared a physics class with. The dumbass brigade like vultures, waited for opportunities to feed their fragile masculinities. Receiving petty pleasure from belittling any flawed individuals that crossed their starving gazes. Ravishing in whatever responses they could elicite.

For the better part of the first semester of third-year physics you had somehow managed to go undetected by said frat squad. Camouflaged in fluffy sweaters and poofy joggers had aided you in being incognito for the first nine weeks but, now the weather was changing. Spring has finally come and has gifted you the middle finger. As temperatures fluctuated so did your wardrobe.

You hated the warmer months just for this reason.

The months of hiding your jiggling stretch marked shame behind winter attire has come to an end. Forcing your hand with high temps to make you wear thinner layers. Baggy jeans and big shirts were your new seasonal battle armor. Unlike your impenetrable winter suit, the spring set was far more vulnerable. The thinner layers and lack of long sleeves basically painted a bullseye on you that the frat group gladly shot at on a daily basis. In spite of your countless efforts to starve the scavengers; the group of boys still hurt you. Conceal don't feel, you certainly didn't let it show. Their poking fun at your voluptuous figure and big tits were nothing new. Nor the endless questioning of your innocence and intelligence. It was just another schoolyard taunt that you didn't bother with a response.

Until you did. Maybe not vocally but the show of your shaky figure fleeing the classroom gave the gaggle of boys all the satisfaction they'd desired as their mocking laughter chasing you out as you retreated out into the university's hallway. Fleeing the campus without a second thought.

The crude harassment is why you were here traversing The Big Apple's sewers. Thanking whatever gods were present for the low water pressure in the channel that ran beneath the soles of your sneakers.

You hated being feeling weak like this but, instinctively your legs drove you to the Mad Dog's Lair. Not bothering to properly shove all your crap into your school bag when you fled the classroom. Doubting that your shit will still be there tomorrow knowing today's luck. But you didn't care. Couldn't be bothered to deal with any more of the relentless bullying nor your professors' chosen path of nativity to the problem. You needed a break.

Entering the base every inhabiting soul was asleep. Evident by the various snores that you passed as you b-lined to Mikey's chambers.

Surprising the mystic mutant with your unannounced visit as he awoke to your shadowy plump figure climbing into his hammock. To the twenty-five year old's shame due to the fact that he had initially missed the salty streaks that drenched your supple (skin tone) cheeks. Immediately noticing your state once you were laying in his bed. The suspended mat's natural physics pressed you into his colorfully decorated plastron.

" ......Hun? Aww sweet babie what's got my muse spillin' tears for? " Mikey cooed muscular moss green appendages like snakes slithered around your waist. Entrapping you in his tired but, strong embrace. Pressing your soft figure into his firm one. Embarrassment heated your tear drenched cheeks as you returned the squeeze. Shaking your head 'no' as you just laid it against his shoulder.

He understood you just needed a moment.

For a minute outside the occasional sob or gasp for air, no words were spoken between the two. The calmness of the dimly orange lite room and your boyfriend's secure embrace provided the elements to allow you to relax. Tip-toeing on the line of slumber, had it not been for Mikey's quiet humming that at some point filled in the background noise to kept you grounded.

Once he had you calmed down, Michaelangelo tried to approach the subject again. He didn't want to reignite your pain but, the thought of someone/something making you cry like this was unforgivable. Whoever did this was gonna pay dearly for the precious tears that beaded your pained (e/c) gaze.

The last two weeks he suspected something was up. You had been absent from your guys' weekly hangout sessions. Despite the obviously differing schedules you and Mikey typically tried to meet at least four times a week. Even if sometimes the encounter was brief. However lately you haven't been attending. Stating over texts how you needed space to work some things out. That had the orange clad Hamato pulling at his imaginary strands with worry. Head lost in a tizzy as he had pooled over what could've driven you away. At first he feared it was him. Something must've come to light.

Did you find his little makeshift shrine for you?

Perhaps you came across his favorite box of tokens he scrounged up from around your apartment?

Or did you finally capture footage of his unannounced nightly visits?

Maybe one of his brothers found or saw something and told you something they shouldn't have?

The never ending list had the moss green box turtle biting his nails. Waiting at the edge of his seat for anticipated ball to drop.

Although he didn't want to thank Gram Gram for his luck when you came sniffling into his quarters. It hurt the mutant when you cried. He wasn't gonna lie the breath of relief upon your arrival. His muse wasn't trying to leave him. For a moment there the mystic mutant had been worried he was going to have to help you remember how much you needed your devoted follower.

"...(Y/n)?....Sweetie, what's wrong?" Mikey began sitting up a little tugging you along with him as he maneuvered the two of you in a more comfortable position. With your face resting against his shoulder, legs thrown over his lap so you were sitting in it in a lounging manner. The moss green box turtle's hold not once loosening from around your full figure. "....You knooow...my ears are always open to listen." The orange coded ninja turtle hummed. Unmasked the warm grey eyes of Michaelangelo's lovingly bore into your soul. Traveling through glossy (e/c) gateways as they searched within you for answers that you wouldn't speak.

Your bottom lip trembled as a new spout of tears ran down your flushed (skin tone) cheeks at his words. Easily hiding your face in the crook of the mutant's jugular. Taking a moment before answering. " I'm sorry for being a bother... I just had a bad day. " You answered quietly. Not necessarily eager to delve into the issue.

Aww his poor babie. However it wasn't the answer he was looking for. It looks like he's gonna have to go through them again. At least this time he was just looking not altering any of your memories. He needed to know what was wrong. He needed his divinity happy and if she wasn't happy— well Mikey wasn't happy.

Sporting his signature gapped tooth grin Mikey began the process.

First it began with focusing his energy. Preparing to start the spell.. It worked perfectly last time. It should be just as successful again. "Shhhh... It's okay babie..." The mutated Hamato hushed.

"..It's all good... I understand... you just need a little guidance...".

With your face hidden you neglected to notice his illuminated three digit grasp leaving your waist. "...let Dr. Delicate Touch help you~" the box turtle concluded as he pressed his glowing three digit right hand into the left side of your forehead. In an instant a bright shine of light blotched out your vision. Right before everything went black. Knocking you out before you could asset the situation.

To any onlooker what he was doing was wrong. An invasion of your privacy which he shouldn't be prying into. However the box turtle preferred to look at it from a more positive perspective.

He was helping you!

The mystic turtle knew you had a hard time expressing your feelings.

Although you didn't say it Michelangelo knew you had a hard time expressing feelings. A bad habit leftover from surviving your formative years. It's okay though. He'll help you.

To any onlooker would say what the youngest Hamato . What he was doing was wrong, inhumane but, Mikey preferred to look at it from a different less negative perspective. He was helping!

You just needed a little fixing. Then you'll be just like new again.

As he sorted through your most recent short term memories the orange color coded ninja turtle kept in mind he couldn't dabble with them too long. He was on a clock dictated by the amount of stamina he's able to input into a single spell. As of right now? Not too much. Especially if he wants to make quick work of whatever issue stood in between him and (y/n) time. The offense will not be tolerated by whomever the perpetrator.

Shifting through the chains that connected the linear timeline in your mind Michaelangelo found the issue. A group of fraternity brats who didn't have any manners. Bastards thought they had the right to defame his muse? His very own David?(That's a reference to one of the renaissance artist's works).

They had to be dealt with.

Like a candle in the wind the group was snuffed out in a single night.

Upon the arrival of the new day you awoke to find yourself back at home in your dingy apartment with no exact clue of how you got back there.

In the faded ripples of your mind you tried to fill in the blanks of the how's and when's. When did you leave the lair? How did you make it back to your apartment? Especially when the last thing you recalled was sniffling in your boyfriend's arms. You must've fallen asleep and gotten up at some point and just don't remember.

Probably was just too tired to re-call anything.

Getting up from the warm sanctuary of your bed sheets you ambled around the apartment to begin your morning routine. Throwing together a bowl of cereal and a coke before scuttling into the living room. Placing your meager feast down onto the coffee table momentarily as you shuffled through your pockets to find your phone.

A few months ago you lost the remote to your tv and unfortunately as a broke ass college student making minimum wage you didn't have the funds to purchase a new TV remote. Instead like every other millennial you download the app. Cheaper than trying to get a new remote. Quicker too.

Tapping awake your screen delivered a mountain of notifications.

Inside the group chat that you were a part of for your physics class was blowing up. Investigating further just left you in shock. Swiping through the populating messages, you discovered the bullies who had been preying on you and your classmates were missing. Somehow all five of them were gone within a night without a single trace.

With the disappearance not being a full twenty-four hours yet the police wasn't taking the matter seriously. Claiming probably just some fraternity shit. Meanwhile the university's faculty wasted no time on morning the frats possie's passing. Sending their cookie-cutter condolences and offering their typical therapy sessions for anyone close to the victims.

What a waste. Although they were assholes they were young assholes who hadn't yet got the chance to live their lives. Make mistakes and learn from them. How unfortunate.

Backing out of the chat your phone buzzed with a new message from Mikey. The afro mentioned adult box turtle was inquiring about how you were doing today and if you wanted to hangout later? Your mutated boyfriend even going as far as decorating the message in emoji hearts and puppy dog stickers.

As of late you haven't been up for hanging out with the twenty-five year old orange clad Hamato. Mucky feelings and overwhelming thoughts clouded your head. Upon seeing the previously mentioned messages about the vultures in your life being gone you felt oddly relieved about their disappearance. Although revolted with your passive reaction you somehow is still able to keep it down. Every time you thought of Michaelangelo the negative feelings and bad memories would keep fading farther and father away.

It was like all it took was a night's rest (and some brain spring cleaning) and everything was back to normal. With a small smile you replied with "I'm doin' good" and "yes" on his invitation.

Next thing you knew it you were spiraling down a rabbit hole of back to back texting like it was the beginning of your guys relationship.

Back then when your best friend had ghosted you. Mikey had been there for you like this then too. Always so supportive. He really was such a good person.

Aren't you lucky that you have such a good boyfriend like Mikey?

[wolftheidioticfan]

IT WAS WAY TOO MUCH TO DO EVERYONE AT ONCE I JUST DID CHANCE'S CHARTS. IF YOU WANT OTHER CHARTS ASK FOR THEM. Anyways Chance's charts + generally the bosses....sorta. explained.

Boss relevance in ooorrder of Chance meeting them (all during story. I can talk about after story stuff later.)

EOC (eyeball object head humanoid guy in au :) ): Sore loser, originally showed up to scout out who Chance was since he sensed her in the world. Kicked the everloving shit out of her unprepared ass. Later summoned by her to fight since the Guide told her that in order to get stronger, this was a good start. LOST (SOMEHOW???) and became extremely bitter and a sore loser. Kept challenging Chance to duels to 'train' her himself. If he trained her, THEN he could justify losing. (Maybe likes her. maybe sends messengers to watch after her. Only a little.)

Pumpking: PUMPKIN MOON ISN'T PRE HARDMODE- alas, with the power of Extremely Unprepared Dumb Protag Disease...Chance got ahold of a medallion and accidentally summoned the pumpkin moon. Pumpking (often nicknamed King) decided to have fun with this new world, and after scaring the shit out of Chance, revealed that the towering multifaced jack-o-lantern...was just a disguise. A trick. He's actually no more than 3 feet tall. Then she didn't take him seriously and he may have killed her...seven times over. Huh, immortal. A hero? Hm. Hollowed out a dead mourning wood and decided to live around their town. Utterly annoying! Provides very little help if anything. Loves scaring the npcs.

Slime King (and the ninja) (still a fat slime): Accidentally summoned during a slime rain, very confused. No idea where it was and stumbled around for a while until Chance separated it from the Ninja. Slime King mostly is okay with Chance, but he also decided uhh this end of the world stuff is kind of Too Serious and stays out of it. The Ninja, however, helps EOC train Chance and is a total bud to her.

BOC (object head. very kingly. very weird): Met when Chance stumbled juuust a little too far into the Crimson while exploring. Chance, completely unprepared predictably died. But in shock, was not made apart of this hateful crimson world. Why is that? Eventually defeated with a lot of effort and told about the 'balance', and a cult trying to mechanically create a world ending disaster. Sigh. Assimilating this world would have to wait. Fine. He likes Chance, they challenge him in a way other things don't. She is. Scared shitless of this giant brain but appreciates his wit. If only he'd stop fighting with the EOW.

EOW (still a big worm <3): Met shortly after BOC's defeat and showed up to mock him. She was ALSO shortly defeated for threatening to eat up Chance's little town. Annoyed by this. But also doesn't want to just let something ELSE corrupt and destroy the world she'd been eating away at. Fine. Suppose we are 'allies' (mostly so she can hang around and annoy her rival)

Queen Bee (anthro bee lady!!): Defender of the jungle, protector of her kingdom of bees- Not dealing with an annoying human and her need to destroy half the jungle to 'save the world'. Kicked Chance to the curb around 3 times before settling on a deal. Chance would be more careful, replant more, and she would offer some weaponry.

Skeletron: A living cursed guardian aiming to protect the dungeon and keep its secrets. Not much for talking, but clearly sentient. After defeat (with the help of the Queen Bee's beenades), he mostly just...disappeared. Strange.

WOF: The Consumer, the bearer of the world's evil. The Guide's sacrifice to help Chance reveal the rest of the world, make it stronger and deadlier to brace herself for what was to come.

Queen Slime (still a funny fairy slime): Appeared after the Hallow was released to the world. Friendly, offered a lot of help should Chance prove herself more. It was a simple sparring, and she helped hunt down rarer ores and offered miniture slime mounts to make things easier (it didn't, but Chance won't say that to her)

The Twins (not mech in this <3 same as EOC): The EOC's younger, much louder and annoying brothers. They adored Chance (in only the way two guys who like to shoot you with lasers and bite you for fun can!) and love bothering her all the time. This whole thing is more of a joke to them than serious. Chance...Doesn't know what to do with them, honestly. They are pranksters and somehow even annoy King. How is that possible?

Skeletron Prime: N/A. A mechanical version of Skeletron brought forth by the cultists as distraction. Used later for parts.

Destroyer (big worm into a funny robot man): Also created by the cultists as distraction, but after being broken down, revealed some sentience and pain. Chance, feeling bad for the creature, took its 'brain' and parts and fashioned a new body for it. As thanks, it helps build for the town and provides defense for the NPCs while she's away.

Plantera (anthro plant): ...Awokened from too much destruction of nature. It seemed Chance never learned her lesson on breaking things you should not and awoke a bloodthirsty, rage filled plant. After defeat, Plantera mostly hangs around the jungle, replanting and defending it from anything that is deemed a threat. ...Even Chance, even after being defeated. They do not get along. The plant is too headstrong and insistent on being able to do everything herself in here after all. Always tells the terraforming 'hero' to piss off. Chance is...so tired.

Golem: N/A ancient machine the cultists activated to do destruction, but it had valuable loot and Chance thought it might have to do with their main plan and thus was destroyed.

Duke Fishron (anthro pig fish :): Who is this stuck up ass pig that showed up in town? Apparently, the Twins had to do with destroying his underwater home, so he demanded to stay here Or else. (chance found out that What Else was a lot of tornadoes and attacking. Of course). Selfish greedy guy, but a big brute and defensive of his new home. It works out. Chance just. Stays out of the way.

EOL: thought to be the very being that brought Chance here to this world, but it's merely a rumor. Upon capturing a beautiful little butterfly, it transformed into the empress, whom was impressed with Chance's perseverance. But, in order to gain enough power to defeat the Moonlord, her mettle would be tested. She is motherly, often chastising or keeping others out of danger around town. Truly believes in the 'Champion' of the world.

Lunatic Cultist: Forgotten his name long ago, it's hard to even tell if the mask isn't just his face at this point. Reviving the moonlord in search of wisdom, destruction, and his own way of returning balance. Turn all to ash and start from scratch. Little did he know, Moonlord would only aim to kill everything until nothing was left. Not just the 'plagues', but everything else as well. Bad natured, grumpy, and over all not well. Definitely saw some power he was Not Supposed to. Chance doesn't get this asshole's deal. Are You Kidding. YOU'RE bringing the danger, not fixing it.

Moonlord: Unknowable. Metal and Flesh. brought forth from cosmos not understood to rend this world and many others. Pure destruction and hate without reason. The thing that must be killed for good in order to keep this world and all others alive.

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

ok so here's why throwing Fae Lore into spn makes a revival/continuation possible

Here's the setup:

-"Blurrywife" is a Faerie, specifically a malevolent/vampiric one, definitely a Succubus type. The mimes are her human thralls, hence why they don't act like normal vampires.

-Baby, yes the car, is ALSO a Faerie, specifically a kind of shapeshifter called a Pooka. John captured her in the early 80s, and, being John Winchester, never told his kids about this.

-Chuck Won. duh???

-Jack is, and was always destined to be, the next Jack O' The Lantern, and after Chuck threw his flaming corpse out Heaven, he's been ruling his own spoopy little candy-coated afterlife. pumpkin boi

Here's the timeline:

-Blurrywife & Mime Crew are kidnapping kids, likely for The Fae's 7-year tithe of souls to Hell (a thing that exists in the lore), when the Winchesters show up. Sam & Dean, as usual, have NO idea how to identify or fight Fae, and get their asses handed to them, with Dean falling to some weird Gaelic cold-iron magic fuckery (points to Blurrywife & crew for figuring out how to fight with iron despite being unable to touch it. 10/10 fuck these guys tho fr)

-Sam, alone and grieving, is an easy target and she picks him off before he even gets to the car, taking (something close to) Eileen's form and trapping him in a dreamscape, similar to how Djinn attack in spn.

-Sam, Dean AND Baby (there's def some Fae Drama going on there, yikes) have been stuck the Fae Realms for THREE YEARS as of Nov 2023.

-Dean and Baby escaped at some point, staying with Jack for a bit before running off to the 1970s like a dumbass and getting EVERYONE, including Jack and Bobby (why is Bobby even here??? HOW DID BOBBY'S GHOST GET STUCK IN THE FAE REALMS WHAT DID HE *DO*) recaptured.

-Sam has had it much worse, being drained to a white-haired husk of his former self and left for dead within a few days/months. DJ is half-faerie, raised in the fae realms, and could be 3 years old or 50, who knows. I don't like thinking abt how he happened.

-Here's the setup for the continuation:

Dean (fairly intact besides the cursed stab wound in his back) escapes with Sam (nearly dead, white-haired, displaying more or less the typical signs of someone who was taken & drained of life by The Fae) and stumbles into Charlie's safehouse. the Fae Arc can continue from this point, w Baby's true nature being revealed, Blurrywife as a major antagonist/BBEG, DJ going from possible threat -> clearly a well-meaning and very brave kid -> newest Winchester family member who Sam fully accepts as his son (plus s4-cas-esque moments as DJ tries to adapt to living on Earth. DJ ilysm but most cars aren't sentient and you can't bring your longbow to community college)

also Cas is still in The Empty, and Jack & Bobby are still captured, so that's some major plot points right there

Destiel is canon.

...anyway, this is all still pretty convoluted, but it allows for:

-15x20 to have been "not real" without being retconned

-DJ to exist without either setting the continuation ~30 yrs in the future (how would that work), or repeating spnwin's time-travel-kid-ex-machina (that's just not good writing I'm sry)

-spn finally doing something w The Fae (& related lore) besides one-off eps

-human!impala as main character

-explanations of weird shit in the finale (rebar, vamp-mimes, etc)

-collective fandom catharsis at Blurrywife's bitch ass

-the full horror potential of a faceless woman in a long dress standing ominously in the corner while time blurs forward around you and you age to death in five minutes

-some VERY fun metacommentary & crossover easter eggs if you use certain bits of Fae lore

-still works w my other big finale theory/revival idea/if-they-dont-do-this-i-will-be-so-pissed, which is the whole Deanmon 2.0 thing. but that's a post unto itself.

(also yes. making Blurrywife a djinn IS simpler and requires 0 new lore and makes perfect sense in canon. however, I hate how djinn are portrayed in spn. it feels vaguely racist and makes me uncomfy to write/read. so um that's why I didn't do that)

[night-raven-miscellany]

✨Was sitting in my room eating some sour gummy worms (one of my fave sweets) and then decided I wanted to make a silly one-off post about everyone's favorite sweet treats as a result. Because why not?

✨My only thing, though, is I cannot choose their favorite foods (simply bc most of my OCs favorite foods are already generally sweet [red bean mochi, shortbread cookies, caramels, almond bark, dark chocolate. Literally only Rusul and Izem are the exception lmao]).

🦐: Yuna's allergic to coconut, so there are quite a few candies that she DOESN'T like. However one of her favorite sweets to get is chewy fruit candies like Starburst or HiChew. Her particular favorite flavors are the mango and the grape ones, but she also likes the odd flavors you can find (like the drink flavor mix)

🎩: Lewis's favorite candy is probably something like those shoddy strawberry or butterscotch hard candies (mmmm granny candies). I think he'd be a big fan of Werther's maybe.

♌: Izem isn't a huge sweets kinda guy, and he absolutely HATES those prank sweets you can buy (think like. Beanboozled or those candied bugs that they sell in gift shops that sometimes people will get as a gag gift?). That being said, though, he does have a slightly soft spot for taffy. He will bitch and moan that it got stuck in his teeth if he eats it, but he will still be satisfied with it and won't say boo to receiving some as a gift.

🦜: Rusul LOOOOOVES anything fruit flavored. As such, I think he'd love a good chunk of candies. In particular, though, he loves getting those filled fruit gummies. Like the fruit snacks with the juice in them or fruit gushers. If offered one he would probably take it and bite into it so it exploded in the person's face. Maybe intentionally, maybe not, but all a bit silly.

🐁: Aside from caramels, there are very few sweets that James enjoys. Luckily, though, marshmallows are one of those very few. I think he secretly LOVES shopping right after Easter just so he can hoard peeps on sale.

🌙: what better for the Evil Overlord's second favorite sweet other than candy corn and mellocreme pumpkins? Bro loves those Halloween candies so much. I think Casimir would be a STAUNCH candy corn defender when his peers start talking around Halloween about whether or not those kinds of things are good or not.

🩺: Heinrich was a little hard to think of something right off the bat, but I think he would really like. Chic-a-sticks or any other kind of dehydrated coconut candy. Unfortunately, he can't keep either those OR his top favorite sweet (almond bark) in his office (student allergies), BUT he does keep a bunch of lollipops and/or smarties in there, which he also doesn't dislike too much.

Taglist bc I forgot this last time:

(once again pls lmk if u want to be added to/removed from being tagged in stupid posts like this rip)

@bubblin-trouble @nrc-asteryn-crew

[beck-hartman]

Beck didn't know how to fix it because he couldn't undo what had been done. On some level, he knew part of her reaction was from all the trauma. You should leave. He hadn't meant to give her a reason to feel like he would be better off if he did, so maybe that was at the root of what he was apologizing for. Because he wasn't. He had never been better off without her.

Her hand coming over his, taking it from her side and wrapping it in her own, stilled the world again. He would fight if she was going to push him away again, but he really didn't want that battle. He'd been through that already, and it hadn't worked out in his favor. "It shouldn't have been in there to catch you off-guard, and I am sorry for that." It hadn't occurred to him to go through the pictures first and delete any, but now he realized that's exactly what he should have done.

No one had ever come close to her, which had been a terrifying thought at certain points in the last eight years when he wasn't sure she'd ever come back to him. He'd felt a mixed sense of peace and pain thinking she was happy somewhere because that's all he wanted for her. If it wasn't with him, he still just wanted her to be happy.

However, he understood her reaction. Seeing her touch that finger at the Beach Bash, realizing what it meant, he hated the guy who had put a ring there....even before he knew he had good reason. He hadn't been surprised she got married because who wouldn't marry her if he got the chance? It hadn't made seeing the proof any easier.

Using the hand she held to bring her fingers to his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss there as her eyes returned to his. And just like she promised, she started talking. He immediately wanted to jump in that she had nothing to be jealous of, but he stopped himself and let her get everything out first. If she was going to talk to him, let them work it out together, he was going to listen to every word.

She moved to face him, a better position to have a conversation. It may not have been one either wanted to have today--or ever--but they needed it. Her hand found his cheek, and his came to her waist. "Baby, I'm so desperately in love with you," he repeated the words back to her before he ever refuted any of her other fears. It started there and ended there. His love, his heart, his soul belonged to her.

"You always had a claim," he said softly, "but there's no comparison. She's great, we had a lot in common, sure, but you're you. So, alright, let's do this. What's in your column?: A Pumpkin Spice problem, watches scary movies with me even when she'd rather watch Hocus Pocus, used to be shy but still had enough boldness to color on the paper of the hyperactive kid who sat next to her, so stubborn that same kid had to make up a million stories and distractions to keep her out of her car which wasn't hard to do because he really wanted her to stay. Tried to play it cool about prom but really wanted to go because it was a normal high school experience, and she didn't get enough normal. Let me teach her how to surf, cliff jumped with me after I did it first, loves my sisters like they were her own, stands up to bullies, opened a flower shop to make other people feel as happy as she does when she gets flowers, is warm and kind and brave...should I keep going? Because I can. I really haven't even started."

Taking her hand that held his and placing it over his heart, he added, "this belongs to you. Always has. So tell me what you're feeling, and we're work through it together. Because if you're going to compare, I'll tell you how it ends, you win. You were the only one meant for me."

Shosh's eyes remained locked on her fingers as he answered. She wasn't mad at him, not at all. He had done nothing wrong. It was just...she felt so fragile. As if any sudden movements, even of her eyes, would cause her to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. She was insecure, unable to stop thinking about all the ways that woman was probably better than her, better suited to Beck than her. She was a surfer who loved to travel, just like Beck. And Shoshanna was just a lost little girl. She had been lost since the day she was born.

More than anything, Shosh was mad at herself. This reaction she was having just went to prove how selfish she was. All Beck had wanted to do was share part of his life with her, show her some of his favorite memories, and here she was - ruining them. She was being unfair, hypocritical, and irrational. And she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself from feeling inadequate. She wasn't good enough for him, and she knew that, too.

He'd probably be better off with this other woman than he was with her. Shosh came with so much drama, always had. From her abandonment problems to her trauma from Frank, she was a lot to deal with and she knew that. But, Paloma...Shoshanna didn't know her, didn't know her life story, but she seemed carefree from the picture. She seemed...light. And Shosh just felt so heavy.

But when Beck apologized and reached out to touch her, she heard nothing but pain in his voice. Ultimately, that was what snapped her out of her pathetic little pity party. She had hurt him terribly once, and she never wanted to cause him pain again. If she could do anything to be better for him, to deserve him, it would be that. She was disgusted with herself. So she removed his hand from her side, only so she could hold it in hers. And as hard as it felt, as raw as she was, she turned to face him.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Beck. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just...it caught me off guard." Maybe if she had asked him more questions about their time apart, she wouldn't have been so shaken. It's not that she hadn't ever thought about it, she just didn't think it would do them any good to rehash those types of things. Of course he had been with other women, she had expected him to. Had thought about that when she was still in New York, wondered if he was holding someone else's body close to his as she was curled up in her own bed, unable to sleep.

No, even if she had known he was seeing someone during this trip, she probably still would have had the same visceral reaction to seeing picture proof of it. He most likely wouldn't have responded well to seeing a picture of her and Frank, either. Not just because of what Frank had done to her, but also because it simply hurt to see someone you love with someone else.

Shosh sighed, looking down once more before meeting his eyes again. They would work through it together, that was what she had promised him. That meant she had to share what was going on in her head, what she was feeling...even if she really didn't want to. "I love you," She said, wanting to reaffirm to him that this didn't change how she felt about him. "I just...I'm jealous, Beck. And I know I have no right to be, I know I had no claim over you at this point. But I can't stop thinking about - I keep comparing myself to her. I'm not being fair to you, though, and I'm sorry about that."

"It surprised me, and it was hard to see that. I didn't mean to freak you out, I'm just feeling...a lot right now. Mostly things I shouldn't feel, but things that I'm feeling anyways." Most importantly, she wanted to get one point across to him. Scooting around to face him better, Shosh placed one hand on his cheek. "I am so desperately in love with you."

[luvghostie]

ೃ⁀➷𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

𝘎𝘕 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 + 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦

The air was crisp, clinging ever so gently to the breeze that swept the night. Kids running up and down the street, people handing out candy, and houses booming with music. It was All Hollows’ Eve. The celebration is observed in many countries on 31 October. People dress up, carve pumpkins, trick or treat, and throw parties. However, there are always a select few whom don't celebrate.

You were at a house party with your two other friends. Each member of the trio was doing something different. One was drinking rather hard, the other was starting fights, and you were sitting on the front porch alone.

House parties weren't exactly your thing. The loud music and sexual gestures weren't exciting to you. Rather, you'd love to stay at home handing out candies. You were still dressed up, of course. You sported a very nice witch costume, not the usual mole-faced one. This time you added... spice. Regardless, No amount of catcalling and drunk people could change your Halloween spirit.

You dug through some candy you snatched from the party. Twix, Snickers, Hershey's, you had all kinds of goodies. Each piece reminded you of a special moment in your childhood. You still recall the first time you ate candy. The sugary snack was something you loved since and craved since the day.

Before you could decide what you wanted you felt uneasy. Like, something or someone was watching you. Looking around the lonely porch you spotted someone in the distance. They were approaching the house with what looked to be... A garbage bag? You tried not to think about the person too much. After all, you were at a house party. Maybe he lived here or knew these people somehow.

The air blew harder sending a chill throughout your body. “Damn, why does it have to be so cold?” you asked yourself, clinging to the little warmth you had left. Fall was amazing to you however, just like any season it has its downs. Sickness and coldness, are two things you hated feeling and getting during this time of year.

Sudden creeks startled you from your thoughts. Someone was going up the stairs nearing you. Looking over to your left you see, a clown. His nose was pointy and long, his outfit black and white, and how could you forget the little hat that rested on his head.

“Oh,” you said, jumping slightly. You didn't expect to see someone with such a good costume here. Little alone a clown. Collecting your thoughts again you smiled at the man. “Sorry, you scared me. I really like your costume though.”

The man's eye moved to yours, a grin spreading on his pale face. He pointed at himself giving a “are you talking to me?” kind of expression. Giggling you nodded your head in agreement. “Yes, you, no one here has a cool costume like that!” you stated, pointing towards the closed door leading inside.

His eyes moved to the door and back to yours. You expected him to say something. Whether that be a thank you or screw off, you thought something would be let out. He instead bowed to you as if you were of high class. That's never happened to you but coming from this guy, it felt sweet.

As he raised up his hand started to reach into one of his pockets. He searched in there for a few seconds soon bringing out a piece of paper. You were confused, to say the least. That is until you received the paper from the clown.

“Art,” you said aloud, now wanting an answer to this word. “What does that mean?” you questioned him looking back up. He simply pointed to himself giving you the missing piece. “that's your name?” he lifted his thumbs up signifying your first guess was correct. “I'm y/n, nice to meet you, Art.” you reached your hand out to formally greet him for the first time. Art's hand clasped around yours, shaking it ever so gently.

Something about him felt familiar. Something felt, off. You pushed whatever that feeling was down and took this as an opportunity. “Well, Art, would you like to go get our Halloween spirit on?” you questioned. Art's eyes gleamed as he answered your request with actions. You could already feel this was the start of an amazing friendship.

[scaredshadowsswap]

Alright everyone, every SCP researcher/doctor/agent I can think of off the top of my head and what their favorite flowers are based purely on vibes.

I don’t imagine Clef being particularly fond of receiving flowers. However, he’ll sure as hell give them, and I think he’d have a surprising amount of knowledge on flower language. If he had to pick one, he’d like red poppies.

Kondraki likes sunflowers. I feel like they would have sentimental value, and they’re also super tall so it’s the most worthy of the flowers in comparison to him.

Kondraki Jr respects the love of sunflowers, but likes daisies as long as they’re natural colors.

James Talloran likes pumpkin blossoms. An odd choice, but it’s the flower he pays the most attention to when he sees it.

Gears would probably like something that is easy to take care of, considering he’s busy all the time, but also something traditional. My guess: Moss rose.

Bright: Bright is eccentric, orchids. Hard to maintain, and every time he gets one, it dies shortly after, but they’re fancy while they last.

Glass: Glass would probably say it’s lavender because lavender is pretty soothing to people (More uses than just 049!), and honestly that could be correct. Glass is definitely a play-it-safe person, but to be honest, I think he likes white lilies.

Iceberg: Someone so cold just happens to have the personality of a guy who likes daffodils, but he’d be offended if you gave him some. His masculinity seems a tad fragile.

Strelnikov: White Egret (The flower, not the bird). It’s cool, looks like the bird, and more importantly, native to Russia. I don’t know how he’d react to receiving flowers in general, but if you handed him a flower from eastern Russia, I think he’d be impressed.

King: Orange blossoms. Simple, beautiful, and in contrast to apple blossoms which he despises.

Rights: I don’t know a whole lot about Rights, but stargazer lily feels right, so I’m not gonna question it.

Light: Saguaro, but mostly because it’s attached to a cactus. I think Light would definitely have a cactus on her desk.

Diogenes seems like a tulip person. I hesitate to say that because tulips can seem kind of basic, but tulips also seem like a cornerstone flower that anyone can rely on, which is kinda how I feel about Diogenes. I don’t think they’d like crazy flowers.

Trebuchet: Crocus. Again, based off vibes. Trebuchet is no-nonsense, and I feel like this kind of goes along with this? Also, Crocuses are not tall. I think Trebuchet hates tree blossoms or flowers that grow on bushes.

I feel like Crow would appreciate flowers more than most on this list, tbh. I think he’d like snapdragons. Safe for dogs to be around, and the fact that they grow in bunches makes them easy for him to carry.

Feel free to let me know if I missed anyone, I’ll probably do a separate list for SCPs

[staygoldwriting]

Hello there, hope you are feeling good today 💜

So, I did some thinking (surprising) and I decided that Steve is not book smart but people smart. Like, I am sure he is not even aware of how good he is at reading people (Vicky example) or sometimes he just doesn't have enough knowledge on things to read them properly (robin example) but I think that's why he is such a great Babysitter™ - teens are hard to get along with and he does that really well. Anyway I would like to request a fic with Steve where the reader listens to him talking about someone and how he thinks they feel or something like that and she calls him smart and Steve is just, shocked to say the least. Hope it's not too much have a great day or night! (Don't know your time)

Hi!! I am feeling well today, but very tired! I played in the rain for the first time in a while 💕 I hope you're well too, and that this fic makes you happy! As always, I had a blast writing it 🤗 Please show love and support, friends!! ❤️✨

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff, meeting the parents trope, romantic Steve x reader

For @maltinonka 😘

🤔 Real Genius

“Okay, so remember that my dad likes football but hates baseball. If my mom offers seconds, always say yes, but take small portions because she’ll keep offering throughout the night, and she thinks it’s rude if you take too much. And also, my brother may or may not be nice, he’s sort of picky like that, and he’s heard a lot about you from the kids at Hawkins High, so just-”

“Y/N,” Steve said, turning to you and holding your hands. “I promise you that everything is going to be just fine. Don’t forget that I am a multi-talented and charismatic being,” he boasted, making you groan.

“Steve, seriously!”

“I understand, baby, and I’ll take this seriously, I swear. But I don’t want you all nervous and stuff,” he said, wiggling your arms around, making you giggle. He kissed your forehead gently, then walked up to your parents’ front door. When Steve knocked, your younger brother, Patrick, opened the door.

“So, meet the parents night,” he said dryly, looking Steve up and down. 

“Hey, man, I’m Steve,” he said, nodding to your brother.

“Patrick. Come in. Don’t forget to take your shoes off.”

“Hello, brother,” you teased, giving him a small hug, which he returned. 

“Y/N, hi, sweetie!” your mom said as she walked into the living room. “And you must be Steve, hello!” she exclaimed, pulling Steve into a hug. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. L/N, you have a lovely home” he smiled, then winked at you. 

“Oh, you are too kind! Y/N, your father is out on the deck finishing up the grilling,” your mom said sweetly, gesturing to the door. You two walked out to see your dad singing loudly to his music as he flipped burgers.

“Hi, Dad,” you said, startling him.

“Oh! Hey there, pumpkin,” he smiled, then looked at Steve. “And who is this strapping young man?”

“I’m Steve Harrington, sir, your daughter’s boyfriend,” he said, offering his hand to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington,” your dad grinned. “Do you grill?”

“I do every once in a while,” Steve smiled. 

“Good for you! I can’t convince ol’ Patrick to learn. He prefers to listen to music and draw. Not like my tunes though! He listens to that new heavy stuff.”

“I have a friend who listens to that music, he’s a good guy,” Steve encouraged. 

“It’s always given me the heebie jeebies,” your dad shuddered, making Steve chuckle. 

-🤔-

As you all settled on the deck to eat, you all had normal conversation. Steve was right-- everything was flowing pretty smoothly, and your anxiety soon melted away. You did, however, feel bad for Patrick; every single one of your dad’s comments might as well have been “I wish Steve were my son instead of Patrick!” Everything about Steve was what your dad envisioned as the “perfect guy.” Little did your dad know, Patrick was sinking.

“So, Patrick, your dad says you like metal music?” Steve asked suddenly, making Patrick look up in surprise.

“Uh, yeah? I’m guessing you don’t,” Patrick muttered.

“I don’t usually, but my friend Eddie does, and he plays some stuff for me. Like, actually though. He’s in a band. And he’s pretty good, I like the songs his band plays.”

“What do they play?” Patrick asked, his voice and posture perking up.

“Well, Eddie’s favorite is Black Sabbath, but they also play Scorpions, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Mötley Crüe, stuff like that.” 

“I like Iron Maiden,” Patrick said.

“I haven’t heard much of their stuff, but I guess my favorite would be ‘Run to the Hills’. What about you?”

“It’s um, ‘Rime of the Ancient Mariner’.”

“Woah, that’s a commitment! I’m sorry, but I had to cut Eddie off on that one,” Steve chuckled. “Have you ever drawn scenes from it?”

“Yeah, actually, I have,” Patrick smiled.

“I didn’t know that, honey,” your mom said quietly but happily.

“I’ve seen them,” you commented. “They’re really good. I’m sure Steve would love to see them, Patrick.”

“Would you?” Patrick asked excitedly.

“You bet I would!” Steve grinned. “I suck at drawing, so it’s nice to see some decent talent once in a while.”

“Hey, I draw you pictures all the time!” you argued, play-hitting Steve’s arm.

“I rest my case,” Steve smirked at Patrick, who was looking as giddy as ever. 

-🤔-

After dinner, Patrick showed Steve all his drawings, and Steve commented on every single one, asking questions and showing lots of interest. Some of the drawings were paired with songs, so you and Steve sat on Patrick’s bed as he played them, giving you both a slideshow with his drawings. Neither of the boy’s smiles faded, and by the end of the evening, Patrick had gained a new, not to mention incredibly unlikely, friend.

“Thank you for everything, Mr. and Mrs. L/N. The food was delicious and the company was wonderful. It’s been a pleasure meeting you both. You too, Patrick,” he said, mussing up Patrick’s hair. 

“It was our pleasure, Steve, you are welcome back anytime,” your mom said, giving you both hugs. “I’m very happy Y/N has chosen you to be her boyfriend.”

“I guess same here,” Patrick smirked. “But only if you take me to a Corroded Coffin gig!”

“It’s 18 and over kiddo, so you’ll have to wait for next month’s show,” you said.

“Dude, it’s gonna be your 18th birthday next month?” Steve exclaimed. “Oh, that’s our plan, you, me, Y/N, we’ll go to Eddie’s gig and then we’ll have pizza and cake after, it’ll be a blast! You’ll love Eddie, right, Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” you smiled. “Whatya think, Patrick?”

“Are you guys serious? That sounds like the best birthday ever!” Patrick said, giving you a tight hug. He hesitated as he looked at Steve.

“Bring it in,” Steve smirked as he patted Patrick’s back.

“Well, we’re off. I love you guys,” you said, and walked out with Steve.

-🤔-

“I can’t believe you,” you said, kissing Steve as you got in the car.

“I told you, I’m a genius with parents.”

“No, with Patrick! I couldn’t believe how well you two connected.”

“He’s a cool kid,” Steve smiled. “And I could tell by the way he acted at first that he thought I was still some no-good varsity guy, so I had to prove him wrong. And I could tell that he and your dad aren’t the best of friends, but it’s only because, if I may say so, your dad hasn’t taken the time to get to know him. Your dad doesn’t realize that being a guy involves stuff he doesn’t do, which I totally get, when I have kids, I’d love to have a mini me, but if they’re different like Patrick, they should know it's alright. Patrick is a great kid, and I don’t feel like he’s told that often. I mean, did you see how he lit up when I mentioned metal music? He’s not standoffish, he’s just a kid who’s dying to share his interests, but he doesn’t know enough people who are interested in them!”

“You, Steve Harrington, are so, so smart,” you said, kissing his cheek tenderly.

“What?” he chuckled. “I’m not smart at all. You’re the smart one, Miss College.”

“Steve, you met my brother for the first time today, and within two hours, you’ve got him hugging you and sharing his hobbies and passions with you. He shared more with you today than he’s shared with me in his life.”

“Well, sure, he’s an easy guy to read,” Steve shrugged.

“No, he’s not. Baby, you’re incredibly emotionally intelligent. I can’t remember the last time you didn’t understand how I felt or I had to tell you what I needed. You are amazing at reading people!”

“Well, gosh, thanks!” Steve smiled. “I’m really flattered, thank you for saying that,” he said, kissing your hand. 

“Of course, and I’m sorry I haven’t said it before,” you replied. “You’re the best.”

Steve tapped the wheel a bit and smiled to himself. At a stoplight, he turned to you suddenly with an incredulous smile. 

“You really think I’m smart?”

“Brilliant.”

Steve smiled to himself and continued driving. He laughed to himself a couple times, clearly feeling very giddy. 

“You know, you should tell Keith you think I’m smart. I always tell him I deserve a promotion because I can just look at someone and know what movie they’d like. If he heard it from you, he’d believe you.”

“Next time I’m there, I’ll definitely tell him, but don’t waste all your time on dinguses like him,” you smirked.

“Yeah, I’m too smart for him,” Steve said triumphantly. “But you should also tell Henderson. Knock him down a level, let him know he’s not always the smarter one.”

“I will be sure to tell him,” you smiled, then leaned over to kiss Steve’s cheek. “I love you, my genius.”

“I love you too.”

💜

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[moralina]

Season of the Witch | JJ Maybank x reader

Prompts: “It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” and “Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.”

It's for @ijustreallylovethem 's Halloween writing challenge!

*english is not my first language

A/n: I loved writing for this challenge! I hope i did an okay job lol

Warnings: swearing and a quick mention of blood and bones, it also stopped making sense halfway through lol

Wc: 1.9k

You weren't supposed to be here.

Last night Kiara invited you to the Halloween party some people from the cut were throwing, it was going to be at an abandoned house and according to Kiara, everyone was going. You told her you couldn't because you had a history test that week and your parents wouldn't let you out.

You were lying. You just didn't want to come. Usually, you enjoyed parties, even if it was just to sit there and watch everyone have fun, having the pogues to talk was enough. But lately, you've been exhausted. You had to search for a job to help your parents at home, and you haven't had a good night of sleep since.

Not to mention you weren't the biggest Halloween fan. You enjoyed the candies and decorated houses. However, horror movies were not your thing, neither were the pranks JJ liked to pull on you during halloween week.

When you said you weren't coming, Kiara went in search of your weakness. JJ. He could ask you anything and you'd happily oblige. It was that annoying smile on his face that you loved so much. How could you say no to that?

Now, here you were. Freezing because you thought your pumpkin sweater would be enough - apparently, it wasn't - and almost sleeping on the old - and dusty - couch.

"Y/n Y/n Y/n!" JJ came running your way "you need to see this!" he grabbed your hand, attempting to pull you from the couch. you didn't move "come on!" he exclaimed, jumping in front of you.

"what is it I need to see?"

"if you get your lazy ass up I'll show you." You rolled your eyes but stood up to follow him.

Maybe it'd bring some fun to this tedious night.

You both made your way through the crowd. Everyone was wearing some type of costume, even if it was just a simple devil's horn, but you were impressed with the people who went all out and came with complete costumes.

Moments ago a guy with a bee costume tried to hit on you. It worked as good entertainment for a few minutes.

JJ on the other hand wasn't wearing a costume, I mean, he said he came as John B, but it didn't count, he only threw one of jb's shirts on.

You weren't wearing a costume either.

"where are we going JJ?" you whined

"wait..." you passed through some people hooking up on a very very old table, you scrunched up your face, but kept walking "here"

He stopped in front of a door. It was painted red and brought a bad feeling, making chills run up your spine.

"what's in there?" you quietly asked

"the basement" he made an oooh sound and you eyed him questionably.

"I'm not going in there"

"yes, you are"

"no, no I'm not" you hated basements, and on a Halloween night? even more. you've watched - because JJ made you - too many horror movies to know that that's how you die.

Once, as a kid, you got trapped in your aunt's basement. It was a hot summer day and your cousins decided to play hide and seek. You were the youngest and they rarely invited you to play so when they asked you immediately said yes.

You ended up locked in the dark basement for three hours until an adult got home.

Now, when you think back to that day, you can't believe how innocent you were.

"C'mon, y/n/n!" he whined while grabbing your left arm and shaking it. You stood still "you're no fun, you know that?"

"yep" you popped the p.

JJ did his famous puppy dog eyes.

"Jesus" you rolled your eyes "why do you want me to go down there huh?"

"I already told you."

"No, you did not."

"Just- come with me and you'll see."

"Is this some kind of prank?" You eye him suspiciously.

"No, babe, I swear to god!" He tugged on your arm "c'mon!"

"Okay okay" a satisfied smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He smirked.

"You better." You replied, patting his left shoulder, waiting patiently as he slowly opened the door. "What're you doing?"

"Suspense" he whispered moving his free hand randomly in the air, fully opening the door.

Going down the stairs was a nightmare for you. Were you really becoming one of the stupid characters that go towards the danger?

"Tadah" JJ said after turning the light on, his arms opened and a smile on his face.

"What am I supposed to see here?" You questioned, looking around.

"How blind are you?" He said before holding both sides of your face in his hands and turning your head towards the far corner of the room.

Your eyes wined before you spoke, "what the hell is that?"

"Probably a..." he paused "satanic ritual happened here" he whispered in your ear, making you roll your eyes again, although deep inside your soul was shaking in fear.

"Ha. Ha. Super funny, J." you scrunched up your nose "I know you put that in there"

"No, I did not" he feigned offense.

"So who did it?"

He took a second to think "a witch!" He exclaimed.

You weren't going to say it out loud but it freaked you out.

You cautiously eyed the weird stuff on the ground. Some bones, probably fake - at least you hope so - a creepy doll with buttons on its eyes - he most definitely got that idea from Coraline, the movie you watched together and was enough to make you unable to sleep alone for a whole week.

It was so obvious just JJ trying to scare you, only the rational part of your brain wasn't working properly.

Inside your head, your brain was screaming for you to run.

You're not the bravest person. A shadow is enough to scare you. And JJ knew that, that's why you won't tell him you're scared. That's probably what he wants. His Halloween prank wouldn't work.

Not this time.

Suddenly, the lights went off and the door shut closed, causing you to let out the loudest scream of your life.

"JJ! JJ this is not funny!" you closed your eyes and didn't dare move an inch, scared you might trip into a monster.

Of course, it wouldn't happen, still, it's not like you can think clearly right now. Your thoughts were running wild and you felt like crying, there was enough stress in your life already.

You should've stayed home.

"Boo!" and you screamed again, jumping and then tripping on your feet, stumbling back and going straight to the floor.

And then, you heard JJ laughing.

"you're an asshole!" you heard him walk somewhere, a couple of seconds of silence, apart from JJ trying to hold his laugh, and finally, the lights were on again.

"Oh c'mon! It's Halloween, everyone is entitled to one good scare," he smirked.

You were still on the floor, giving him a death glare "by the end of tonight you'll be girlfriendless."

"what?! But I didn't do anything wrong!" he moved his hand to his chest feigning innocence.

Your face contorted into one of annoyance but, it soon went away. feigning nonchalance, you stood up, turning your back to JJ and going towards the stairs, far away from your boyfriend and the weird witch stuff.

"Watch your back, Maybank." You said in the most threatening way possible. JJ only scoffed, a smirk still evident on his lips.

You made your way up the stairs, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, however, it didn't happen.

The door was locked.

"Open the door." You demanded

"I don't have the keys"

"You what?"

"I. Don't. Have-"

"Okay okay, I get it" you sighed "tell JB or Pope or whoever you got into this stupid prank to open the door" he only shrugged his shoulders. On any other day, you and JJ would be all over each other, unfortunately, your mood wasn't the best right now, so it wouldn't happen.

"Don't know what you're talking about." You huffed, annoyed at your boyfriend. He knew you weren't in the Halloween spirit, and he still went on with this.

You turned around, back facing the door, both your hands in your hips and you eyed JJ deep in his soul.

A staring contest.

You were the best at it. You and JJ had a rule, the moment one of you disagreed on something or got into a stupid argument and were tired of arguing you'd start a staring contest. Obviously, you only did it in not serious situations.

It was almost two minutes and your eyes were burning, this time you were going to lose, and JJ noticed how you were struggling to keep your eyes open, smirking with satisfaction.

You looked down at his lips and blinked

"AHA you lost!" JJ screamed in victory, his smile super big on his face. You also grinned, not being able to hold your annoyed face for too long. JJ was just too good at making you smile, his smile being enough to change your whole mood. You rolled your eyes at it, still smiling.

Fuck this boy and his cute smile.

"I love you sweets but, you lost." His hands in the air "and I won." A silence set itself around the room "Maybe we could...?" he gazed at the couch.

"Nope" you answered, knowing exactly what he was implying.

"Please?!" He pouted

"No" you shook your head

"Why not?" He whined

"Keep talking and I'll cut your tong off"

"You won't, you love my tong too much." he winked and you tried to hold your laugh back to no avail.

"Shut up." you waved him off, still unable to hide the obvious grin.

After a while in silence - you still on the stairs and JJ lying on the couch - you see JJ pull something out of his pocket.

Taking a better glance at it, you realized it was his phone.

"What?" JJ jumped at your loud voice "you had your phone the whole time?!"

"Yeah"

You angrily stood up and went towards him, trying to snatch the phone from his hands, he quickly turned around, keeping his phone between him and the couch.

You began to scratch and pull his arm, but he wasn't faltering.

"JJ," you said lowly "JJ JJ JJ JJ JJ-" he only hummed. "JJ, please! Call someone."

"Can't," he shook his head "there's no signal here." His face still on his phone and his body covering what he was doing. "Weird right?"

"Lie!" You exclaimed, "I saw you using google." You pointed at his phone, he rolled his eyes "what were you doing?"

“I was Googling sex spells.” you gave him a straight face "What? Want to make something out of this so unexpected situation," he said, smirking.

"J, call someone."

"You're no fun"

"yeah yeah, you already said that" you smiled softly "now will you please call someone, baby?" You attempted once again, doing the sweetest voice you could.

"I'm not sure..."

"Then I won't give you the surprise I had planned for tonight... after the party"

"Kie!" He yelled, running towards the stairs "You can open the door now."

Before you could get to the door he put himself in your way. His lips on a pout and asked

"Forgive with a kiss?"

"I'll think about that, Maybank." You patted his shoulder, finally making your way out of the basement.

A/n: I love JJ, and like I have good ideas for him, I just don't know how to execute them well lol anyways, hope it was worth the read :) if you enjoyed please consider leaving a like and reblogging 💙

[thechaosmuses]

Well I got maybe five hours of sleep- my brother decided to message me and wake me up, going off about a post I shared on Facebook four days ago (I’ll explain and say what the post was under the cut)- so now I’m too pissed to sleep and even if I could those guys are back working at the house next to ours 🙃 I’m definitely in a mood today so if anyone wants angst or my more “moody” muses lemme know-

(I’m not gonna be using anyones actual name, I’ll come up with nicknames or some shit)

Okay so a little quick backstory before I say what the post was; so in 2020 I met this girl through mutual friends at a little “party” said friends were having. It was around this time of year and we all loved Halloween so we made a plan to get together at Megan’s house to carve pumpkins and drink apple cider. Flash forward a bit and I’m the only person who shows up to our little pumpkin carving get together. The two of us hit it off more and shortly after that we start hanging out like basically everyday- I got along great with her daughter and I got on pretty good with her boyfriend and all of her pets so it was great. We had a lot in common and we were both stoners; and that’s how we get to the next part of this story..

So, my brother sells weed- and Megan’s plug that she had was out or out of town or something, I can’t remember now but I basically told her about my brother and she started buying from him instead. Now they also started talking on Snapchat and I know what y’all are thinking, I should’ve known something was up. But here’s the thing y’all- my brother openly talked about how he thought she was attractive- however this girl would constantly put my brother down, say mean shit about him, call him annoying and clingy for snapping her all the time- and I just laughed and shit because my brother and I have a very rocky relationship, and she knew that because I’d talk to her about the shit he does and says to me. She never said anything super bad but just made it seem like she was genuinely annoyed by him-

So flash forward to the summer of 2021, Megan and I are barely talking at this point and my brother is now claiming he hates her, and all kinds of other shit- basically neither of them like each other anymore (even though Megan claimed she never really did) But one day she just kinda stopped talking and inviting me to hangout and I’ve lost so many friends that at this point I’m just unphased by this shit. But still, I tried to talk to her- my parents were planning my little brother and sisters birthday party, and because she has a daughter that likes to play with my sister I figured I’d ask if she wanted to come- but I know my brother has been bitching lately about Megan so I told my Mom when I was in the car with her that if her and her daughter came Bub needed to keep his mouth shut (my mom literally says this to me at every family function as if I’m usually the one who causes drama- plot twist; I’m not) And it's been so long now I can't remember exactly how the conversation went but I do know that she ended up telling me that Megan and my brother had been sleeping together. But that at that point they had stopped, hence the hostility of my brother- Ultimately I did end up inviting her to the party beforehand however she never even opened my message so it is what it is; I removed her on all socials like 3 days later so.. Now I was pissed, and still am honestly. At Megan, at my brother and honestly a little bit at my Mom too because both those women knew how my brother and I's relationship is and something like this has just made me dislike him even more. I also found out from my Mom that they were still sleeping together this year back in like March but they conveniently stopped around the time Megan and her boyfriend got engaged.

So here we are today- I shared a post on Facebook four days ago now that said (it was in all caps though) "I never seen a Pisces cheat 🧐" and so me being me and having the sense of humor I do, I shared it and said "One of my ex best friends literally cheated on her partner with my brother so like 🥴😅” (should’ve said in the post other people too but I didn’t; she fully admitted to sleeping/cheating with another friends brother so looking back I really should’ve seen this coming but I digress) And I think it’s important to note that I no longer have Megan or her now fiancé on my Facebook- and my brother also isn’t listed as my brother though I’m sure everyone knows who he is cause we have the same last name however I don’t give a rats ass 🤷🏻‍♀️ Especially after everything he’s done to me- Also the post got no likes or comments so I’m not totally sure anyone really even saw it.

Anyways, my brother screenshotted the post and messaged me going off about it- trying to compare him and Megan to me and this one guy I messed around with, who granted was friends with him but 1) they weren’t very close (whereas Megan and I were) and 2) he knew about it the entire time so it’s not like we were going behind his back (it’s also a mistake and a part of my life I’d rather not bring up as I was pretty manic at the time; which was partially because of my brother and his friends but I’m not gonna get into that rn) Also I think it’s important to note that I’ve always been the “black sheep” of my family, and I got bullied a lot so making friends for me is super fucking hard. Whereas my brother has a whole long ass list of friends, some he’s closer to and others he’s not. So, I was going back and forth with him for a couple minutes when I just decided to end this torment and take the post down to get him to shut his mouth when he decided to tell me, “Never post nun like that again.” And if anyone knows anything about me, I hate being told what to do; especially if it’s coming from someone two years younger than me that’s my fucking brother, not my boss. So now the post is staying up, and I told him he better not test me cause next time I’ll tag both him and her and we’ll see what happens then🤷🏻‍♀️

If you read this thing entirely; thank you and I’m honestly sorry- I just really needed to rant about this because it’s 11:34 now but it was like 10:40 when he messaged me and woke me up, and I went to bed at like 5am so I’ve had maybe 5 hours of sleep and I won’t be getting anymore today because of his ass and these house workers 🙃

[franki-lew-yo]

The Romantic (2009, R, Gothic Fantasy/Horror), aka the most forgotten animated film in the world

What if I told you there was a movie under serious threat of becoming lost media with no clear reason as to WHY it's been lost other than no one has apparently watched it besides me and a few people on Reddit? What if I told you that movie wasn't half bad and would no doubt have some interest peeked if anyone DID know about it?

The name of that movie is The Romantic.

It was released in 2009 and it's Rated R for nudity and sex scenes [insert Robbie Rotten meme here], though none of it too graphic. It was a pet project created by animator Michael P. Heneghan, originally starting as a flash project for his animation class before he expanded it into a feature film. The film was inspired by movies such as The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, but what I see every time I look at it is a touch of Jhonen Vasquez, Tim Burton, and Roman Dirge- the guy behind Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl. It's flash animation especially remind me of the puppet-rigged toons of the 2000s (again like Salad Fingers or Lenore). It's not bad, it's just not inherently 'feature film' quality flash, nor is it exceptionally artistic like Sita Sings the Blues in it's simplicity. Like, really, if you happen to find this thing it's not the worst animated project at all it's just amateur for a professional production. I've seen worse flash movies. Heck, if The Romantic were released in separate parts on youtube or Newgrounds as a series (ala Homestuck) I'm sure it would have been really successful and totally in it's element. But it wasn't.

Because next to no one has seen it and I'm lucky to have not only ever seen it when it was available for free but have also found it recently (hush hush, I ain't telling you how) I'm going to actually give you all a plot synopsis under the cut. There will be some details I leave out and I think I've spelled some characters names wrong. It's a bit of a surrealist film as well, so you might need some things explained.

Spoilers ahead:

The Romantic is set in an autumnal, surrealist world inhabited by humans and monsters and ruled by three gods; Po the goddess of love; Pik the god of Hate; and Pjorrc the god of time though Pjorrc was made to live inside a pumpkin moon as everything he touched rabidly aged and died.

((Tapestry art featuring the main three gods of the film.))

A young man (called “Romance” or “The Romantic” by the other characters) performs a bull sacrifice in order to summon Abbledepopa, the unseen creator of the other gods and ‘storyteller’ of the world. The sacrifice does not conjure Abbledepopa but, when Romance spares a monster that was ready to eat him, the monster tells him of a profit named Patience. Patience is a foul-mouthed dwarf living alone with an army of babies who points Romance in the direction of Po.

((Romance outside of Patience's house.))

Romance wants the god’s help because he has fallen out of love with his girlfriend. Po grants him his desire and restores his love only for Romance to return home and find his girlfriend with another man. Blinded by heartache and rage, Romance kills her. He then swears vengeance on the gods for ‘making’ him do it. In the midst of this vow, a corrupt prophet called Fat Daddy kills the queen of Vauxhaul (Romance's home) and her guards, and forges a new body for his newborn son with their bodies. Fat Daddy rallies the townsfolk behind him in supposedly finding the Queen’s murder into follow a new religion called "The Poetic End".

((Romance (right) besides the monster he spared at the beginning of the movie.))

Patience accompanies Romance on his quest and tells him to take Po’s mask, which hides her true face, once he kills her. Romance buys Po’s trust by weaving her a tapestry that tells her story: in the dawn of time Po and Pjorrc were in love. However, Pjorrc gradually became distant and Po became resentful when their daughter, Love, earned Po's original title as the god of romance and love.

In the present day, Romance sleeps with Po for over a year before finally killing her and taking her mask. He and Patience return to his home of Vauxhul only to be chased out by Fat Daddy’s personal army. They flee to Marshallton, the town nearest to the god Pik.

((Romance's hometown of Vauxhul. ))

The king of Marshallton, King Crookie, tells Romance of a prophecy he, Patience, Fat Daddy and all the gods are a part of and that the world is soon to change. Romance then fights and successfully kills Pik when he shows the god of hate his reflection in a mirror King Crookie gave him, but not before losing his hand to Pik.

When Romance comes down the mountain he learns from Patience that nine years have passed since his fight with Pik began. Patience reveals to Romance what Pik saw in the mirror that allowed Romance to take the killing blow; after Love had grown up and married, Po asked Pik to tell her where her husband was always running off to. Pik reluctantly revealed Pjorrc was disguising himself as a human and married a mortal woman. Po found Pjorrc and his pregnant second wife, forcing Pjorrc to leave his human family behind, but not before asking his wife to name their son “Patience”. In retaliation for his treachery, Po proceeded to sleep with fifty men and produce the fifty bastard children in Patience’s house.

((Fat Daddy, the main villain.))

Marshallton and the entire rest of the world has fallen to the rule of Fat Daddy, who captures Romance and Patience. Fat Daddy tortures Patience into telling him how to get to Pjorrc but is unable to convince Romance to take part in his ‘new world’ or give him Po’s mask. Romance and Patience escape and leave the village to be torn apart by the fifty babies Po had, now transformed into veracious monsters after Patience didn’t feed them for the past ten years. Romance confronts Patience when he realizes the latter is Pjorrc’s son. Patience calls Romance out on his mantra of vengeance and points out that all his decisions are his own, not the gods, and instructs him to seek Love herself in Po’s basement. Patience then attempts to confront Pjorrc but is cornered and killed by Fat Daddy before he can do so.

In Po’s basement, Romance finds Love nailed to a wall, her face torn off and half eaten by her deformed husband. Love tells Romance that Po ripped off her daughter’s face in rage over Pjorrc’s infidelity and Pjorrc did not intervene fast enough. Po then threw Love into her basement, turned Love’s husband into a monster, and wore her daughter’s face as a mask - which Romance had broken into pieces moments ago after Patience had shown him his face in King Crookie’s mirror. Romance then finds Pjorrc hanging himself. As he dies, Pjorrc tells Romance to take the hand Fat Daddy had cut off and sew it onto himself, which will in turn help Romance defeat Abbledepopa.

Romance traverses the wasteland and does not find Abbledepopa, but instead a golden loom. Having seen all the destruction he and others had caused, Romance sits upon the loom and accepts his fate as the new ‘storyteller’ of the world, as he begins weaving a new one...

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I mentioned before the animation quality of the film and why maybe that caused people to overlook it. The only other thing I could complain about on a technical level with The Romantic is it's sound design. Some of the voices and music is a little too quiet and so all these key details I had to go through the film a few times to really piece together. But that leads me to the thing I like about this movie and I'm sure others would to: the lore.

It's very hard to create a new fantasy world w it's own customs, religions, history and rules out of the blue as any YA Harry Potter/Hunger Games ripoff book could tell you. The Romantic is so unique in how it handles the pantheon and culture of these three gods and their kin; really only four or five characters throughout the entire story aren't connected to the gods or prophecy in some way, as there's the main three gods, Abbeldepappa, and the prophets Patience, Love and Fat Daddy, who make up your main cast besides Romance. There's a lot that's intentionally left unexplained and other info that must be explained, like Pjorrc and Po's marriage and Romance's feelings towards the gods, if we want to understand the former. The movie is paced pretty well and knows when to follow up on what, it's just that again some of those animation and editting shortcomings might make it hard to understand...but I don't think THAT hard. Look, if someone can enjoy Starchaser: The Legend of Orin or even better surrealist world-building films ((Fantastic Planet comes to mind)), then I say there's no reason The Romantic wouldn't have a following. There's no other way I can articulate why and what doesn't work about the story except just to recommend you watch it yourselves, but before I get into that I want to talk themes...because I love the themes and tone of The Romantic.

I revisited The Romantic a week before I made myself watch Centaurworld and The Owl House for the first time...and what a week that was~! The Romantic has the vibe of those kinds of shows along with Adventure Time and Infinity Train ((so I hear, I haven't watched the latter)). It's surreal and you'll only marvel at 'woooah wut an acid trip' for so long before you get into the vibe of the universe. It also reminded me substantially of the Broadway musical Hadestown and not just because this movie is also a self-contained, somewhat self aware fable about the relationships between humans and gods - it's very raw in how the characters talk. It's very emotional and blunt in how kind and how cruel they can be, and it doesn't make excuses or really worships any one of them. Romance himself is the world's most likable Incel: he murders a woman he thought he needed to love and blames his emotions on the gods of those passions...except the gods AREN'T the manifestations of love, time, and hate - they simply dictate and oversee it in the lives of men. It's a dynamic I really like in religious works where Gods are powerful but not all knowing or puppet masters to everyone's design- they have morality too and there is only so much you can blame and get from them.

"You made your gods into excuses and your excuses into gods!"

-Patience. This here is a cool quote. I like this quote.

No matter what, The Romantic is not gonna be a film for everyone. We all have our tastes - I think I'm drawn to it and accepting because I've come to love these kind of worlds that used to keep me up at night - these trippy 70s inspired fantasy landscapes given a whole Avatar: The Last Airbender degree of worldbuilding and character worth. It also doesn't feel exploitive in it's violence, it's sexuality, it's grimmness - it doesn't feel like it's trying to hard or going over the top because it happens to be an adult animated film, something that I love in movies like 9 or Hair High but really turns me off in stuff like Sausage Party or Wizards. Whatever go watch The Romantic...

if you can.

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When I first saw this film in 2016 it was actually very accessible and was even uploaded to youtube by the creator himself. I don't know WHAT happened to Michael P. Heneghan, but simply put, the man's disappeared...like...REALLY disappeared.

Lookit his IMDB. He has The Romantic and a wapping two other projects to his name. His Twitter isn't very helpful either. He last updated in early 2020 and he says next to nothing about The Romantic. It's so odd that he would one day be happy with the film enough to host it on Vimeo and Youtube but then just cop out.

According to a Reddit user: "On Valentines Day 2011, Heneghan released the film for free online through all kinds of platforms including direct download, bittorrent, Vimeo, and even directly through Archive.org. He even joked about releasing a 300 gig uncompressed version.

I know I watched it on Vimeo probably as recently as 2016. Now I can't find it anywhere. The website is dead, the Vimeo video went private, even the archive.org version has been taken down. It really looks like he wanted to wipe it off the face of the internet. His newer website mentions it, but again, the Vimeo link is dead and even that website is closed for business."

It's weeeird. What happened Michael?

And yes, obviously, other people worked on the movie.

No - I can't find out anything about them either.

I'm betting on three theories at the moment: 1) this film is an SCP or some Candle Cove weirdness with only me and a handful of people ANYWHERE remembering it, 2) something weird is going on w Michael Heneghan and it involves too something about this film. It was a scam or a scheme or a hidden agenda weirdness, 3) Heneghan's doing okay he just doesn't like this film anymore and wants it hidden while he takes a break.

Look, I get it Michael! What was once our life's worth can become cringe as you improve as an artist - you're not the person making the stuff you were ten years ago...but you should still have the film kept alive somehow. Someway.

I'm seriously the only person to have ever made fan art of this movie on the internet. That just doesn't happen, and I don't think I like being in a fandom of one. The Romantic is a testament to the power of design and storytelling > animation quality itself. Too often I see people equate good animation with smooth animation, with a budget with squash and stretch. These animations are good but art is diverse and there's so many kinds of films out there, the value of the medium can't just be in one style/form. There's a lot of honestly wonderful pieces of art out there if you know where to look and you're willing to see where it leads you.

Don't let The Romantic be the most forgotten movie of all time. Reblog this post. Show it to your friends. PM the animation community reviewer people like Saberspark and someone who isn't Saberspark and smuggle them a copy.

Keep telling the story...

[upwards-descent]

Matcha

"Peppermint hot chocolate for Stacey? Peppermint hot chocolate for Stacey and an extra hot flat white for Shawn."

Peach scanned his eyes around the cafe. Of course he recognized the exact people who had ordered the drinks and of course they weren't moving an inch to claim their beverages. Typical. The flicker of frustration that made his tail puff out subtly was a good piece of evidence as to why he wasn't allowed to work the register. Oh well. He wasn't here for customer service anyways. He was here to make drinks.

"Hey, Peach," Alyssa called over her shoulder, jotting down another order on a cup. "We got an earl grey latte and an iced pumpkin spice latte coming up."

"On it!"

Sometimes Peach worried he'd gotten this job out of pity. He filled a cup most of the way with hot water and dunked in a tea bag. Two metal cups were filled with milk and promptly steamed. The owner knew his mother. Unfortunately, she knew Peach's entire situation. Fatherless from birth, his mother put in assisted living since he was five, a real sob story. When he was young, he and his mom were close. Calliope was a soft spoken woman with a heart of gold and a genius intellect. She was selfless, passionate, and would give the very clothes off her own back to anyone in need. She was also, however, delusional.

"Shit, Alyssa, your handwriting is so bad," Peach bemoaned, realizing he may have just wasted product. "Does this say soy milk or skim milk?"

"Soy milk. Sorry." Alyssa's expression flickered with annoyance.

Rather than apologize, knowing he'd just been an asshole, Peach went quiet, his ears laying flat against his skull. He dumped out the milk and grabbed the correct item from the mini fridge. Calliope was convinced Peach's father was not of Earth. She said he flew down on a space ship and swept her off her feet but had to leave to tend to unfinished business. As if. Peach knew the truth. She'd fucked some junkie and he flaked. Maybe he shot up radioactive waste and that was why he's the only known freakish cat-human hybrid. Maybe his family had latent superhuman DNA but instead of being able to fly or run faster than light, he was prone to fleas and jumped at loud noises. Once the milk was steamed, Peach added pumpkin spice syrup, honey, and cinnamon to the bottom of one cup. When the milk hit the sweeteners, it turned a funny orange color.

Peach tried not to hate his mother. She was sick. He knew she was a wonderful person, he had very fond memories of his childhood, but from adolescence onward was hell. The only person who supported him was himself. At least he could afford nice things now. His studio apartment was cheap since he lived in a rough part of town and he made enough money to fund his hobbies. He was a recluse so nothing was wasted on clubbing or socializing or whatever. Life was... Fine. It hurt sometimes but it was fine.

"Earl grey latte and iced PSL for Terri? Earl grey and pumpkin spice for Terri."

Sliding the drinks across the counter, Peach was relieved that the two previous ones were gone. He wiped down his station and turned to apologize to Alyssa when the front door jangled open.

Peach's jaw dropped.

The most handsome man he'd ever seen in his entire life walked in. He was built like a god and very little was left to the imagination. His thighs were like tree trunks, his arms like canons. While the hair all over his firm chest and soft belly was dark, what swooped off his scalp was a lovely salt and pepper. He had kind eyes and a dazzling smile. For a moment, Peach wondered why he was in cosplay in public on a Tuesday afternoon, only to realize the Adonis before him was a superhero.

Holy shit.

Scrambling over to the register, Peach swore under his breath when he accidentally bumped into Alyssa. She had venom in her eyes.

"I'm so so sorry," Peach hissed under his breath. "You get my share of tips today, please, I just. I NEED to talk to this guy."

Shockingly, Alyssa stepped back a little, still hovering, still cautious, but she shook her head and smiled. Peach grinned excitedly.

"Afternoon!" The man beamed, clasping his hands. "Super cute place you got here! Didn't even know you all existed."

"Welcome! We've been here for five years," Peach punched himself mentally. He reeled himself in and grinned wider. "How can we help you?"

"How's your matcha?" The man tapped his lips as he scoured the menu. "I haven't had a good matcha latte in a while."

Oh my god, this holy specimen was interested in his favorite drink? Peach found himself tripping over his own words and delighted gesticulating.

"Yes! Oh, I love matcha and we have GOOD matcha," Peach leaned far over the counter so he could point at the chalkboard. "If you like it plain, it's good, or we do it with strawberry milk or right now we're doing it with caramel for fall. I also like getting it with salted cold foam."

"All of those sound amazing," He absorbed his options, eyes dragging up and down. "The strawberry one sounded the best, a large, please."

"Hot or iced?" Alyssa piped up. She was a much better cashier.

"Iced, please. Thank you."

She typed in the order and he slipped a wad of bills into their cutesy piggy bank tip jar. Peach didn't even wait for Alyssa to write the order on a cup. He plucked one up and started working. As he steamed half the milk to help the matcha dissolve better, the man took in the rest of the cafe. Cuppa Charm was pretty damn cutesy, everything in soft colors and decorated like a children's bedroom. They offered oversized plushies to serve as drinking companions for solitary diners. You could lose your ass in the armchairs, they were so soft. It was Peach's paradise, really, and perfectly matched his aesthetic.

"Been working here for long?"

Peach put in considerable effort to tear his focus away from his task to address the man. He despised small talk, especially while he was working, but this man absolutely deserved his attention.

"Since we opened," He replied primly. "Since I was about 22."

"You get a lot of regulars?"

"Oh, I'm sure, I never really pay attention," The steamer hissed and Peach retrieved the milk. "I'm kinda more... Head down and work."

"I respect that," He smiled and Peach's heart fluttered. "Well if this is as delicious as you say, I may have to come back for more."

His cheeks were burning and he wondered if his pupils were as round and big as he expected. Based on the guy's little chuckle, they probably were. Spooning strawberry preserves into the cup, along with the matcha powder, Peach topped the drink off with more milk, popped on a lid, and gave it a vigorous swirl. Setting it down on the counter, he watched the man's reaction.

"Here's your drink, uhm."

"Silas," He smiled. He had dimples under his beard. Wow. "Nice to meet you, Peach."

"How did you--"

He glanced down. Right. Name tag.

"Cute name," Silas took a sip. Even with the lid, some greenish foam clung to his moustache. "I'll be coming back for sure, this is absolutely delish. You have a good one, yeah?"

He winked and Peach squeaked, watching him swagger right out the door. Alyssa watched the whole ordeal without hiding any surprise, her brows raised high and her smile splitting her face from ear to ear.

"I have... NEVER seen you crush on someone before," She gawked, giggling. "Is he your type?"

"How is he not everyone's type?!" Peach threw his arms out wide. "Wow! I don't think I've ever seen a more handsome man in my LIFE."

"Well lucky you he liked the drink," Alyssa snorted. "And lucky him you work full-time."

Peach leaned his hip against the counter, wiping down the same inch with a rag for a few minutes. He couldn't stop staring at the door, quietly hoping Silas would come right back.