#Never heard of him XDD

[leronboi]

They are each other's gifts :3

This is uhh a late Christmas thing... But I also started on this after Christmas sooo it was always gonna be late XD. This was based on a drawing I did long ago and was inspired to redraw it. And lemme just say that these fuckers are so fuckin cute 🥹

[grumpy-nyks]

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Agnes edition

Who would have thought? 🤭

Agnes "Nes" Sigrún 🌑RO: James Corvin

Personality: sincerity // cautious // friendly // merciful Traits: heart // compliance // believer Past affinity: writing [horror stories] Primary ability: empathetic impressions Past susceptibility: receptive

☀️Fernweh: She never really thought about leaving Fernweh… It was her place, near her family and friend(s). She felt good there and assumed she’s gonna spend her whole life happily in this little town. Even if Fernweh brings back devastating memories, she’s curious about what’s happening in Fernweh now, in her true home. It’s always been her dream to work in Turn The Page, and during her ‘short’ stay in Fernweh, she started thinking about it again. Why not stay for longer…? She would love to carry on her grandfather’s work and bring his legacy justice. 

☀️Grandpa Jóhann: When she was young, she had an amazing relationship with her grandpa. They were completely honest with each other, and she loved him wholeheartedly. Some people thought that making her grandpa proud was her main hobby. She used to tell him all about her dreams that she had, which were always wild... and also about the nightmares… It took her by surprise when her grandpa, one of the most important people in her life, started being less involved. She was hurt and began to wonder if she had done something to cause the distance between them. His decision to move her out of Fernweh so quickly after this tragic event made a huge impact on her mental state. She needed time to cope and be with her closest ones, especially her grandpa...but after all she didn't blame him. She often heard that she looked exactly like her mother…like her grandpa's daughter... She assumed he could not look at her, without thinking about her... And she could not blame him for wanting to escape that pain. Agnes knew it was the best thing that her grandpa could do for him, and she accepted it, too eagerly. She always too eagerly took the blame for everything.

☀️Beckett Warrick: After what happened in Fernweh after James she had even more trouble interacting with other people and making new friends… However, Beckett was an exception. He was the first person who got to truly know her after the events in Fernweh. When she got the letter about her Grandpa, she considered hiding the truth from him, because she knew deep down that he would be there for her if she needed him… even if he would not particularly enjoy it. It's a good thing she’s such a bad liar… Her main concern is about Beckett’s well-being. She noticed that this 'little' trip made a huge impact on him. He wasn’t supposed to be here, and it’s because of her that he–... She needs to make sure that nothing happens to her friend. And she will somehow manage to bring him back to his home.

☀️Reese Verner: They had an unconventional relationship. Reese saw her as a rival, while Agnes thought of him as a friend. She was confused about why Verner, someone of great importance, would even look at her see her as a rival. She knew there were better candidates for his games. She had only one question on her mind - “why?”. Despite Verner's playful teasing, Agnes always remained polite and friendly towards him, even when he attempted to push her boundaries. Girl knew how to keep her true feelings behind a warm smile she still does. If I can be completely honest… Agnes was rather shocked that Reese still remembered her… and was actually looking for her, which sounded so unbelievably. His concern for Milton's well-being made her see him in a slightly different light. Of course, she already knew Reese had a good heart, but his behaviour really touched her. Additionally, Agnes noticed that Reese and James’ relationship became stronger and deeper… It’s for the best. James deserves someone as dependable as Reese. He will always be there for James. 

☀️Sofia Dorran: Their bond was formed over a shared admiration for books and... the color blue. It may sound funny now, but these things became central to their lives and deepened their friendship. Sofia was the first person Agnes entrusted with her writing, and valued her honest feedback, knowing that Sofia would not make her feel bad if something needed improvement. They frequently borrowed books from each other's collections. Agnes yearned for the days when she and Sofia had reading sessions together, sipping on their favorite beverage. The only issue back then was when the book ended poorly or their library didn't have any new positions for them to read. She's willing to know how Sofia's taste toward books shifted (if shifted) and how she changed as a person. She's also extremely grateful because her grandfather received constant care from Sofia and her mother.

🌑James Corvin: …Do I really need to tell you that James was her first crush? And that she never found the courage to tell him so? maybe now will be the time? Agnes and James were always together, wherever one went the other followed. They were inseparable. Agnes even used to bake oatmeal cookies for James with her mother's help. They dreamed of their idyllic life together. As friends, obviously. Seeing him again after all those years was much harder than she anticipated. Agnes felt overwhelmed with stress from the moment she stepped out of her car. Every time she heard his surname, she unknowingly flinched. Her mind was full of questions about his well-being, life, and changes. She couldn't help but wonder if he would be happy to see her. …she did manage to hold his hand for a moment, I can consider it as a success

☀️Alex Corvin: Agnes has always looked up to Alex for their adventurous spirit and their willingness to embrace life to the fullest. She has always wanted to adopt a bit of Alex' wild side. Whenever they are around, boredom and dullness seem to disappear. They both share similar values and support each other's life goals. If I would say which person Agnes was the most willing to meet during her stay in Fernweh that would be Alex. She was confident in their friendliness towards everybody and was sure that their kindness had not wavered. Agnes was touched when she heard that Alex was looking after her grandfather's bookstore… It appears that Beckett has a new admirer, which Agnes wholeheartedly approves of.

☀️Mal: Agnes has a sense that Mal might be suspicious, but she is quite naive and doesn't believe that he could mean trouble. Although she is wary of him and finds him a little untrustworthy, Agnes believes in being kind to everyone, and she is willing to give Mal a chance, not judging him by her own impressions of him.

☀️Goldie: Agnes is grateful that her grandfather had a furry companion like Goldie, who probably managed to brighten his spirits. She fondly recalls how her grandfather would tell her stories when he once had a dog, when he was younger and how his eyes would light up with joy as he shared his story. Agnes is committed to taking excellent care of Goldie and ensuring her safety.

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Chapter 1: Roadside Help

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

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Word count: 6.9k.

WARNING: mentions of violence, nausea, blood, injuries, weapon and gun usage, a monster, and body horror.

Note: thank you for the likes and reblogs! Btw, this is the first time I write a character with a country accent, I apologize if it's horrible xdd

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‘Good evening, folks! Or is it morning? Well, either way, fantabulous of you to tune in at The New Wave Network, where we’re grooving no matter the time of day! It’s the 2nd of October and the clock strikes at 1:15 a.m. Hoo boy! We’re just a few weeks away from Halloween, so, let’s set the mood with Shadowplay’s new wicked song “The Graveyard Shift”. Have a listen, folks!’

As you step on the accelerator, pine and cedar trees zoom past your window and the outside world becomes a blur. You've been surrounded by greenery and nature for two hours now, and while it's been a pleasant sight at first, you're quickly becoming concerned as the scenery repeats itself. Your destination seems completely unreachable, almost non-existent.

When you woke up two days ago, you didn't expect to uproot your entire life and move halfway across the country for your job. It started when you arrived at the precinct that morning; a week earlier, rumors of a possible promotion in your unit had spread like wildfire, leaving your colleagues and friends suddenly on top of their game.

For example, Craig, who always had food stains on his shirt and an unshaven face, wore immaculate button-downs and slicked-back hair. Jack, who had always flipped the bird at your boss whenever the old man wanted something, now happily made his coffee and showered him with sickly sweet compliments.

You, on the other hand, were content with your position as a forensic scientist. That's not to say that the possibility of a better salary and even having your own office away from the row of wall-to-wall cubicles wasn't tempting, but you weren't exactly desperate for a change within the precinct. You were planning on moving sometime soon.

But that thought flew out the window as your boss immediately dragged you into his office and offered you the opportunity. But what the rumors didn't tell you was that it wasn't a promotion... you were being transferred to another precinct to fill an empty position and it offered better benefits, like a new house and a higher salary... though it was in the middle of nowhere.

It was a tempting offer, and you almost gave in when you were shown a picture of the beautiful house. But something kept nagging at you: the town. Gravity Falls? Never heard of it. Sure, you don't know every single place in the United States, but something about it told you to not take that chance.

When asked why you were chosen, your boss simply replied: “You’re the perfect candidate for this.” He didn't let you probe further into his answer but fervently insisted on hearing your verdict. He almost checked the "yes" box on the form until you physically stopped him.

“I’ll think about it,” that didn’t last long, because as soon as you exited the office and made a beeline to your cubicle, you ran into Jackson Murdock, an asshole who thought he was more important than the moon and who worriedly took far too much pleasure in pestering you, leaning against your desk and sneering that he would love to take said “opportunity”. 

So, without a moment’s thought, you turned right back around and shook your boss's clammy, wrinkled hand. His smile was rather off-putting as he handed you the paperwork.

And that's how you found yourself here, your entire life packed into a myriad of cardboard boxes shoved into your car as you drive through a darkly lit, foggy forest. You were supposed to arrive five hours earlier but ended up getting stuck in traffic due to a massive accident. 

The soft rock tune from the radio fills the quiet space as you tighten your grip on the steering wheel, desperate to stretch your legs. “Fucking hell, where are you, Gravity Falls?” as if on cue to your annoyed tone, you finally drive past a massive weathered billboard with the town's name accompanied by a: ‘Nothing to see here!’. 

“Finally,” you murmur in relief as exhaustion tugs at your eyes, the coffee from earlier did nothing to keep the sluggishness at bay. You lean forward, eyes squinting as your foot deftly shifts to gently press against the brakes, slowly decreasing the car's speed. The last thing you want right now is to miss a possible exit into town and end up deeper in the woods.

Speaking of which, you knew that Oregon was famous for its breathtaking scenery and gorgeous natural landscapes, but where the hell were you driving? Outside your window, the forest looked like something straight out of those recently popular horror movies that everyone in the precinct was talking about.

Tall, monster-like trees stretched far into the sky, their dense foliage and branches so intertwined that it was almost impossible for any of the moon's rays to penetrate through and illuminate the dirt road. Past the bare nature that forms a pathway, there is nothing to see, not even other trees, rocks, or signs of wildlife. It's completely pitch dark and dead.

Your stomach is in knots, perhaps from the lack of food or the scenery outside. Whatever it is, you need to get through this as soon as possible, because you're exhausted, and the less you're near this road, the better. You crank up the heat a little more and take a sip of the now-cold coffee that sits on the cup holder, as the engine of your car hums quietly climbing over a dirt hill, its dim headlights breaking through the thick fog.

But before you get very far, you come across a peculiar sight. Down the small hill, parked on the right between some large rocks, is an old, somewhat battered red pickup truck. Exaggerated clouds of thick smoke billow from the raised hood, and through your window you notice a pair of hands clutching some tools in a desperate attempt to repair the car.

Curious, you approach the vehicle and catch a glimpse of what you assume to be its owner, blowing away the gray clouds while coughing furiously, his small round glasses barely hanging from the tip of his nose and his green patterned shirt stained with grime. Your headlights cast a shadow on the car, and when the man hears the sound of your car’s engine, he lifts his head excitedly, but accidentally smacks his forehead against the hood.

You cringe at the image and watch as the poor man stumbles away from the truck, holding his head in pain as he almost falls to his knees. You feel sorry for the guy, not only did his car break down in the most eerie place possible, but it also happened in the middle of the night. Still, you remain cautious, silently reaching for the police-issued Taser tucked in the left pocket of your coat, which is haphazardly lying on the passenger seat on top of your purse.

Even though the man looks scrawny, and you assume that if he were to throw a punch it would only leave a nasty bruise, you can't help but think that he might want to inflict some harm on you. You've read countless files, back in the archival rooms of your old precinct, of victims who kindly stop to aid others only to be robbed or even murdered in return. 

Dazed, the man looks up in the distance at your car, and his eyes light up in pure relief at the sight but are quickly replaced with desperation as he furiously wails his arms around, silently begging you to stop. Meanwhile, you maneuver the vehicle to the side of the dirt road, harshly pulling on the hand brake as you swiftly attach the taser’s holster to your belt before quickly lowering your sweater to cover it. 

Cold, harsh air bites at your warm skin as you lower your window, making sure to keep your feet near the accelerator and your left hand on the hand brake to book it as soon as this man tries to do anything remotely suspicious. Soon, two shivering hands cling to your windowsill and you’re finally able to get a better look. You noticed that he clumsily cleaned his face and glasses using his sleeve. ‘He’s rather cute.’ 

“Yer a lifesaver! I’ve been sittin’ here for what feels like a whole eternity!” he exclaims in a thick country accent, giving you a closed-eyed smile as he shivers from the freezing wind. You make a small note of his fast speech and silently wonder if it’s the temperature or an underlying anxious habit. 

“No problem, what can I do to help?” you don't mean for your voice to sound so monotonous, but you're exhausted from the long drive and the eerie atmosphere isn't helping. The man removes his hands from your car, opting to shove them into his pants pockets as a puff of condensed breath escapes from his mouth, his back hunched at an awkward angle. “Do ya happen to have a lantern or somethin’ to light up this here mess? I just wanna see how bad this damage is.”

You decide not to blurt out that his car might be beyond repair, as you swear the thing will burst into flames in a matter of minutes. Instead, you wordlessly reach for the open cardboard box on the floor of the passenger seat, silently thanking yourself for putting your work stuff in the front, as you quickly find the lantern and hand it to him. “Careful, it’s an industrial flashlight so it might be a bit heavy.”

The man beams at your actions, his cold fingers gently brushing against yours as he takes the lantern from your grasp. “Thanks a bunch! Could ya give me a hand here and hold this light for me?” he asks rather cheerfully as you mull over your answer. Well, the faster he gets his car fixed the sooner you’ll be able to get home and sleep. 

After a few seconds of silence, you wordlessly nod before rolling up the window to preserve the little heat left inside and then turning the key on its side, your car ceasing its small vibrations as the motor shuts down. You don’t waste any more time as you grab your coat and kick the door open, immediately slipping on the warm attire as your teeth slightly chatter. ‘Fucking wind, why is it so cold? It’s not even winter, yet.’

The man has already made his way back to the pickup, and your tired eyes notice that the amount of smoke coming from under the hood has, thankfully, decreased. Taking wide strides, the dry leaves crunch underneath your boots as you quickly approach the man and gingerly slide your hand out of your pocket, your index pointing to the flashlight. 

He perks up at your presence, but when his gaze lands on your face, you notice in the dim light that a small blush adorns his pale cheeks.

He stares at you for a few seconds with a dumbfounded expression, and it's only when you clear your throat and jab your finger forward that he seems to snap out of it, clumsily handing you the lantern as he focuses on the car's motor. A rather awkward silence ensues as you simply shine the light on the battered machine and he quietly tinkers with it. You should ask him his name.

“So, what are you doing out here at such an hour?” you ask, holding back a yawn. The man doesn't look up from his work, but you notice a small, rather endearing smile on his lips. “Oh! Well, my college buddy moved out here about a month ago and was lookin' for a research partner. Asked if I'd help him out and here I am!” he remembers enthusiastically as he looks at you for a moment, quietly inquiring about your reasons for being here.

“I’m the new Chief of Police in Gravity Falls,” if he was about to try something, then perhaps mentioning your work would dissuade him from that thought. Instead, however, his eyes twinkle with what you assume is excitement as he gives you a broad smile. What a bizarre man. “Well, I reckon we'll be seein' each other a whole lot!”

Suddenly, as if processing his words, he pales at the implications of his sentence and stares at you, eyes wide. “N-Not like that! I’m a law abidin’ citizen, I-I swear! We ain’t doin’ anythin’ illegal!” his panicked reaction gets you to laugh out loud, the light slightly shaking in your grasp. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I get what you were trying to say,” as the laughter dies down, the two of you fall back into silence, but this time it is more comfortable.

Unfortunately, it doesn't take long for the man to let out a frustrated sigh as he runs a dirty hand through his caramel blond hair. “Darn it… radiator’s busted,” he mutters under his breath. He won't be able to start the truck tonight; he'll have to look for a spare part. But your conscience won’t allow you to leave him here, especially when you feel as if something might jump out of the bushes and attack you.

Yes, the forest is creepy, but you doubt it is plagued by cryptids. At most, some predators are lurking around.

You lean over to take a look at what's in his truck; there aren't many boxes or luggage stuffed in the back seats, and it seems like everything fits perfectly inside your car. “Hey, how far’s your friend’s house? I’ll take you there,” he perks up, a hopeful expression washing away the worries and stress of the broken car. “Really!? Oh, bless your soul! It should be ‘bout ten minutes from here.”

The man scurries off to put his tools away and pushes the hood shut before getting his luggage out. Meanwhile, you leave the right-hand door of the back seat open as you start to take some things from his hands, wanting to hurry the process as the cold has now seeped into your bones and you can't stop shivering. You think the cold will kill you before any imaginary monster can.

Soon, the man's truck is empty and locked, but just as you're about to climb into the driver's seat, he lets out a small gasp and rubs his hands roughly against his trousers before extending one to you with a polite smile. “My mama would give me a piece of her mind for bein’ so poorly mannered. I'm Fiddleford H. McGucket, pleased to meet ya.”

You return the greeting firmly, noting that his hand is calloused and freezing, as you reply curtly with your name. Fiddleford repeats it under his breath, testing to feel how it rolls off his tongue, but a strong gust of wind causes you both to rapidly let go of each other's hands as you hurry to get into your car.

You waste no time turning on the heater, both of you breathing a sigh of relief as the warmth relaxes your muscles and soothes your frozen skin. Soon the wheels are turning and the sight of Fiddleford's truck grows smaller and smaller as you make your way along the foggy road.

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The ride is peaceful as Fiddleford leads the conversation, telling you a few facts about himself before turning his attention to you, his dark eyes full of curiosity. You cringe a little, not meaning for your voice to be so flat and your responses to be curt, but you're still getting used to socializing and you're tired. You also don’t understand what’s so interesting about yourself. 

But Fiddleford doesn't seem to mind, enjoying the brief silences and conversations he has with you as he stares out the window. You also finally start to see some signs of civilization in the form of crude wooden signs haphazardly nailed into the trunks of trees, indicating how far the town is. After a few bumps in the road, Fiddleford pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolds it.

“Ok… so, when ya see that sign sayin’ we’re three kilometers from the entrance to Gravity Falls, turn left,” from your peripheral vision, you watch as he extends a finger and motions to the side. “Your friend lives quite far away from town,” as the words leave your mouth, you’re made painfully aware of the taser still strapped to your belt. You hope that Fiddleford didn’t trick you… you were starting to like him.

Thankfully, your comment seems to resonate with him as he turns to look at you with an excited expression. “Right!? Told’im the same thing! But he said the place was perfect ‘cause there’s a ‘large concentration of specimens’ or somethin’ like that. Gosh, what a pain s’going to be to go to the market every week,” you can help but quietly chuckle as he huffs in frustration, relief coursing through your body.

Soon the two of you return to your normal routine, and before you know it, you're turning your blinker on and maneuvering the steering wheel as the car begins to enter the man-made driveway. A few meters ahead, you see a bizarre A-shaped house with the lights on, and Fiddleford exclaims happily, "That's the house!" 

But just as you're about to step on the gas to start driving up the hill, a figure suddenly dashes out of the trees and you instantly hit the brakes, stopping the car just in time to avoid hitting the person standing a few inches from the hood. You and Fiddleford lurch forward as you gasp in shock, staring with wide eyes and fast-beating hearts at the scene ahead of you. 

You grip the steering wheel tightly, your knuckles turning white as you hold your breath from the momentary fear that quickly turns to worry. In front of you, a young boy, no more than 16 years old, stares blankly at the window like a deer caught in the headlights. His face is deathly pale, his cheeks sunken as his chest rises and falls at an increasingly rapid pace, puffs of white steam quickly condensing against the cold air. It’s almost invisible, but you notice he’s trembling either from the cold or fear.

But what makes your stomach fall is the state he’s in. Three long cuts decorate the lower part of his jaw, the blood around the wound is dried, he has a busted lip and a large bruise surrounds his left eye, you can see that he is having trouble keeping it open, perhaps it is already starting to swell. 

His blond hair is disheveled, mixed with twigs, leaves, and dirt. There are several cuts and other wounds on his neck and near his stomach, his shirt has four large gashes, although he does not appear to be bleeding in that area. But that does not explain the fact that his hands and part of his forearms are covered in dirt, moss, and a combination of fresh and dried blood.

From what you can see, he's wearing pajamas and doesn't appear to be armed or carrying any kind of weapon. Nevertheless, he appears to be in a state of hysteria and shock so any sort of rapid or sudden movement could lead to a violent reaction or you could scare him away. You must approach him with caution.

You get out of the car, taking care to open the door gently but quickly, not hearing Fiddleford's warning to wait. The sound of the door seems to wake the boy from his stupor, and as you expected, his face falls swiftly and he begins to back away, his body shaking uncontrollably. “Please… don’t hurt me,” his voice trembles, filled with panic as his eyes become crystalline, tears threatening to spill.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just worried, are you okay?” you stay put, making sure your tone is as gentle as possible to not alarm or scare him away. You notice that the atmosphere outside is deadly quiet, you can’t hear the singing of the crickets, much less the howling of the wind. ‘What the hell is going on!?’

“I need to know you’re human,” the boy demands in a shaky tone, having put a good distance between you and him. You raise an eyebrow at his request, but he seems deadly serious as his forehead furrows and his jaw clenches, his fists balling up as if ready to fight if you don't comply. “How do you want me to prove I’m human?”

For some reason, the question seems to put him at ease, as he relaxes his posture though he remains rather hostile. “I… I don’t know but… I-I just don’t know who to trust,” through whispers, tears spill from his eyes as he holds a hand out, terrified. You stand still for a moment, completely confused as to what to do, but it seems the best way to calm him down is to tell him about yourself.

“My name is (Y/N),” you begin and gently close the car door as you take a step forward. The boy perks up, teary eyes staring at you in confusion. You continue, slightly shivering as a gust of wind passes by, yet you don’t hear anything but your voice. “I’m 27. I graduated from Backupsmore as a forensic scientist… um… I hate bees and my favorite color is-”

Before you can finish, the boy suddenly bolts from his spot, his frail arms quickly wrapping around your torso and hugging you as tightly as he can. Unfortunately, due to the force, you come tumbling down, your back harshly scratching against the dirt. You're shocked for a moment, but then you feel his tears rapidly soaking your sweater and his bloody hands tightly clutching the material as he wails loudly, the sound reverberating through the dead ambient.

Somewhat stiffly, your arms embrace the boy, one hand gently rubbing circles on his back, which is shaking as he sobs. His skin is frozen, he's been out for a long time. Fiddleford quickly gets out of the car and crouches down beside you with a worried look on his face, quietly asking you if everything is alright. You just give him a small smile in return, hoping to reassure him.

"M-Miss, please help me, I'm so scared," he mumbles between loud cries, hiding his face in your shoulder. You just nod and guide him through some breathing exercises to help him think more clearly and calm down. When the crying ceases, you take off your jacket and drape it over his shoulders hoping it will warm him up a bit, while Fiddleford gently places a hand on his head.

"Let's start at the beginning, what's your name?" your question in a soft tone. The boy lifts his face from your shoulder and two red-rimmed eyes look at you sadly. "M-My name is L-Lawrence W-Woodworth," he replies scared, the words barely leaving his mouth as he shivers. "Nice to meet you, Lawrence. This is Fiddleford, my friend," the brown-haired man gives the boy a slight smile as he nods.

"You have to tell me what happened, how did you get here?" Lawrence shudders at your words but dryly swallows, as if to gather courage, and begins "W-We were coming back from my house, Dylan, Kyle and I... we were working on a s-school project. And out of nowhere, I don't know what it was, but s-something came out of the trees and..."

His palms harshly wipe away at his eyes, though he winces as he grazes the injured one. Fiddleford silently encourages him to continue as he rubs his shoulders. “I-It ripped Kyle’s s-stomach out… D-Dylan called 911 and t-then in the woods something that looked like Kyle but wasn’t Kyle… it even talked like him… it was just standing t-there and i-it started to chase us… w-we got separated and somehow I ended up here…”

You can't believe what you're hearing. If it weren't for the fact that Lawrence looks completely paralyzed with fear, you'd think this story was taken from a horror book. Could the monster be a product of the possible trauma of seeing his friend badly hurt? Or did they mistake the killer, who was standing at a long distance from them, for a more twisted version of a friend? Those are the only explanations you can currently come up with.

You look up and notice that Fiddleford has a much more serious look on his face, he seems to believe everything the boy says. But before you can question him, a bloodcurdling scream followed by a distorted roar echoes through the forest and Lawrence looks up, what little color he had regained in his face drained away. "DYLAN! OH GOD IT'S DYLAN! I HAVE TO GO GET HIM!"

Lawrence is about to run off into the woods when you grab his wrist to stop him from moving, causing the boy to yelp in pain. "Sorry, but you're not going, you're injured and putting yourself in more danger. Fiddleford, take Lawrence to your friend’s and call the police. I'll look for the other boy," you order firmly, before getting up and going to your car, opening it forcefully and diving between all the boxes.

Behind you, you hear Fiddleford gasp in surprise, his boots breaking several branches as he quickly approaches your figure. “(Y/N), be extremely careful, please. Whatever it is, it's dangerous. Please tell me you're carrying a weapon or somethin’,” the man exclaims worriedly. You quietly nod before you notice a small, thin, black briefcase, unfamiliar to you tucked between some cardboard boxes labeled “kitchen”.

Quickly, you unlock the clasp and open the lid, revealing a Smith & Wesson Model 4506 stored in the middle. Your stomach twists, this would be your first time using this thing. But you swallow that fear, a kid is in danger. Fiddleford gasps as he watches over your shoulder as you quickly load the gun with nine rounds and strap the holster to your belt, right next to the Taser. "Don't worry, it's police-issued, I've got a license and I know how to shoot."

You quickly head over to your driver’s seat, shut the car off, and grab the lantern that you stored in the glovebox. As you turn around, you quickly shove your car keys in Fiddleford’s unexpecting hands and turn over to look at Lawrence, who’s now standing up, still trembling. “What does your friend look like?” you walk over to the car, momentarily covering one of the headlights.

“D-Dylan’s tall, has short curly black hair, dark skin, and glasses. H-He was wearing… I-I think I white T-shirt,” you nod, creating the mental picture of his friends as you begin to sprint over to the forest. “BE CAREFUL,” Fiddleford’s voice filled with concern sounds distant as you book it, the cold wind cutting at your skin.

The forest is deadly quiet, the only sounds you can hear are your rapid breathing and the crunching of dried leaves and twigs as your boots stomp over them. Your stomach curls into a knot and your mouth goes dry as the faster you run, the darker your surroundings seem to get.

"DYLAN!?" your voice echoes through the trees as you flash the light around you. There are only trees, trees, and more trees! They are all starting to look the same. And the fog makes it worse as you can barely see past a few feet in front of you. You exhale exhaustedly, pausing for a moment as you try to regain your sense of direction. Your muscles ache from the sudden movement, you were more used to a life behind a desk than running in the field.

"OVER HERE! PLEASE! HELP ME!" your head whips to the right as you hear the distant screams of a young boy. There was no time to waste, as the force you used to push yourself forward caused the soles of your feet to kick up a patch of dirt and moss. You call his name again, trying to locate him more easily, and he answers, his voice much clearer now. 

Soon you come to a clearing illuminated by the moonlight, and sitting against the trunk of one of the trees, his head tucked between his head and a hand on his left shoulder, is the boy who fits Lawrence's description.

"Dylan? My name is (Y/N), I met your friend, Lawrence, I'm here to take you to safety," you say breathlessly, watching as the boy slowly lifts his head, tears streaming down his face as he quietly holds back a sniffle. "L-Lawrence is okay? H-He's not hurt?" you nod softly and quickly walk over, kneeling in front of him and as you give him a warm smile.

"Yes, he's with my friend now, and help is on the way. Are you hurt?" now that you're closer, you notice that there's a deep cut on his left cheek and that his glasses are nowhere to be found, most likely lost while running through the woods. As you gently encourage him to roll over, Dylan hiccups, having cried the last of his tears, before carefully removing the hand that was holding his shoulder.

Underneath his bloody palm are two deep, heavily bleeding cuts that look very similar to the ones on Lawrence's shirt. Up close, the injury looks unnatural, and you can't put your finger on what could have done this; you assume it could be something like a hook, but the width of the gash is much wider than a butcher's hook or something heavier. "I-It got me when I tripped on a corner. I managed to f-fight it off though," he admits sheepishly, dropping his head back to his knees as he recalls the encounter. So that was the scream.

"You were incredibly brave, don't be ashamed, Dylan," you whisper comfortingly, focusing your attention on treating the wound. Placing the lantern on the ground, you grab the bottom of the sweater with both hands and pull in different directions with enough force that the threads begin to snap. Ripping the fabric until it reaches above your belt, you pull so that it goes around your waist, gathering enough to make a makeshift tourniquet.

Dylan watches quietly as you successfully separate the torn piece from your sweater. "Okay, this is going to hurt, but I'm going to wrap this around your wound, okay?" he nods shakily at your instructions, lowering his knees and stretching his injured arm out to the side. You quietly guide him to take deep breaths as you slip the fabric underneath the armpit and tightly twist and turn the cloth, softly apologizing when he winces or gasps for air.

After a few seconds, you tie a knot with the remaining cloth, successfully stopping the bleeding for the moment. Dylan tests his arms by stretching and moving the limb before standing up and grabbing the lantern left on the grass. "Where did the attacker go?" your eyes scan the area around you, but the overwhelming darkness and fog make it impossible for you to see what is beyond the clearing. The area is so quiet, so devoid of life, that you can hear your heartbeat, which begins to pick up as you hear the crunch of leaves and twigs.

Dylan and you have not moved an inch.

"Mooooooom," a distorted and crooked voice wails sadly from the trees, shaking you to your core. Its pitch goes up and down as it gets closer and closer to where you're standing, calling out in pain, searching for its mother. It doesn't even sound like a human, let alone an animal, it's as if something is painfully trying to imitate human speech.

Then you remember what Lawrence said: something that had the appearance of his friends yet it wasn’t him. There's no way... there's no way that things like that exist… Those are just myths, right? You feel Dylan tense up next to you and the light source emitting from the lantern begins to shake in his grip. The creature is determined to find you, it keeps calling out, and whatever it is, it is big, as the ground beneath it shakes and rumbles slightly whenever it takes a step. 

"When I tell you to run, keep going straight until you find a hut. Don't stop and don't look back," you command in a hushed whisper, feeling your heart pounding loudly against your chest as your nimble fingers quietly unlock the holster and grab the handle of your gun. “O-Ok, please be careful, ma’am,” he replies, holding the lantern tighter.

Soon the footsteps are shaking the pebbles scattered across the ground and the mushrooms growing in the trunks of the nearby trees, and you can feel the vibrations in your ears. Beside you, Dylan slowly begins to back away from the noise, inching closer to where you first entered, while you stare at the source of the sound. "Mooooom... I want my mom," it cries again, this time louder, and you shudder at the disgusting tone in which it speaks.

"I hate it... why does it sound so much like Kyle?" Dylan whispers through clenched teeth, this time further away from you. So you were right, it's trying to imitate human speech, but you wonder why it's calling to its mother. You don't have time to answer as a massive figure begins to break through the mist, and you hold your gun tightly, raising it so that the barrel points straight at what you assume is the creature's head.

But you freeze up as soon as the thing reveals itself. The monster is incredibly tall, it reaches to the middle of one of the pine trees and you estimate it to be about two meters in height. It is dragging its arms on the ground, massive hands with dirty nails pointing up towards its pale and bony palms, and its head is tilted to the side, in a childlike manner. 

Sunken and completely hollow eyes with a single silver dot are staring directly at you, the toothless mouth is open wide, creating an oval shape in which you can’t see anything other than an empty void, while distorted boyish cries are coming from the deepest parts of its throat. 

Worst of all, you finally understand what Lawrence and Dylan were saying. It has copied the appearance of a young ginger boy, but because its body is so large and deformed, it looks as if it has stretched an image of what you assume to be Kyle and plastered it onto its body. 

The skin is ghostly pale and looks pulled and torn, its hair is a mangled mess with various bald spots revealing a fleshy black interior, and its "clothes" look painted over and reveal a thin torso with paper-thin skin that closely exposes a skeleton with way too many bones for you to count. It twitches unnaturally as it just stands there, looking at you while begging for his mother without moving.

You can't begin to comprehend what the hell is in front of you. It doesn't feel real, the lack of sound around you, the intense fog, and the imagery make it feel like you're in a lucid nightmare. But you're brought back to reality when you realize that Dylan is still behind you, crying softly as he stares at the mockery of his friend's image. "Run on the count of three, okay?" you don't take your eyes off the creature.

"One," your body's facing forward, you move your dominant leg a step back, both feet planted firmly on the ground as you aim the barrel to hit right between the monster's eyes. It doesn't move, only keeps twitching and wailing in a deep tone.

"Two," you steady your body and take a deep breath as your finger hugs the trigger. Behind you, Dylan prepares to run. Once he's gone, the moonlight will be your only guide during the fight. Your heart beats faster as you take one last breath...just get this over and you’ll go home…

"THREE!" without wasting a second, you squeeze the trigger and fire, a flash of bright light shooting from the barrel and the bullet lodging deep inside the creature's head. The sound of the gun being fired echoes through the forest and you swear you can hear birds flying from the trees and some of the sound comes back. Dylan has already started to run, straight ahead as you instructed.

The shot sends the monster reeling a few steps back, but in retaliation, it lets out a distorted roar so loud it makes your eyes vibrate with pain. You don't let that deter you, though, as you load the second bullet into the chamber and prepare to fire at the creature's chest, right where you think its heart is. Unfortunately, it recovers rather quickly and stands up shakily before charging at you like a bull, swinging one of its gigantic arms in your direction.

You're able to dodge the attack, but the limb is so heavy that as soon as it hits the ground, the force knocks you to the ground and the weapon almost slips from your grasp. Luckily, you hold on tight, but the creature is relentless, one of its clawed hands grabs your right ankle, its sharp, bone-like claws digging easily into your flesh, tearing some of the skin. You grunt loudly, your teeth clenched as tears sting your eyes, but you aim the gun at the creature's shoulder and fire.

As the bullet connects with the skin, the monster screeches and painfully removes its claws from your ankle, nursing its new injury instead. You back away as fast as you can, grunting in pain and after a considerable distance, you do your best to stand up, limping slightly as you plant your feet firmly on the ground and load another bullet.

And you fire the third one.

And the fourth.

And the fifth.

“Won’t you just die already!?” you scream in frustration, fear and paranoia seeping into your mind as you watch the monster rise from the ground once more, five small holes in different parts of its body spilling a tar-like liquid onto the grass, staining it. It's almost invincible, no matter how many bullets you fire, it seems to do nothing but temporarily stun it and make it scream horribly.

You jump to the side as the monster charges forward again, but it miscalculates and runs straight through the tree instead. The impact is so powerful that it leaves a massive hole in the trunk, but it is temporarily stuck there; as it struggles to free itself, you waste no time finding its ankle and stomping down as hard as you can.

You almost fall forward...you did not expect its bones to be so fragile. But you almost rejoice in pure happiness as you've found its weak spot; it seems that physical actions are more effective. So you don't stop, kicking and punching with all your might as your limbs easily leave dents and holes in the monster's body. Your hands and boots are covered in the slimy dark substance, but you don't care, you're not going to die here.

In your angry tirade, you fail to notice that the creature is now free of the trunk. It turns, an arm swinging violently, making contact with the side of your torso, sending you flying to the other side of the clearing, where you crash hard into another tree, the air escaping your body as your lungs burn from the pain and your back cracks loudly.

Tears cloud your vision as the monster walks toward you, its actions mimicking a predator that has finally caught its meal. Your hands desperately search your surroundings for your weapon, but as you cough violently, you realize that the weapon has been crushed under the creature's weight on the other side of the clearing. “Oh fuck,” you mutter as the creature stands before you and wastes no time reaching down, its claws digging into your neck as it lifts you into the air.

You struggle to free yourself, your throat slowly crushed under the monster's grip, as something cold and plastic digs into the side of your hip. The Taser! As dark spots begin to fill your vision and your lungs burn, your hand reaches for your belt, unlatches the holster, and shakily pulls the device out.

Your scratched thumb quickly locates the switch and flips it on, and with all your might you jam the probes against the monster's skin and squeeze the trigger. As the volt of electricity coursed through the thing's insides, it let out a blood-curdling scream before dropping you to the ground. The pain is so great for the creature that it falls to the ground, rolling on its wrist.

But even though your world is spinning and you want nothing more than to throw up and fall asleep, you push through the pain and stand up shakily as you sprint to the monster and mercilessly stomp on its head, its skull cracking against your sole and the grass. You keep going, even when there's nothing left but a messy pile of mush and the tar-like substance, you don't stop.

You want this thing dead. Gone. Fuck whatever this thing is.

“(Y/N), STOP! It’s already dead!”

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[avianoutcast]

(Halp I can't stop rambling about Dreamless XDD)

MORE DREAMLESS AU

Prev //

As Dreamless continues to lose his powers little by little, he becomes a bit more emotionless and starts acting differently from the character that he should be.

He becomes wreckless, starts causing trouble and getting into fights with the village gangs more often.

He also tends to be chaotic and less empathetic from his former self (even a bit more sassy with his attitude)

Nightlight fears that his brother is slowly straying away from their guardian responsibilities and ethics.

....

One time, the village gangs went to the tree to attack it and accidentally hit Nightlight.

It was the first time Nightlight saw the fierce rage that came off from his brother as Dreamless lashed back at their attackers and threatened them to never dare take a step near the tree or his brother ever again..

As the news about Dreamless spread, the village decided to take him out of his duties and crown Nightlight as the new Elder Guardian.

Filled with envy, one night, Dreamless stole one dark apple from the tree and fled away from the village. He then managed to stumble into a mysterious rift and fell into the multiverse. Here, he discovers and learns about the different AUs of the multiverse. Miraculously, he still has some powers left and with the help of the dark apple, he is able to learn a few new abilities that'd help him travel across multiverses.

The rest of his story will continue to unfold from here.

"...well, if I can't be a guardian back at home then I guess I can at least be something here..or maybe something more...." —Dreamless

.......

......

Unbeknownst to Dreamless, Nightlight had heard of the news about his missing brother, with the help of a certain friend, and decided to enter the multiverse as well in order to find and bring him back.

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DREAMLESS

WEAPONS/ABILITIES:

Can shapeshift his weapon into anything.

Favorite weapon type is a golden bat with a crossed-out star design.

Has a taste for chaos and trouble making.

For some reasons unknown, is unaffected by the dark apple and negativity.

Unable to sense positivity nor negativity anymore.

Can still get hurt from physical attacks.

He can change his weapon to a bow like og dream but can only summon arrows that deal physical damage unlike og dream's positivity in-fused arrows.

Gets random buffs from the dark apple sometimes but tbh he still doesn't know how to use or how the dark apple works.

He'll probably figure it out soon so for now it's just random.

(That's all for now again lol maybe I'll write more about Nightlight soon XDD)

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OG Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog

Dreamless AU belongs to me ;3

[ladytauria]

[jaytim] proven suspicions

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Rating: Teen Words: 4k

Jason has a little surprise for Tim. It doesn't quite go as planned.

Content Warning: Warnings for mrpeg and also mentions of needles & some brief needle phobia from Jason in the first scene. It's fairly non-graphic, but still! Take care of yourselves <3

Thank you to @deepwithintheabyss for reading over the initial draft & suggesting the changes that made this twice as long xDD

>> AO3 <<

Jason had always heard that bonding hormones were intense, but hearing about it was entirely different from experiencing it. Even now, a month after their mating, there is something wrong about not having his alpha near him. Something that leaves him unsettled, his skin prickling and his senses on high alert.

He exhales slowly and readies a needle and syringe. The smell of alcohol burns his nose. A tourniquet digs painfully into his bicep, making his veins stand stark against his skin. He lines the needle up with one.

The sight of it against his skin makes bile ride up in his throat. It takes effort to keep his hands steady. Being the one in control makes it easier in some ways, but he hates having to look. It’s almost enough to make him wish he had asked Tim to do it, or reached out to one of the few others he trusts.

Only almost, though.

Jason suppresses a flinch as the needle pierces his skin. He draws back the plunger, watching as the barrel fills with blood. There’s a second pinch as he slips the needle from his vein before he sets the syringe aside in favor of bandaging the wound and pulling off the tourniquet. He rolls his shoulder—wiggles his fingers. Then he disposes of the needle, and rises to his feet.

Despite the enormity of what he's looking for, the steps of performing the analysis are rote. Prepare the sample. Double, even triple check that the machine is on and seems to be functioning properly. Run the samples. Then wait for results.

Juice and a granola bar wait for him at his desk. His hands only shake a little when he tears open the bar.

Everything has changed so much over the last few weeks. The bond still feels funny, curled in his chest. He wants to poke it—prod at it. Settles for physically rubbing over his chest instead. Tim is busy right now, catching up on the backlog of emails that came through during their month together. Jason doesn't want to attract his attention.

He wants to surprise him.

The last month has provided them with plenty of time to spend together. The first week had been spent scenting and biting and fucking and curling up in each other’s arms, but after that— There had been talking. So much talking. About their lives, both inside and outside of the mask, and about their hypothetical future.

They’d argued, too. God, did they argue. The kind that would normally have Jason storming off after, to cool his head or blow something up. Or both. Instead, the bond left them stuck together. He couldn’t go anywhere, not really. The best they could do was sit in separate rooms for as long as they could bear it, and then…

Well.

Every time they talk, Jason can feel the feeling behind Tim’s words. His intention, if only vaguely. He can also feel the way his own words land. Every flinch, every wince Tim tries to hide—Jason can feel it all. He knows Tim now, intimately, in a way he never did before. It makes arguing more difficult, and the anger hard to sustain, especially once they’re separated and all Jason wants to do is curl back up in Tim’s arms.

They could have ignored the issues. The hormones would wear off eventually, allowing them to shut the bond down for longer periods of time, and actually separate. But�� both of them were stubborn bastards, and Jason had a pup to think of besides, so. One way or another, they would hash things out.

Jason’s not naive enough to think a month is going to fix everything, but… he’s hopeful. Hopeful enough that he hadn't wanted to put off telling Tim about his pregnancy any longer. He just wants to be certain, first.

Not that he doesn't trust his instincts. He does. He just likes being able to back them up with concrete data.

Besides, having actual, printed off proof will be better to surprise Tim with. He could make a nice, romantic thing out of it. Home-cooked meal, candles, sparkling juice. Throw Tim off the scent by teasing him about his not-quite being twenty-one, the results tucked away in a card to give him before dessert.

A quiet, intimate celebration of their bonding and a pregnancy announcement all in one.

Or, maybe, he could just leave the results on the table, propped up so they catch Tim's attention, and wait for him in the nest. Less effort, maybe, but also less time spent keeping his hands to himself. Less time for the nerves to build, too.

He sighs softly; the desk chair tipping back slightly as he leans back. Reflexively, he checks his phone.

Ten minutes down, one hundred and ten to go.

>> AO3 <<

[prismaticpichu]

How about like uhh... all 50 "honest character" prompts for Zack

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Shshshdhhdhdshshshshsh YOU GOT IT LMAOOO!!! 💖💖💖

(….As there’s so many questions, I’m gonna be answering them pretty concisely LOL, so feel free to ask for an elaboration if any pique yall’s interest/you’re comfortable! <33)

Taken from THIS ask game!!

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1. Do you project onto this character? ~ BIG TIME!!

2. Did you always like this character? ~ From the moment I heard his chipper “ohhhhh yeah!”, I fell head-over-heels in love!! xDD

3. What first drew you to this character? ~ Binging CC cutscenes lmaooo!! It was actually pretty serendipitous!!

4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character? ~ Nope!! Never!

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man? ~ I think I honestly prefer a male Zack lmaooo 😂❤️

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character? ~ “The bean” & the “the pupper bean” 😂💙

7. Does the character's age matter to you? ~ As a 17yo, I enjoy when Zack is 17 shshshsh!!!

8. Does the character's looks/design matter to you? ~ Good question!! I honestly prefer Zack’s puppy-bang look aesthetically, but love exploring his more mature look/scar in fics and fandom!!

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know?Does that affect how you see them? ~ Not really! Besides myself LOL, Zack’s personality is very fresh and appealing to me! <32

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting? ~ On a good day, yes! <33

11. How did you "fall in love" with this character? ~ Watching CC cutscenes ignited my love; reading incredible fics and exploring fandom doused it in gasoline!!!

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character? ~ ALL THE FIX-ITS IN THE WORLD, BABY!! 🤣💖

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character? ~ JUNON HUG!!!!

14. Are you physically attracted to this character? ~ Nope!

15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both? ~ Non-sexual

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely? ~ …………………yes

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache). YES

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both? ~ DEAR GAIA, GIVE HIM HIM PEACE 😭😭😭 (although after some good angst <33)

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier? ~ A b s o l u t e l y!

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character? ~ In a squealing, bubbly kind of way LOL xD

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe? ~ Platonic!

22. Do you think you will always love this character? ~ I sure hope so!! Hyperfixations come and go, but I don’t think that means the love for characters ever really dies!

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won't forget? ~ Legitimately, Zack reminds me not always mask my feelings behind a smile 💙

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them. ~ Zack & Sephiroth in an antique toy shop in the middle of… was it Pennsylvania???

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don't read fan-fics about them, why not? ~ Lots of slice-of-life floof <33

26. If you look for this character's name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding? ~ “Zack Fair & Sephiroth friendship”!!

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to? ~ Platonic Zack & Seph, platonic Zack & Cloud, & platonic Zack & Angeal!! <33

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why? ~ Ngl, I usually recognize that I’m in the majority for a lot of my takes LOL, so I kinda keep my head lol xD I try not to get too into it!

29. Do you affectionately bully this character? ~ ONLY if there’s a happy ending <33

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character? ~ EXTREMELY lol xD

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character? ~ Not in the slightest!!

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them? ~ Turkey sandwich <33

33. Are you "blinded by love" for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have? ~ A little bit LOL, considering I try to omit Zack’s naïveté in my mind xD

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life? ~ YES 😭❤️

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can't stop thinking about them? ~ Ngl, headcanoning about him (and Seph) have aided me in falling asleep xD

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character? ~ Not really lol!

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life? ~ Very much so LOL

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction? ~ Don’t tend to joke in that vein!

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character? ~ Sometimes!

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? ~ GAIA do I feel his pain 😭😭😭

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs? ~ Love seeing him interact with his canonical buds!!

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem? ~ Yes yes yessss <33

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character? ~ ……*sniffles* Rain

44. Which season makes you think of this character? ~ Summer!!

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character? ~ Nope!

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you? ~ Ngl, I’m usually the one makin’ the bad interpretations to suit my own headcanons xDD So I’m pretty chill with what people do lol!!

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely? ~ “AND WHAT??” sent me to the floor the first time I heard it!!!

48. What's your favorite physical/design feature for this character? ~ His scar <333

49. What's your favorite personality trait in this character? ~ His unwavering resilience!

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with! ~ Oooooooh, that’s a good one to finish with!!! There’s so much incredible Zack-related media out there!! <333 As for one of my favorites, though?? I’m gonna go ahead and link THIS MASTERPIECE by the incredible and kind @crylin!! I cannot even begin to express the balm I felt in my heart when first seeing it, and the artwork still remains one of my favorite pieces to go back to on a tough day!! <3333

~

*plops onto the floor, exhausted but proud!*

Tysm for the asks!! Take care!! 💚

[lootsofathousandsworld]

Life of a Pirate Chpt 11

Hey hey been long time since I post a new chapter XDD

welp hope you all enjoy it and sorry if some grammar is wonky.

Third's Person POV:

B.E.N walks up the deck and heads to the cabin, humming. But he stopped dead when he got to the front door.

He gulped silently. Wasn't sure if his captain was in a better mood after all this happening. Then his friend came to him. He's doing all this for her. He cautiously knocks on the door. After he had done that, B.E.N almost jumped when he heard Flint's booming voice.

"Not now!"

"S-sir it's B.E.N," He answered. After his reply, he made a slight relief when Flint answered with a little calm tone.

"Enter," The robot slowly opens the door and comes in. Right when he walked in, he saw his captain sitting on his chair, shirtless, while Nicolas was tending his side wound. He bit his bottom metal lips nervously when Flint gave him the death glare. Meanwhile, Nicolas gives him a tsk on coming in a bad timing.

"Ye wouldn't think I forgotten of you. After Nicolas finishes, I will punish you right where you are standing."

The robot held his hands up and spoke. "I- I know I should be punished for letting her go, disobeying you. But before you do," Flint raises his eyebrows as B.E.N. finishes asking this question.

"I would like a request from you?"

Believing it was requested punishment, Flint nods for him to keep going.

With much courage, B.E.N finishes this "......I want you to thank Ashy for saving you," His captain's six eyes flared when he mentioned the woman, and he stood up, making Nicolas lose concentration on his work.

"You wanted me to thank that wrench for causing all this mess?!" He roared.

"Sir please!" B.E.N almost cower. "Try to be reasonable! She saved your life."

"So?" Flint snorted.

"Soooo you should go down the brig and tell her face to face thank you for saving me," B.E.N answered. "If she hasn't, you'll be in the navy's jail now or worse."

"He does have a point there Cap'n," Nicolas said. Flint glances down sharply at him, baring his teeth, not liking the surgeon taking on B.E.N's side. Nic, however, only gives him a deadpan look.

'If you had not broken your bargain with her, you wouldn't be in this mess. Now sit back down, I'm not finished." Flint snorted and returned to seating following the doctor's order.

He then rubs his forehead and grumbles angrily. "I would've just shot her if that woman hasn't caught my interest in her damn secret."

B.E.N almost breathed. "Her secret sir?"

Flint nods slowly. "Aye, she be hiding something ye not aware of it?" The robot hasn't realized that his Captain broke this parlay all because he wants his friend's secret.

He gulped when he was waiting for his answer. But he swore he would never reveal his friend's secret for her life's sake. So, he took a deep breath and fib.

"I..wasn't aware of that sir," He blinked, acting puzzled. Is it why she was acting funny?" Much to his relief, he bought his act when he snorted.

"Ever since she came aboard my ship, she looked at me as if I was some haunted being and acted like she had never been out in this galaxy."

"Oh really?" B.E.N chuckles, "Maybe she hasn't been off her planet before? As if she. I don't know. Was forbidden to go?" He watches his captain hum while Nicolas huffs.

"Well, she has shoddy parents that's for sure,"

"I-indeed," B.E.N replied. All of sudden he swallowed hard when Flint looked at him now suspiciously.

"B.E.N? You seem jumpy today,"

"Me jumpy? Nah!" The robot laughed. "Why would I be jumpy when we learned that this cabin girl has a small secret we don't know about."

"Hmm, I see," Flint talks lowly still eyeing on him. B.E.N panics silently when he is still looking at him the same.

Waiting to get the subject change he blurted out, "So anyway! Captain, please can you at least show her tiny gratitude? Like this tiny?" He gestures his robotic finger the size. Flint rolled all his eyes when he saw him still begging him to give his thanks to this woman he huffed.

"Alright fine! I'll give her my thanks for you shut up about it," B.E.N grinned, finally getting him convinced he even added.

"And I got an idea that she'll love!"

"And what's that?" Flint asked.

B.E.N finishes as he spreads his arm out. "Invite her to dinner!"

Flint and Nicolas both looked at him oddly at this idea.

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"What?" Flint finally spoke lowly.

"You know? Like, you two having supper on this table?" He gestures to a small table." Every woman loves when a man takes their girl out to eat. It makes them feel special,"

"B.E.N. you know this isn't a tiny gesture," Nicolas said. "This is a big gesture,"

"I know but hear me out, if you invited her, she'll be forever grateful and will be happy to have a stomach full of... "He was silenced when Flint cleared his throat loudly, making him stop talking.

"This isn't about having me get her out of the brig, is it?" B.E.N. bit his lips when Flint asked this. He only smiles sheepishly in response.

"Maybe?" The captain frowns at him, knowing all this ridiculous idea was to get this woman out of the brig. However, this might be an opportunity for him to get his chance to learn her secret.

He then lets out a long sigh, almost gritting his teeth, not believing what he was about to do.

"Alright, tell this wrench she will join me for dinner," He replied.

"Great I'll go tell her!" B.E.N smiled, ignoring Flint's annoyance. Before he left the cabin, he turned to him.

"Oh, and when she gets here, make sure to give her a welcome dashing smile like this." He smiled, showing him how to do it. "Now you try,"

Flint huffed and gave his fake smile, showing his scary fangs for a few seconds. B.E.N flinched on his frightened facial and said.

".....Um, why don't you work on that while I get her sir," He opened the door and said before closing," Remember, dashing smile. Every lady loves that,"

After he closes the door behind him, he grins, seeing all this will get his friend out of that nasty brig as he makes his way down there.

"She's going to thank me when I tell her the great news!"

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Ash's POV

I didn't realize I was taking a quick nap on the seating board as I got bored earlier. Nothing to do around here but listen to the ship moving and boots clamping above.

Also, think it could pass some time as I sleep. But I was twisting and turning. And mumble in my sleep.

Dream

"Ash! Ash wake up!" I heard a familiar voice calling me while shaking my shoulder. My eyes opened sharply, gasping and to my surprise, Jim was looking right at me, worrying.

"Jim?" I breathed. What happened?"

"You passed out when we opened the portal," He answered.

"I-I did?" I blinked.

He nodded. "Luckily B.E.N caught you before you fell, "He helped me up and I saw others looking at the portal. My eyes widened to see other familiar characters including John Silver, who was struggling to find a trove. Opening every portal he pressed on the green globe map.

"Where is that blasted treasure?!" John growled.

"Treasure? Treasure?" I turn fast at B.E.N. struggling to remember as he grips his wires in desperation. "It's... buried in the.."

".....Buried in a central mechanism," Jim helped him finish. He looked and I found myself nodding slowly, which made his eyes light up.

"What if the whole planet is the mechanism and the treasure is buried in the center of this planet?

"You could be right," I smiled, feeling my heart beating with excitement and with much happiness I was in the right time zone. I wonder if I was even dreaming I was aboard Flint's ship all this time.

Then my thoughts were interrupted when the crew tried to dig, but their shovels and pickaxe got damaged when they hit the metal surface.

"And how in the blue blazes are we supposed to get there?" I glanced over at Silver as he was still searching. Then Jim went to his side and almost nudged him. When he saw a similar planet we were all on, he put his finger on it.

"Just open the right door," He answered. As the portal opened to the trove my heart was still pounding. This was the moment I was finally going to see the treasure.

One by one, they walked through the portal, and I was last to go in. I grinned and was about to take a step across to join the others. Suddenly, I felt someone grip my shoulder harshly, which made me cry in pain and shock.

My blood ran cold when someone whispered in my ear darkly.

"You lead them here," I spun and my face paled to see Flint standing, all menacing.

"You betrayed me!"

"No!" I backed fast and almost stumbled, but the portal was gone. Instead, he has the map in his grasp.

"You lying little bitch, you knew where my trove was all along, and you decided to bring your friends to see it," He snarled.

I shook my head fast. "No, I can explain.."With much trembling, I fall to the ground. "Please I didn't know, honest!" He didn't listen and my breath shook when pulls his flintlock out. I begin to sob.

"No, please! No please don't kill me! Please!" He aims his pistol at me, ignoring my cry, and pulls the trigger.

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"NO!" I shot up screaming. I panted heavily, gripping my chest, and felt my heart beating fast. I was back in my brig and realized it was only a nightmare.

"It was just a dream," I say to myself, calming my breath. "Just a dream." I gasped in startled to hear someone coming down. I get up and see B.E.N. walking down.

I can tell something is good as I see the robot having a smile on his face. When he reached my brig, he talked in ecstatic.

"Ashy I got great news! I find a way to get you... " He stopped when he caught my face looking pale. "Hey, are you okay?"

I nodded fast, "Y-yeah I just had a... bad dream that's all." I formed a smile, wanting him not to worry. "So, what's the news?"

B.E.N gasped and grinned again. "The news yes! Captain Flint agrees to let you out of the brig, showing his gratitude for you saving him."

"Really?" I asked, feeling happy I was getting out of this brig.

He nods, still having a smile. "Yep! And by showing his gratitude he..." I leaned in when he took a deep breath.

"...He invited you to eat dinner with him!" He finished spreading his arms out excitedly. My facial slowly went from smiling to irritated.

".... What?" I asked, making sure I heard it right.

"He invited you to dinner," He repeated. "isn't that great?" He waited for my answer but I was disgusted to have him think this would solve everything that I almost yelled at him.

"Have you lost your mind!?" He wasn't expecting this reaction out of me that he stammered.

"B-but this will have you be out of this brig,"

"With me having dinner with that..beast?" I groan angrily and walk around. "Did you forget he threw me in here? You got to have another plan to get me out of here, anything but that!"

B.E.N only shook his head. "I'm sorry Ashy, but he agrees to this. He's expecting you to come soon, that's an order from him."

"His order?" I scoffed can't believe he's even commanded me to have dinner with him. Then I turn my body around. "I'm sorry B.E.N. but I'm not going."

"B-But Ash you have to go. He'll be furious if you don't." He protested.

"Well, too bad that's his problem," I said stubbornly. "You can tell him I'm not interested period," In the corner of my eyes I watch B.E.N looking frightened about telling his captain some bad news.

I almost feel bad that he has to face Flint with this news, but he got me into a situation that I'm not agreeing with.

"...I... I'll tell him. But I'll bring you food after I served his." When he left, I didn't move my spot. I huffed as I rubbed my arms and said to myself,"

"After all this, he expects me to forget his cruelty to me. He's far awful than I imagined him to be."

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Third's Person POV

After Nicolas tender his wound, Flint was wearing his comfy tan poet shirt and was sitting on his chair. He watched his surgeon, getting his table ready and even putting candles on the table and lighting them with a candle.

"Is the candle really necessary?" He asked.

"Well, I did not agree with B.E.N's idea but at least you need to have a table to look appealing," Nicolas replied. Flint snorted.

"I can't believe I agree to this stupidity. Who thinks eating dinner together would be irresistible? People come and eat, spend a dime on expensive foods bah!"

Nicolas rolled his eyes, "Sir everything your view contains stupidity,"

"Not everything," Flint corrected.

Nicolas tsks in response and after he sets the table up, he turns to him.

"Now remember, when she gets here, please keep in mind to control that temper of yours," This instruction made his captain laughed.

"Oh, come now I have been good on my temper. I haven't killed anyone yet, have I? I'm getting better at it," He smirked, looking proud of himself.

"Yes, I'm sure this lady will be pleased with your action earlier," Nicolas huffed silently, almost rolling his eyes again. Flint didn't respond as he had thoughts on the woman he was dining with.

He couldn't get his mind off on she risked her escape only to save his ass. Not sure if it was a foolish thing to do or not. He knows everyone in this enteriumn..especially the navy wants him dead. So why she's not like everyone he meets?

He finds himself more interested in her the more he thinks of this. And what is worse is he can't leave the image of her worried look. And he swore when the fire reflected her, he saw some gold in her hair. His mind snaps off when he hears his door knocking.

Nicolas heard as well and began walking towards the door.

"Alright here she comes, remember act like a gentleman." After he opens his door to leave, he finds B.E.N. with two meals in his hands.

"Ah thank you, Nic! Can you leave it open for a second? My hands are full," The robot chuckled. Nicolas let him pass, and when he looked behind him, he found out the woman wasn't with him. He hums and shuts the door.

B.E.N hums as he sets the two plates on the table," Voila! Your dinner sir! And can I say I love how you got the table all setup?" Flint raised his eyebrows and asked him.

"Well?"

B.E.N blinked. "Well...what?"

"Where is she?" He reminded him.

"Who? Oh, you mean the woman!" B.E.N chuckled. How can I forget?" He gulped when Flint was waiting for his answer.

"S-she did say she'll think about it, and you know how women are when they think, I-I think we should give her time to think..." He babbles on and Flint makes a low growl as he can tell his navigator is not telling him something.

"B.E.N." He snarled sternly. It shut him up and B.E.N swallowed hard.

Decided to get to the point and prayed he wouldn't go all berserk, he answered straight away. "This woman declined your invitation. She's not coming."

The whole cabin was dead silent. After about a few seconds, Nicolas broke the silence with a long sigh.

"Ah shit, here we go,"

[fismoll7secinv]

15 questions, 15 people:

I was tagged by dear @a-very-fond-farewell 💚I hope you get your lobster sanctuary! 💚

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1. are you named after anyone?

nope

2. when was the last time you cried?

I don't know, I don't really cry

3. do you have kids?

never

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

yeah, quite casually in everyday life, but I try to tone it down

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

I'm bad with faces, I might not recognise someone who's new to me after interacting with them every day for 2 weeks (based on a true story) xdd so what I notice at first is the overall vibe they present, which is a combination of their posture and body language, clothes and accessories, facial expressions etc. This doesn't tell absolutely accurately who they are, but it shows how they want to be perceived mixed with some unconscious elements they might not notice themselves, which is interesting to me

6. what’s your eye color?

eh idk, people say they're blue when I'm in a blue pool, green when I'm among greenery, grey when it's a bit dark. I guess they're a subtle mixture that looks like nothing until there's something external that brings out one of the colors. it's a bit annoying tbh, so I usually just say grey

7. scary movies or happy endings?

i love horror, very high on my list of fav genres, but I also love happy endings, just not necessarily in horrors. In media other than horror I need HE or I feel down. So i'd say: both

8. any special talents?

I've had a music talent since I was little, couldn't understand how other kids didn't know how to play the flute or keep the rhythm. I've also heard various ppl say that I somehow know how to arrange things to be aesthetically pleasing, but I could never explain how to do it, it just looks better a certain way. A bit for drawing, considering how fast I improved compared to some other people, but I haven't pursued it farther than sketching. Sport comes pretty smoothly to me and my body, I've always been "the athletic girl"

I may sound like i'm bragging but i try to be objective for my own self. After all "talent" means nothing and is just bitterly wasted if you're not practising, so for me it can be more of a shameful thing that I let rot rather than something to be proud of. It's also so useless when teaching others, because you don't know how to explain shit when you do it intuitively, which tripped me a lot of times while trying to teach someone. Very annoying and sometimes isolating in a sense that you just vibe with yourself instead of sharing the experience with others

9. where are you born?

in a hospital

10. what are your hobbies?

reading, writing, taking care of plants, pen & paper rpgs, collecting weird trinkets and paintings, drawing, horror movies, detective stories, listening to podcasts

11. do you have any pets?

we have a dog but I moved out of my family home recently and the doggo stayed there, I still visit often and walk him, but it doesn't feel like he's really mine anymore :(

12. what sports do you/have you played?

I did gymnastics and horse-riding for a few years as a kid, used to jog in middle/high school, I also go on a trip to the mountains at least once a year to hike bc I'm obsessed with it. Recently I like to do yoga and fitness to bring my body to its limit and stretch all the pains that keep accumulating. I almost didn't move from my desk for over a year some time ago because i was too busy with uni, work and a few other big things, and it ended up in a neck injury that escalated to a few months of rehab. Now I move a lot so those nightmarish pain and several contusions don't repeat

13. how tall are you?

taller than most women and many guys

14. favourite subject in school?

all languages, math, biology

15. dream job?

neuroscientist, astronaut or pilot of small planes

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I have no idea who did this already, feel free to ignore as always. Tagging @prommethium @miyakuli @still-gathering-roses @carmine-sunlight @wikipedie

[ln-stories]

Simeon's Mc

I was thinking about making a small series of drawings of obey me charachers and special custom sheep mc designs, along with some headcanons for fun!. ( headcanons are may contain spoilers sometimes so please if you don't wish to see spoilers of any kind, don't read the post). Other than that i accept request of the next characher on the list in the comment section.

(apologies for any grammar mistakes haha)

First Simeon's mc!

warnings: SPOILER ALERT.

HEADCANNONS:

(they/them mc)

personality: (a bit of an atheist, good mannered, clumsy, fearfull, oblivious at times, wholesome but deep inside craves violence XDD)

This mc is actually the smallest of all the mcs in this series.

Before the exchange program, this mc never believed in demons and angels, heaven and hell. So when they arrived at the devildom they were completly dumbfounded.

when the mc met the demons at first, they feared for their life, remembering flashbacks when they used to laugh about stories with demons. Now time to face reality little sheep :)

At first things were weird at the house of lamentation, everything felt so akward between them and the demon brothers, and the whole situation with Mammon and Levi didn't help much either.

When they started going to RAD and met the angels and the sorcerer, they were dumbfounded twice, feeling even more stupid as they remember saying with exact words "i don't believe in miracles". Though the angels didn't judge them for it.

The mc felt a bit weird to hang out with Solomon as they heard rumors about him being shady and stuff. The mc was trying their best to avoid trouble but somehow trouble is trying to get to them istead hahaha.

This mc turned out to be most comfortable to simeon, it felt like a weird dynamic at first but simeon never judged the mc for their beliefs.

Slowly becoming friends with the handsome angel and the little angel Luke, as the mc started to feel more comfortable in the devildom. (closest friendships is Simeon, Luke, Mammon, Levi and Beel)

The mc even started to trust the brothers! woah! (minus belphie who they still felt a bit scared with his situation)

The mc is often invited to the purgatory hall by Simeon. Simeon adored having them over the tea and sweets.

The mc and Simeon got closer and closer the more they hanged out. It is a very wholesome relasionship between the two.

The mc even co-parent with Simeon to protect luke from any harm.

Sometimes Simeon gets jealous that the mc is living in the house of lamentions with the demon brother stealing their attention. He wanted to get closer with mc and he was running out of ideas how to spend more time with them.

Simeon is trying his best to host many tea parties as he finds it a great excuse to spend time with mc. (often those tea parties include gifts from him)

One of the gifts he gifts the MC is a protection charm that helps mc in times of need or in danger. (since he can't be there all the time)

When that time came that mc almost died in the story and simeon was just in time to save them with the ring of light, Simeon never experienced such fear within his existence. After that whole scene with the ring of light, he couldn't exactly fit it on mc's little legs so he just put it around their arm like a small bracelet instead XDDD.

From that point and on simeon was getting overprotective of the mc since that incident to the point that he even asked them if they can move to the purgatory hall with them. He made a big list of reasons why he should move in there. (some of the reasons include Luke for good measure. As the mc was protective of Luke despite their size)

Also random fan fact, this mc favorite thing to do is sing, sometimes the angels and them singing some songs and even go karaoke sometimes! (a wholesome family trip)

Sometimes the mc feels completly changed after some time living in the devildom as they changed their prespective about their old beliefs. Even after RAD they visit simeon and the others alot since mostly everyone became good friends with eachother.

The only one that this mc kind of avoids in the end is Belphagor because they are still trying to forgive him after the events of lesson 16.

Thank you for reading! (sorry it was a bit long lol)

Send me request on the next characher i would draw with the custom mc! ty again!

[self-indulgent-paw-patrol]

Do you think Ryder, Katie, or Danny go to school? Ryder is a kid genius so he may have graduated early, but what about Katie and Danny? We never see either of them go to school and Katie has a job at the pet parlor and maybe owns it? It's never made clear, also does Ryder have a driver's license? I mean, he drives his ATV everywhere, do you think he ever got pulled over? I mean, if I was a cop and saw a 10 year old riding an ATV, I'd pull them over. I feel like that's something that definitely would've happened at least once in Adventure City

Yeah as far as I know, Katie owns the pet parlor. Don't ask me HOW. It could be any reason 😅

They literally applied Pokémon logic in this show just because yes XD We don't see the "older" kids going to school, which makes me believe that. From what I've seen in Pokémon throughout these last two decades and a bit more, the kids can "pause/stop" school at 10 and do whatever they want to. Some will go live their adventures out, some will help their parents at work, some will start up their own little businesses... And some will keep studying, or go back to studying a few years later, usually the ones who decide on a regular job that doesn't involve being an entrepreneur, like becoming a professor, a cop, a doctor, etc.

This same logic can be applied to the Paw Patrol franchise. Ryder might even have graduated earlier, but he totally does NOT go to school anymore. Neither does Katie, nor Danny, while we see Alex and other small kids in town going. They're considerably younger.

As for the driver license... YEAH MY DAD ASKED ME THAT TOO XDDD I believe he's got it and got it for his pups too, even though he gives them their vehicles BEFORE doing so... Yeah, I'm looking at you, Everest, Tracker, Liberty... XDD

I had a similar thought once. Ryder usually drives along with his pups to go attend to the emergency calls, right? If he ever gets pulled over, the pup(s) in question would stop too and he would be like "No, you keep going, YOU GOT THE EMERGENCY VEHICLES, I'll catch up later" - like, at least Chase and Marshall CANNOT BE STOPPED EVER. Their vehicles are road authority itself. You do not stop an Ambulance, a Fire Truck, or a Police Cruiser. YOU OPEN WAY FOR THEM, NO MATTER HOW, especially if they got their sirens on, which they do nearly all the time they're on the move!

We can't say the same about a kid driving an ATV, which is not characterized as a Search & Rescue vehicle, despite sporting the Paw Patrol badge on it. That wouldn't do shit if the cop who stopped him hasn't ever heard about the Paw Patrol before XD

[sweetpupii]

STORYTIME!! when I was fourteen I remember saying to my friends ( and myself ) "I would never like mascs, I only like girly girls." but a year later I met this girl ( R ) that completely fucked me up.

when I first met her and saw the way she sat, all spread and with her hands on her thighs while defending me from a stupid boy I looked at my friend and went "... it's the attitude, not her looks."

she was about my height but she would sit in front of me in class to let me play with her hair and scratch the shaved sides until she fell asleep, she would lay her head on my lap during recess while I told her stupid ass to stop chewing gum because she had braces, I loved when she would talk for 15 minutes about volleyball and her cats even if I didn't really listen and only looked at her hand as it drew on mine. one time she waited until I finished getting ready after p.e. to take my hand and walk out of school together even if she had missed her bus.

we never got to be anything serious, I had issues with her friends who tried to push me everytime we stood next to each other, so we stopped talking, but a bit later people at school started telling me R was obsessed to the point I was all she talked about. my friend heard her say she wished I was like a puppy and followed her around all day which was ¿? ok chill.

after a year, her friend group kind of died so she started talking to me again, she sat with me every class, played with my uniform, liked every single instagram story I appeared in even if it wasn't from my account, she would take pictures of us with silly filters and then look at them for a while. but one day she wanted to show me a meme she sent to her bestfriend ( the one my friend, let's call her A, was dating ) so she went through the chat and I managed to read him sarcastically calling me anorexic bc I'm fat, saying she should put a scale with a weight limit on her front door in case I wanted to visit her. I saw the messages where she laughed and later found out that was the reason A broke up with him and why she hated R.

that shit broke me to the point I relapsed after a whole year, all my effort down the drain because of some childish girl who was ashamed of being seen with me as something other than friends even while texting me that I should be the second mom of her pets and saying if she had to choose one single person to kiss from the whole school it would be me without a second thought.

she would make fun of me with her friends and then be the sweetest girl when we were alone.

I'm pretty sure she did some witchcraft or some shit after I left because she appeared in my dreams and casually was in most places I went to ( we live far away so it was fucking weird she was at my local grocery store. ) for years xDD

fun fact; a year ago I met a girl who looked just like her, she played volleyball, she had an arm tattoo in the same place and she was also called R. it was so creepy because she approached me in the same way. ran away immediately.

but honestly I'm a little bit grateful to have had a crush on R because if I hadn't I would've never given a chance to mascs and rn I wouldn't be saying that if I don't have a butch cuddling in bed with me by the morning I'll jump out a bridge !! ( hmu )

conclusion: situationships do hurt more than relationships and I would rather die than meet someone like her again :3

[tic-toc-clock77]

TicciWork parental headcanons

Contains my fankids Aaron and Lee!:3

- Toby and Clockwork were never really prepared to be parents ... At all.

- But that never stopped them from trying their best!

- It helped that Jack and Nina had already had a child, so they could go to them for help

- And they needed A LOT of it

- Even though Lee was a relativity silent and easy baby to have around, Clock and Toby were both still stressed out

- "What if we're not feeding him enough?" "What if we're feeding him too much?!" "WHAT IF HE GETS SICK?!"

- The entire first 4-5 months are full of stress and mental strain that they really didn't need to be put under

- By the 6th month, they'd calmed considerable and started focusing on milestones

- a silent battle took place over whether the kid would say Mom or Dad first

- he said "Jeff." ...ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ

- Maybe having Jeff as a babysitter so often was a bad idea XD

- Then about 2 years later, Aaron was born

- He was a lot more difficult than Lee had ever been

- Constant crying, got sick very often and always ended up having to get Jack for help

- He caused Toby and Clock a lot of needed worry which was finally warranted

- But as time went on, like most babies, he gradually calmed much to relief of the parents.

- As they got older, the brothers never really understood anything but the forest, they knew everyone but their parents as an aunt or uncle

- Toby took both boys out before at night to see Connie, of course from afar after they asked why they don't know their grandparents

- "Why don't we know Mom's parents?"

"Funny story actually..." (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

- She never told them the truth though :(

- Similarly to the way Sally was lied to about the murders, also goes for the second generation

- "Yeahhh, we help people sleep." (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

- The boys were both good friends with Alice and grew up hanging out in the forest (EJ and Nina's daughter, canon btw!)

- Clocky taught Lee to draw for fun and he ended up being better than her at it, which she was super proud of

- But eventually, the truth had to come out and so, the boys were told the truth when they were 15 and 13

- Lee already knew (smartass) (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)/J

- Aaron had literally no idea and was freaked out for like, a week

- "C'mon, you baby, you can't be serious."

"THEY'RE SERIAL KILLERS??!!"

"Obviously???"

- Eventually Aaron came around when he heard the full story of how they ended up there and accepted it

- Though, he wasn't sure about following in their footsteps...unlike Lee, who had been on a few missions with Alice already

- While on the fence, Aaron joined his brother and Alice on missions and realized he was extremely bad at handling gore

- "You've seen this stuff before, what's your problem?"

*Literally puking*

"Is...he okay?"

"He'll be fine."

- He was NOT fine, he was mortified

- He decided he probably wouldn't ever kill anything and became a total pacifist

- Instead, he opted to help out Jack with her "Doctor Stuff or whatever."

- While Alice and Lee spent most of their time doing missions and really getting into it and enjoying themselves...

- "OHHHHHH LEE'S GOT A GIRLFRIENNDDDD!!!!"

"SHUT UP! NO I DON'T!"

- "Does Lee have a girlfriend?"

"YES!"

"NO!"

- Maybe not a girlfriend but absolutely an awkward crush

- Very Dee and Lif from metal family (literally what I based them on XDD)

But who knows what the future holds? We'll all have to see cuz idk yet! XD

[verecunda]

Sooooo, for the Tolkien fandom, 8, 13 and 19, and for Aegnor/Andreth, 15, please! :D :D :D

Wooo, thank you! <3

Tolkien fandom:

8. ...a quote from it that means a lot to me.

SO MANY. But I'll go with this one:

And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. In dark Mindolluin’s sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.

This is one of those moments of the reviving of hope that Tolkien does so well (and boy howdy, are we all needing some hope right now): the dawn breaking and heralding the coming of the Riders to Gondor's aid. Rohan had come at last. *screams*

But the bit with the cockerel hits me deepest. I know most people quote the bit with Sam seeing Gil-Estel and thinking "that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach." And I love that, but even more, I love this bit about the cockerel: how, even down here on Earth, even amidst the chaos, the natural rhythms of life still go on. It's one I hold onto.

13. ...which canon or popular fanon relationship I can't stand or feel 'meh' about and why.

Russingon. My eyes virtually glazed over just typing the damn name. X'D I'm sorry, Russingon friends, but it must be the most boring ship in the whole fandom.

19. ...one behind-the-scenes trivia fact I've learned somewhere and my thoughts on it.

Hey!! Did you know that when Aragorn screams after kicking that helmet, it's really Viggo screaming because he *gunshot*

XDD

Okay, apart from that one, I'm going to choose Tolkien's own remarks from that letter to W. H. Auden on the development of LOTR:

But I met a lot of things on the way that astonished me. Tom Bombadil I knew already; but I had never been to Bree. Strider sitting in the corner at the inn was a shock, and I had no more idea who he was than had Frodo. The Mines of Moria had been a mere name; and of Lothlórien no word had reached my mortal ears till I came there. Far away I knew there were the Horse-lords on the confines of an ancient Kingdom of Men, but Fangorn forest was an unforeseen adventure. I had never heard of the House of Eorl nor of the Stewards of Gondor. Most disquieting of all, Saruman had never been revealed to me, and I was as mystified as Frodo at Gandalf’s failure to appear on September 22. I knew nothing of the Palantíri, though the moment the Orthanc-stone was cast from the window I recognized it, and knew the meaning of the 'rhyme of lore' that had been running in my mind: seven stars and seven stones and one white tree.

As a writer, I always find this incredibly heartening. Middle-earth feels like such a complete, convincing world, you could almost believe he had worked out the whole tapestry before he ever put pen to paper - but no! Tolkien discovered much of it as he went along, just as we all do. I like to remember this when I feel I'm just flailing around in the dark. :D

Aegnor/Andreth:

15. ...how I wish their story would go/would have gone.

Ha! Well, I love a good tragedy, so on that level, I'm quite happy with their canon story. It's perfectly heartbreaking: the unfulfilled love, the might-have-beens, the only too understandable motives that led to their parting, Aegnor's refusal to leave Mandos because he just won't have any interest in rejoining a world without Andreth... *sobbing*

Plus, once you're aware of their story, you can trace its resonances in the wider story of the First Age, too. Like, is it even possible that Finrod didn't think of them when Beren arrived in Nargothrond? Yes, he read the signs of his own doom coming up on him, but it's impossible to believe he didn't think, "I couldn't/wouldn't give my blessing to Aegnor and Andreth, but I can, I will, do this for Andreth's kinsman." They're part of that great tapestry of fate.

But on a purely soppy level, NO. NO IT'S NOT FAIR. THEY DESERVED BETTER. THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER. SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH YOUR HIGHER PURPOSES OF DOOM, FINROD!!!!

Personally, I'm choosing to stick with the fixit I wrote. Or the one where Caranthir is their unlikely saviour. XD

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CONTINUE :)

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[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Also forgot to mention it but yayyy Eddie putting the fire out 🥳🥳

Yeah not safe yet :')

Ahh right calling her is a good idea

Is that what we should be worrying about right now?

Ahhh yeah apparently yes 😬 ohh nooo

Was it her o.o

It better not have been her xD

Okay phew it wasn't we have another theory, which is probably correct xD

Uh ohhh

CRAP

What's the plan guys 😬

Okayy okay

Phew no one's seeming to know her

Or they ain't snitches xD

And they don't know where she is lol

But they seeming way confused for probably knowing who she is, like context clues probably? If they heard she was a sergeant anyway xD

Ope!

AHHHH (awh not aah) so that's the plan :DD >:D icons

"That cop" lol

Imagine him being in handcuffs slfjhsds

Well genuinely though after a plane crash like xD

Well emergency landing

Anyhoo

PHEW

Okay now lie and say a different hospital

Or they go to a different one than he says?

Okay he did say one

Ohhh they're somewhere else aren't they :O

PHEW they're going

AHHHHH (awh not aah again) THERE :D

YEPPPP

ICONICCCC

I love them so much gosh xD

Okay and now we're going somewhere safe lol like prison or the police station or something idk lol

YES they're gone okay good

OPE OH okay dang we're just going there o.o right now this episode okay xD

Lol where?

SLFKGJDKHGS THE A I R P O R T XDDD

Would've been handy if there hadn't been plane issues lol, just be right there xD

Okay go y'all lol

Ohhhh okay :O

I hope he didn't bury it or something lol

Hopefully like a car I guess?

Ahh yeah okay :D

Well that should work

Lol the worker just chilling xD

Ohhh right that's what it is :o yeah that is kind of important

Is Bobby's uniform not enough lol

Nahh bro if you're allowed to/can physically we're doing it

Athena, badge time?

Yep LOL

Yeah exactly xD nice

Glad he's not still trying not to lol

Nahh they got it

Yep xD

Okay okay

Woahh niiice :O

Hmmm alright

This better not be a trap of some kind xdd

C'monn c'monnnn c'mon

YES nice

A literal black book :O

Good job Bobby :DD

Honestly I did kind of expect that xD

The book

Guess it means I've not style sense not practical real life sense lol

SHOULD WE BE LOOKING THROUGH IT RIGHT NOW ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

LIKE JUST GET OUT OF THERE AND GO

Okay at least check it's the right thing yeah

Okay it is go lol

WE DO NOT NEED TO DO THAT

WE ALSO DO NOT NEED THAT IN OUR HISTORY 💀💀

Oh gosh they won't even show us 😬😬😬

Yeeeahh let's not and let's go guys xd

Oof 😬😳 a senator is not good

I mean it's always those up people like that but 😬

And voting for him xd sorry Bobby you can never unsee that 😬

OKAY YES let's go 😭

AHH CRAP

I knew they couldn't just get away 😭

Uhh ohhh

Oh dang so they've been searching o.o

Hmmm uh oh

Wait on what?

OHHH ON THE LIST O.O

Well who is he though?

Ohhh I guess just a "normal" FBI agent before this (and yk. the event that put him in that book xd) o.o

Crazyyy

Nahhh uh uh

NOO

Y'all how are we gonna do this

Bobby calm as always :) xd icon

Okay okay

UH OH

C R A P- OH DANG!!

Thank goodness :OO 😌😌!!

I mean I don't want him to die either but xdd

Ohhh no oh dang no we're still in the same position as before o.o I suppose y'all weren't close enough to rush him while he was shooting or something xd

Oh nooo

Nahh there'll be proof in some way

The gun or the cameras or something

OOP Athena go off

Nahh bro I don't think you will-

HOLY CRAP!!! OH GOSH GO OFF SIR!!! THE SHIV :DDDD 🥳🥳🥳 :OOOO!!!!

AMAZING LOL

SHIV THE CROTCH MY GOSH :OOO

Yelled that out loud y'all XDD

YESSSS

NIICE MAN

? OH FINALLY SHIVVED SOMEONE L O L

Ohh right shanked

FINALLY SHANKED SOMEONE LOL

Good for you man xD seems like one of those typical jail experiences

Gotta have it, especially to be able to relate to anyone 🥰 xD

Oh gosh thank goodness this is all over lol

Now let's get out of here xD

[swearingcactus]

NIBBLES NOOOO pls, I'm intrigued xDD

once again i'd like to put a disclaimer this one's a sad one despite having nibbles on the title :'D i answered with a previous snippet of it here, but here's another snippet of it! (also written before the whole date update happened, so kerry's never been to V's place in this one for now)

His holo rang, and V jumped, cringing again at the spike of pain in his abdomen as he did. He glanced at the holo image, and swallowed uneasily when he saw it was Kerry. He swipes to answer.  “Fucking vo–wait. Wait, V! You answered!” Kerry cried out, going from annoyance to surprise. He sits up properly on a sofa, V takes a minute to recognize it’s the one in his villa. “Holy fuck, I’ve been trying to get to you for days!”  V suppressed a wince, “Been busy.”  “Yeah, I, uh. Heard.” Kerry says, suddenly looking like he hadn’t expected the awkwardness of the situation. “You heard?” V asked, frowning. “Yeah, from Rogue.” Ah. V had called Rogue first thing in the clinic, once he was sort of lucid, to tell her Johnny was gone. He thought he kinda owed it to her, though it was probably leftover regrets from Johnny who always felt like he owed something to Rogue. Figures she’d tell Kerry. Or Kerry had called her up to get to the bottom of things. You never really quite know with those two. “Not like I couldn’t figure it out if she didn’t tell me, media blasted your footage once they got their hands on it.” Kerry added.  “Really, my face?” V asked, rather surprised. If it had, he doubted he could be walking around pretty idly so far.  “Nah, blurred face. But who else wears that prehistoric looking jacket around?” V felt a smile tried to tug at his lips, and was surprised that it didn’t manage to bloom on his face.  “How, uh, how’s it going?” Kerry asked, in a way that made it clear he doesn’t really enjoy being on this end of the conversation.  “Well,” V says, using his knees to support himself standing up, decided to just buy both tuna cans “It’s going.”  Kerry looked dismayed at his lackluster answer but tried another route stubbornly, “Right, uh. You look like you could use some drinks and a night out. What say you–” “Not allowed to drink right now.” V cuts in, not really having any energy to explain further, he rings up his items, forking eddies to the cashier who doesn’t seem to care, popping a bubblegum lazily at him. “Oh. Dang. Well, we could spend the night in instead. Ooh, hey, have you watched the final season of Little Big Corporat? I swear, this shit depletes brain cells but it’s actually addicting, I’m–” “Kerry,” V cuts him off again, “I gotta go, I have to feed Nibbles.” Kerry blinked at him, “Who?” “Nibbles. You know, Nibbles, my cat? I sent you a pic of her once?” “You have a cat…? What– oh, wait, yeah, I remember now, the one that looks like a rat.” “She doesn’t look like a rat,” V says, for the first time tone rising defensively. “Look, V. I know, it’s… Look, I’ve been there, okay, with the whole Johnny being dead…thing.” Kerry says, and glancing at Kerry’s face at the holo, it looked like he’s chewing sawdust to say it, “Anyway, I just don’t think you should be alone right about now–” V couldn’t stand to hear him anymore, “I’m not alone, I got Nibbles, and I gotta go. I’ll call you wh–” When I feel better? When I’m not dying? When what? “I’ll call you.” V corrects himself sharply, and he hung up.

despite my disdain of lil v's one way ticket to being alone, i always like making kerry as bad therapist and lil v as an even worse therapy avoider. ty for asking!!