#Time to do some research on glitter bombs

[chaoticwriting]

New Gotham Rouge

Okay, in Danny's defense, it sounds like a very good idea when he thought about it. Danny is currently laying on top of the clocktower looking at the smog filled sky. A few stars can be seen occasionally while he is staring and thinking about his decision.

When Danny is outed as Phantom. He ran away as his parents tried to capture and cut him open. He hid in a nearby cave for a few days as he thought of what to do when he suddenly had a brilliant idea. Let's fake his own death!

Danny stole a few parts and materials around Amity Park and made a makeshift bomb and rushed towards the GIW base. He freed all the ghosts and made a cinematic scene of exploding himself thus taking the whole building with him.

Danny also sends the ghost to set up a few bombs in his house after making sure Jazz, Sam and Tucker are not there. Just as he 'exploded' himself, the house also exploded destroying the portal and all the remaining research paper about anything ghost related.

Danny dove into the ground as the explosion distracted everyone and chose one direction to fly towards. A few hours later, he found himself in Gotham and surprisingly there is a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham. He flies around invisible while looking for a place to stay and he lands on the clocktower to rest after flying for so long.

Now, Danny doesn't know what he should do because he realizes one key component in staying alive for him. Obsession. Contrary to popular belief (Sam), his obsession is not protection. It is love. Love as in any act of love will fulfill his obsession. Him protecting his town is an act of love towards his town people. Him loving and studying space is an act of love towards himself. Him not taking revenge against his family and people that wrong him is an act of love towards humanity.

So, long story short, he needs to find a way to fulfill his obsession. He is laying on top of the clocktower and suddenly a very good idea comes into his mind.

A few weeks later

-Batcave-

Dick: Are you still searching for the glitter thief?

Tim: Yes. And it's driving me insane how little clue there is of this thief. I even tried asking Selina and even she is impressed by this thief's MO.

Steph: Are you sure you need to be stressing about this thief? It's probably a group of kids stealing glitters just because they can.

Tim: Are you telling me a group of kids can do a heist better than Selina? And this thief or group of thieves for some reason only stole biodegradable paint and glitters from all across the city without us finding where they store them? There must be something I am missing.

Suddenly, an alert appears at the batcomputer and catches everyone's attention. A live broadcast is showing Joker standing in front of a switch as Commissioner Gordon hanging from a rope on top of a pool of acid. Every single batfam suits up and rushes into Gotham to find the Joker before anything can happen.

Joker: Hahahaha. Good evening Gotham and Bats! Today, I have a dear friend of yours playing my game. In front of me is a switch to activate a time bomb that will explode a whole district if not dismantled. You have 20 minutes to dismantle the bomb and with every minute that passes, I will slowly lower the Commissioner into the pool of acid.

Joker then walks slowly towards the switch and flips it.

Joker: Your time starts now! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Batman and the crew rushes towards Gotham as they turn Gotham upside down for the bomb. 5 minutes passed and they become desperate enough that they even roped in some of the rogues like Penguin, Harley, Ivy and Croc. But no matter what they do, they can't find the bomb.

Just as the last minute passes, everyone expects a big explosion engulfing Gotham. Except there is no sound at all. In fact, it is eerily quiet. Everyone turns on Joker live broadcast to see even the man is confused. He turns around and sees Gordon having his feet inside the pool of acid like nothing is happening.

Suddenly a giggle appears. Everyone that hears the giggles starts to get goosebumps as suddenly, a kid with a half clown facemask at the bottom of his face, a green leather jacket, black jeans and white hair appears behind Joker. His hands are holding his stomach as his giggles turn into laughter that is eerily similar to Joker.

???:Hello everyone. I am Trickster. And I am here to crash the party.

Everyone: ????

Trickster: Hehehe, it's so funny to see everyone's confused expression. But no worries I am here to have fun. See, I even have your toys with me.

The Trickster phases his hand into his body and pulls out a very familiar brick. He throws it to Joker and the Joker runs away screaming and trips on his feet falling down the stairs.

The Trickster: Hahahahaha. Do you see his face? Hahaha. Oh boy, I should have recorded this. Hey this is a live stream right? Someone clip that. Anyway, I have defused the bomb. And the acid isn't actually acid. It's just colored water with a light beam at the bottom. I still can't believe he doesn't check the acid pool first.

The Trickster then goes towards Gordon and pulls him down from the rope. After Gordon touches the ground, he unties him and pats Gordon's shoulder.

Trickster: Well I guess this is good enough for the apology.

Gordon: Apology?

Trickster: *Rubbing his neck* Yeah, about that. I was the one that glitter bombed your office last week. I mistook your office for another corrupt policeman and accidentally placed it on your desk. I am also technically the cause of you getting caught today. In my defense, you shouldn't startle me like that.

Gordon: Wait, you're the kid that punched me.

Trickster: I'm not a kid. I'm 16. Plenty old if you ask me. Whatever, here is your phone. Go call Batman to pick you up. I want to go back to sleep after having fun tonight. Adios.

Gordon: Wait-

Trickster then disappears into thin air like he is never there in the first place. If not for his phone in his hand and later confirmation from everyone that watched the live stream, Gordon might have admitted himself into Arkham.

That is merely the start of the many incidents involving Gotham's newest rogue the Trickster.

[medical-anon-whau]

Heya!

@bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

I've got another life update for everyone. Per suggestions, I was able to ask the Ultramarine how I should dress when meeting with the person in charge, and dressed accordingly, which was semi-formal. I had to run out real quick to get an appropriate pair of dress shoes before the meeting, but I managed alright.

I was rather surprised that Stalker did, in fact, show up to the meeting, but it'd definitely possible that they contacted him via Mysterious Astartes Methods. He accused me of a number of things, and here are the list of "charges"

1) aiding and abetting a "Fallen" Dark Angel

2) refusing to allow an Interrogator Chaplain to complete his sanctioned duties

3) defacing astartes armor (Jerk is still covered in glitter. I have the paint and glitter bombs on my person right now in case be pulls some more nonsense)

4) Colluding willingly with an Alpha Legionnaire to torment a Loyal Astartes

5) Distracting A Dark Angel during the course of his duties.

Now, I'm no law expert, but I figured he might pull some letitigous bullshit and have been doing some research on my own. I wasn't entirely sure what the Ultramarine Base Commander was going to say in response, but I pointed out that;

1) In the country that I am living in and so are they, the lawful government does not, to my knowledge, recognize the authority of Astartes Chaplains when it comes to crimes accused or actual committed by an astartes BEFORE THEY CAME TO EARTH

2) they did not involve local law enforcement before attempting to take the Fallen in question who has been the primary caretaker for a chronically ill and weakened human in good faith for the better part of a decade. I also got statements from both the human and their neighbors about the character of the Fallen and his daily activities, as well as from my patient's family

3) he has been harassing and willfully intimidating me with the intent to scare - which are both actual crimes - for over two months now. I have been keeping as accurate an account of each instance and brought a copy of that journal with me to the meeting (I have several copies of all the information I brought with me, in case Jerk tries anything. I also left this Intel with both Fallen and the Alpharii) for the base commander or whoever to read through at their convenience.

4) talking with other people who he's also deliberately antagonizing to try and get him to stop is not a crime, and the Alpha Legionnaire (I did not reveal that I know for a fact there are at least three of them in that house - more about the third Alpharius later) is concerned for the long term effects the stress of Jerk tormenting me will have on the care I'm able to provide to his sickly patient, and had suggestions on how to get Jerk to back off when I asked for them.

5) I JUST WANT HIM TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND STOP HARASSING FAMILY OF MY PATIENTS! JUST FUCK OFF!

Noooot that I deliberately cursed Jerk in front of the base commander. I almost cussed him out several times though. The giant fucker is tapdancing on my last nerve.

The base commander was quiet and seemed thoughtful at the gathered evidence I had provided for him. He began talking in a language I don't understand, and Jerk periodically answered back. He started getting agitated the longer the Mystery Talk went on.

A half hour of conversation I did not understand later and the base commander said that he was going to be restricting Ghaliel (Jerk's Actual Name, apparently) to base for the next month, and to report him if he breaks his restriction.

That was two days ago. So far, Jerk hasn't been trying to scare me... I was also able to speak with one of the Librarians after the meeting with the base commander.

Apparently, I have a weak bond with an astartes. I really hope it's with one of the Alpharii. They're fun, playful and caring.

Oh right! The third Alpharius!

I happened to stumble across all three of them whispering to each other, the day before I was gonna meet with the base commander, during my shift with their human family member. I'm pretty sure they did that on purpose, as alpharius number 3 handed me the last of the character testimonies I was hoping to get for Fallen in exchange for two glitter-paint bombs.

I don't want to k ow what he plans on doing with them, his cackling was terrifying.

[blade-that-was-broken]

For This You Were Born AU Notes

Just a couple of notes for my au following For This You Were Born au. Feel free to ask any questions.

It took JD years to fully recover from the injuries he sustained during the escape. He's got a large scar under his glove on his hand from the blade and mild hand tremors. He has burns scattered everywhere, mostly his arms and back. There is also a large scar that runs along his face and over the corner of his mouth. It was a miracle it didn't affect his eyesight.

Branch learned very quickly he could get what he wanted from people with a really cute expression. He used this a lot to help get people to agree with JD, although JD didn't always know he was doing it.

Branch is generally a very quick learner but also quickly realized JD does not like accepting help so he tries to do things in smaller ways, sneakily.

JD's hair is sensitive due to the sure and so he does not use it as often as normal trolls would. He keeps his hair shorter than most trolls ever would for easy care and maintenance.

During their research and planning to leave the city, they do discover the existence of other troll tribes and know they will have to journey through a few of them.

Branch struggles with not calling JD dad. He's the only family he's known since he was very young, and he has been raising him practically as such. He does have a subconscious fear it is dangerous (see Chp. 3) but this is deep down and he doesn't really consciously realize it is a fear. The conscious part of him is scared on how JD will react. He has slipped up before and convinces himself JD didn't hear or didn't catch it (he did, he just didn't care)

JD has it stuck in the back of his mind, a partial mindset from the time where he had accepted his doomed fate, that he is not going to survive to see his brothers again.

Some people do know JD killed a Bergen but no one would turn him in, especially considering what the Bergen was planning. JD doesn't like to talk about it, mostly because he blames himself for Marsha dying.

Some people think JD is a cripple or a bounty hunter.

Branch doesn't know about the secret spikes in JD's glove or the glitter bombs he has learned to make. JD isn't an explosive expert by any means but he knows more than most.

JD was frighteningly protective of Branch when he was a baby. He has cooled down a bit but he's still fairly protective. He also doesn't talk much as he used to. Part of it might have to do with the scar that goes over his mouth. He is also more prone to jumping into violence.

Branch is a bottomless pit of learning and JD struggled to get him materials to consume, as he tried to make things age appropriate. He never entirely let this go but he became more lenient on what he let Branch consume knowledge wise.

Branch is a bit of a perfectionist and wants to know as much as he possibly can about a task or a subject before finalizing it. JD taught him to always keep improving and this has manifested into some perfectionism.

Branch made his own goggles after years of borrowing his brother's for projects and eye protection. Well, he mostly made adjustments. JD got them for him.

Branch is scared of the dark and his goggles have little lights on them.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Some fluff for you to write. Sorry if you have done this request, or something similar,before.

What gifts/trinkets/random items do the M6 give MC and how does MC react? Also, what does MC do with the gifts they are given and do they ever give gifts back?

The Arcana HCs: Gift giving

~ thank you for the ask anon! Here's your fluff, and thank you for the smiles it brought me writing it - brainrot ~

Julian

What he gives you:

His gifts lean wildly into his creative and romantic side

He's not trying to give you something practical, he's trying to give you something that shows you his love

Bouquets of flowers, original pieces of poetry, a relic of his childhood in Nevivon that he wanted to share with you

He's also the most likely to give intangible gifts, like a song on his vielle or a daily recitation of famous love struck monologues

Every now and then it'll be a weird combination of a gift and his questionable medical research

Why exactly do you need to follow this oatmeal bathing regimen for the next week? You appreciate the oats, but ...

What you give him:

Julian doesn't really care whether a gift is practical or not. If it tells him that you love him and were thinking about him, it's perfect

Sometimes it's you coming home from errands with a refill of his favorite coffee grounds when he didn't ask for them

Sometimes it's a flower that looked pretty

Asra

Sometimes it's returning his letters and songs with a few bars of your own

Sometimes it's even finding a famous love scene in a play and agreeing to perform it with him. Without an audience of course

What they give you:

The best word you could use is eclectic

Sometimes his nurturing instincts kick in and they'll come home with a satchel full of foraged goods, each item carefully selected to meet a need

Sometimes it's the most random, outlandish thing but looking at it made him think of your smile, so here it is!

Your shop and kitchen are never lacking for inventory or cravings

On the other hand, you're not sure when to use the bath bomb designed to dye your whole body blue

Or the potion that'll make your skeleton glow in the dark, to the point that it is visible through your skin

Or the bidet shaped flamethrower

What you give them:

Giving him gifts is a struggle. He's so contented with having you in his life there's not much else to give him besides yourself

You're still not sure if you should have enabled him with that one glitter bomb. Nadia still spots pieces of it in the palace ceilings and tapestries

However, if it is weird and wonderful or an abomination that aspires to be either of those things, they will light up

A foreign delicacy consisting of ingredients you've never heard of before? A skirt with so many prisms sewn onto it it turns its wearer into a rainbow power source as soon as they step outside?

Nadia

Gift giving is one of her favorite ways to show love. Be prepared, you're going to need a lot of closet space

Gifts can range from a simple "here's an extra jeweled earring that matches my hair piece" to "I've called the palace merchants and tailors to give you a wardrobe overhaul"

The reason she's able to spoil you like this is because she's a Countess with plenty of resources and staff at her bidding

Which is why the most precious gift she can give you is her time

She tries to do this once a week, and you'll know it's time when Chandra appears with a little invitation to tea in her tower

Tea time is the highlight of your week. It's several hours of no distractions and nothing to do but give and receive each other's love

What you give her:

It was quite intimidating at first. What do you give the woman who has everything?

The thing is, she doesn't. There are so many places you can go and things you can experience that she has to move mountains to enjoy with you

So you bring the streets to the palace. Hearty pub food from the Rowdy Raven. Brightly painted wooden tops and puppets from the street corners. And of course, Selasi's pumpkin bread

Each gift makes her grin. To her, they are a taste of your world and she adores them. She's made a secret "museum of commonalities" to store your trinkets

Muriel

What he gives you:

Gifts aren't as much of a frequent thing from him, but not because he doesn't think to do it

It's because everything he gives you is painstakingly thought out and prepared

He spent weeks making the perfect walking stick for you. Selecting the branch, curing the wood, shaping it to your height and grip, sanding it smoother than silk, covering it in the most beautiful and meaningful carvings, giving it the perfect stain and finish ...

And then leaving it quietly by the door next to his with no further indication that it was a really special present and invitation for you to join him on his normally solitary walks

The same goes for the tray he brings you breakfast on with "I love you" carved into it, or the cape he made you from a pelt he spent weeks trapping for

What you give him:

"Unnecessary" but enjoyable things from the city. Meeting you was the start of his shift from surviving to living, and you like to capitalize on that

You have a spice cupboard in the hut now, which you keep stocked

You made him a pillow stuffed with feathers that the chickens donated

You also found myrrh scented shampoo (he'd been using bar soap on his head) and that day he fell in love with you all over again

Portia

What she gives you:

So. Many. Baked. Treats.

She and Selasi have a friendly rivalry over who can make your favorite baked good

(They also trade baking tips but that doesn't belong in this headcanon)

She also likes to present you with her own versions of trophies from war

This could be the feather she took off the chamberlain's hat when he annoyed her, or the last slice of cake she had to armwrestle one of the foot soldiers for, or a piece of fruit she bargained down to a brilliant price

Because she's more acts of service oriented, gifts from her aren't frequent enough to be predictable unless she knows it's how you like to be treated. You might get three in a day and then go weeks without receiving anything in that way

What you give her:

Practical items, but more luxurious than what she would get for herself

She grew up to be generally self sufficient for a reason. She keeps her own garden, manages her own clothes, uses the library to educate herself, etc

So if you show up with some fancy skin cream and a hair mask? Some leave in conditioner for her curls? The silk skirt she was admiring in the shop window?

Lucio

She'll be hesitant to accept such nice things, but she'll light up every time she uses or wears them and give you a kiss

She will also make them last for months

What he gives you:

This is a sore point for him. Back when he was count, he could snap his fingers and you'd be covered in gold and jewelry and silks and furs and magical trinkets

But now he's a humble journeyman. Which he doesn't mind, it's a good life, but he can't spoil you like he wants to

The first time he learned the satisfaction of saving up for something and then buying it was to get you a leather satchel that wouldn't ruin your shoulders or back

It was a test of his patience, but the look on your face when he gave it to you and the way you thanked him when the day ended and you weren't in pain made him feel ten feet tall

He doesn't always have the patience to save up like that, but it's not uncommon for him to get you something small and lightweight that the area you're traveling through specializes in

What you give him:

He counts a lot of what you already do for him as gifts. Your companionship, your cooking skills, your moral guidance

But something he's always admired in others is the use of magic. If you give him any item either made with magic or boosted by it, he's like a kid on Christmas

His favorite is the earring with some of your magic stored in it so you can track him

(Does this make him a backpack leash kid? Absolutely. Is he proud of it? Yes.)

[where-dreamers-go]

Imagine: Gabriel encouraging you to set boundaries with Dean and Sam.

Warnings: Mentions of weapons and violence.

~~~

Grumbling, you pivoted to face the couch.

Gabriel had appeared and taken a seat.

"Hi."

"What's up? I could hear you waring out the floor from the other side of the planet."

"I'm fine."

He gave you a pointed look and a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, fine." You relented. "I'm annoyed with them. They're giving me all research and....talking to creepers. And if I see one more vampire, I'll.... I'll...." You clenched your fists.

"Use an axe? Cover that Twilight book in holy water and turn it into a weapon? Use silver to make glitter bombs?"

"THAT." Your pacing continued. "Because I'm obviously uncomfortable with some things and... I need to set boundaries. Now. Right now."

"Do it."

"I will. The second either of them walk through that door--"

The doorknob rattled before opening. On cue, the two figures of Sam and Dean walked in wearing their dress-up suits of their latest cover.

"Hey," Sam greeted you with a smile.

"What's he doing here?" Dean asked, pointing to the archangel.

"He's my witness." You stated. Perhaps too seriously.

Sam's eyebrows pinched together.

The brothers looked between one another.

"Did you kill someone?" Dean asked.

"Not yet," Gabriel muttered.

You cleared your throat.

"I'm not going to talk to the cashier or the bar owner." You placed your fists on your sides. "They both make me extremely uncomfortable and there's no reason either of you shouldn't do it instead."

"Half of this town is strange. What's the difference?" Dean asked.

"They look at me like I'm a piece of meat in a shop window th--."

"That's specific," Gabriel interrupted.

You glanced over to the archangel and added, "The cashier winked at me enough that I thought it was a tick. But at the same time they're trying to sell me on how people like going there. I never asked."

"This is exactly why you're the one questioning them." Dean declared and walked over to grab a drink.

"We should talk about it," Sam said.

Gabriel raised his hand.

"Yeah. Who's the cashier? Where do they work? And how many winks are we talking?"

You let out a huff. "This is going everywhere and nowhere at once."

"Agreed." Sam nodded.

"I might need that axe later..."

"Why?"

"Because I'm now eighty percent sure those creeps are vampires."

[talismns]

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴:/// 𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗛. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: alive.

(  kathryn newton  .  cis woman  .  she/her  )  .    ⸻  wendy walsh  ,  a  twenty-six  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  her entire life, until college  .  the  gregarious  is  known  for  being  energetic  and  dramatic  and  is  often  associated  with  smiling at strangers, pink lipstick kisses on a napkin with your phone number, and wild, unruly hair  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  a volunteer at red creek library,  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  [SIRENS BLARING].

𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦.

full name. wendy lillian walsh age & birthday. 26 & september 28 astrology. libra sun, leo moon, aquarius rising sexuality. bisexual hometown. red creek, mi current residence. san francisco, ca traits. charming, energetic, sharp, dramatic, apprehensive, sensitive mbti. enfj-a, the protagonist alignment. neutral good temperament. sanguine references. erin quinn ( derry girls ), rachel green ( friends ), sutton brady ( the bold type ), andie anderson ( how to lose a guy in 10 days )

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬.

finn’s intro did a good job summarizing some of this stuff but if you want the long-winded version, then you came to the right place <3

wendy and finn are the luckiest mfers on the planet with the parents they got. henry and thea are kind, patient, generous, supportive, and about every other adjective you could think of when you’re trying to describe the world’s most perfect parents. like must be nice 😐 naturally, wendy grows up pretty fearless. she’s not afraid to ask questions, not afraid of laughing too loud — not afraid of being annoying, i mean. you can imagine what happens when she starts school :/

kids are mean! and wendy’s teeth are a little too big for her mouth, and her hair’s a little too big for her head, and she wants the gold star in every lesson every day forever, so she’s an easy target if i’ve ever seen one :/ the bullying is pretty severe, and wendy doesn’t have thick skin the way finn does. it doesn’t slide off of her. for most of her elementary school years, she comes home crying at least once a week. her parents try their best to console her, and even offer to speak to her teachers for her, but wendy knows that it’ll just be more ammunition to be used against her. so she just deals. she can fight her own battles! ( she cried on the grass every day during recess </3 )

middle school is probably the seventh circle of hell, and wendy is no exception. to make things worse, she got braces 😐 all this to say, despite the bullying, and despite how much of it wendy took to heart, she still never really backs down from being herself. she’s still the most eager student in every class, still the first to raise their hand at a question. and you bet your ass people hated her for reminding the teacher about the project presentations everyone was supposed to do. she spent all weekend researching her topic and making models! of course she wants to present! her room can’t have looked like a glitter bomb exploded in there for nothing

and now we get to high school where we really start cooking with gas. it’s a classic summer transformation. wendy hits puberty, her braces come off, she figures out how to manage her curly hair— it’s still curly, it just doesn’t look like a rat’s nest anymore. the teasing stops almost instantaneously. she gets asked on a date for the first time and wendy is so surprised, she says no. after the initial shock though, wendy begins to lean into it. she joins the cheerleading team, and begins to run around with that crowd. it isn’t her only focus though. she’s still her. so she’s in a million extracurriculars on top of juggling her now flourishing social life. her calendar’s a nightmare of sticky notes and color coded events. even her naps are planned. once she said “pencil you in” to finn and he flipped her off

all of it pays off though because she graduates with a near flawless gpa and is accepted into the university of san francisco with a full ride <3 she’s been in sf ever since because a year after graduating, she was offered her dream job with her dream company yay <3

( cancer tw ) wendy comes back to red creek frequently enough, usually at least the holidays and then she tends to try and make a few trips throughout the year but only for a week at a time. with her mom sick though, wendy’s taken a leave of absence at her job to be with her family and her beloved apartment is currently being subleased. so that’s why she’s back womp womp

terrible timing too because even though finn is happy to use the murders as a distraction, wendy is absolutely not like that. she LIKES her boring small town where nothing happens. she wants nothing to happen everywhere forever!!!!

𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬.

wendy’s full of a lot of life. she’s charming and bright and eager; one could argue that as a first impression, it can be a bit much. despite how extroverted she is though, she’s not too quick to trust people. she rarely trusts her first impression, having been all too familiar with a kind gesture or a smile being used as bait for something more sinister. she’ll trust her second though, and wendy doesn’t do anything without putting her whole heart into it. still, she’s the type who puts her career first— who lets everything fall to second position in her pursuit for success. she’s not really a #girlboss by any means, it’s just her favorite type of validation.

i think wendy tries as hard as she can to be kind to people and most of the time she does succeed! my sweet girl <3 she does have a bit of a superiority complex though and can think of herself as better than others and sometimes it rly shows :/ but for the most part wendy is never really mean spirited, she can just come off a bit arrogant sometimes. which, can you blame her. she tries harder than anyone else and literally always busts her ass

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦.

songs. rock with you ( michael jackson ), you're so vain ( carly simon ), vintage ( niki ) movie. notting hill show. sex and the city book. black swan, eve babitz season. summer color. pink

she has a little beagle named blue ☹️ and she brought her with him to red creek. he is not well behaved <3

funny combination of incredibly high standards but also desperate for love. she'll go on a date with anyone who gives her even the slightest bit of validation but it takes her soooo much to actually commit bc she's too picky lmao

very much an article girly 🫶 she has a subscription to the ny times, and i’m not joking she starts her day off with matcha and an article she’s also always sending articles to people, it’s her love language!!!

terrible terrible lightweight. will be under the table two shots in. but also an aggressive drunk who wants to fight everyone even though she's tiny and HAS gotten kicked out of bars for her behavior. also very prone to getting hurt while drinking. because she’s aggressive while drunk

sorority girl 😭 she joined during her second year of college and it’s where she met a lot of her closest college friends. the connections she made in it also helped her secure her current job !!

gets white coat syndrome. she’s still pretty good about getting a check up once a year but she dreads doing it and cannot stand the sight of blood or gore. it makes her queasy

wendy’s all time favorite show is sex and the city!!! she loves the girls, and she always tells people she can’t wait for her thirties when she can be in her satc era. and carrie bradshaw is the one who inspired her to embrace her natural curls <3

𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦.

playlist. / pinterest.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - thirty-five | what a feeling

You were glad that security didn’t randomly decide to stop you because they would have asked a bunch of questions, such as: why do you have a bunch of tools that look like you’re planning on building a bomb? Or sabotaging an elevator? Or driving a bus over 55 mph for most of a movie starring Keanu Reeves? Or doing some other heinous act?

And then you’d have to explain that - like a lot of musicians - you liked a particular set of pickups, and you liked replacing them yourself, and you liked your tools, and you were going to be a goblin and take them all the way from your house to your job just to do it. Would it have been easier to take the bass home and do it?

Who the fuck knows? Maybe.

But it wouldn’t be nearly as fast.

You had to stop yourself from skipping at the thought of a new instrument as you walked down the hall to the studio, where you knew your bass would be, shiny and brand new.

You walked into the recording room to find no one inside. Surprising. Unsurprising was finding your bass on the table as Maddox said he had left it.

You smiled and put your stuff down quickly, excited like a kid on christmas. You always loved getting a new instrument, and you loved pulling it apart even more.

You ripped open the box hurriedly, getting stabbed by one of the extra large staples that held it shut. But that didn't deter you since you had all your shots and tetanus couldn’t touch you. You put your finger in your mouth to clean the blood.

You pulled the bass out and turned it around. A classic Fender Precision Bass in a sparkling custom sage green color. Something sturdy for the many hours it would be played on hundreds of tracks in the future. Such a beautiful color, such lovely flecks that made it glitter in the light, you had researched for hours and already knew what it was going to sound like…

Now to take it apart.

You took your bag of bass-modding tricks out of your backpack and opened it. Whoever invented the battery powered electric drill was a genius. You revved it for no one in particular: the sound of fun. You made short work of all the screws that held the pickguard on and set them aside; you’d need them for the new pickguard you bought. You checked the potentiometers as you pulled them out of their holes on the pickguard. You were thankful that the manufacturers hadn’t cut the wires too short, since that always made them a pain in the ass when it came time to put the whole thing back together. In your mind, you thanked whoever cut the wires, what an absolute gem of an individual. The soldering looked good, that was always a good sign; nothing worse than having bad soldering come apart in the middle of playing a song.

Too bad you had to get rid of it, you smiled to yourself. A+ for soldering though, whoever did it, they had done a really good job. Nice and clean.

You took out the new pickguard you had and unwrapped it. You had actually had it sitting in the bottom of your closet for a while now since you bought it on a whim and had no bass to put it on. It was a purple faux mother of pearl number that reflected the light beautifully and would look gorgeous against the sage green body of this bass. You pulled the knobs off the potentiometers, put them through the pickguard, put the knobs back on, and unsoldered the spots where the wires of the pickups were soldered to the potentiometers. You were glad the ventilation in the room was so good and hoped that no one got mad at you for doing this. With the potentiometers unsoldered and cleaned up, you set it aside so you could fuck with the pickups. Easy peasy.

You unboxed the pickups you bought and looked them over, unwrapping the wires so they were straight and put them down. You - as carefully as you could - took the factory pickups out of the bass, and held them up against each other. There was a marked difference, you felt. You rooted in your bag of stuff for the multimeter you brought with you. You were always curious about this kind of thing: you checked the voltage of the factory pickups… 10.35k ohms, that was pretty normal. And you checked your new ones… 10.67. Little bit better. But while the magnets in the factory ones had wider diameters, the ones you bought were heavier.

You laughed to yourself. Time for it’s glow up.

Of course you were going to replace them.

Your phone, having sat on the table this whole time, inert, lit up with a message.

You laughed. Of course he had a crush on Jennifer Beals as a kid. Of course.

You got back to your bass, you were almost done.

You took the screws that came in the box and screwed the new ones into place and soldered their wires to the potentiometers. It was excruciatingly difficult to wait patiently for it to cool, you were excited to see it all put back together and be able to play it. After a few minutes of waiting, you put the new pickguard back and screwed it on. You put all the strings back, and grabbed the small amp by the wall and plugged it in: it made noise, so you were successful, now you just needed to tune it.

Whatever many minutes of tuning later, you could finally play it and played a song.

Someone knocked on the door.

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[empty-blog-for-lurking]

Kuron lance and allura for the headcanon thing(if that's not too many lol)

Kuron-

Headcanon A: realistic

After that time on the ice planet he started keeping extra water pouches and snacks with him at all times

He does not like the smell of burning meat

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

He enjoyed being a paladin in monsters and mana so much he was planning to cosplay his character when he got back home :)

Also pretty decent at cooking and uses it to make fun of Shiro

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

He had even picked up some cloth he could use for cosplay, it got blown up with the castle since no one thought to pick it up with him being yknow

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

CLASSIC LIT NERD!KURON FOR THE WIN!!!!

Lance-

Headcanon A: realistic

Knows a Guy™ for everything, like even the most random and specific ass situations he just Knows someone who can get them out.

Also big fan of point and click puzzle games, and is getting pretty good at it too

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

His grandma taught him how to shoot as well as other things like administrating first aid, carjacking, how to read and write in code, impersonation, 5 different language etc. When asked why she just said "for the future" and didnt elaborate

Lance and Hunk once pretended to be toxic-couple-fighting-in-public-and-making-a-scene as a distraction for Galra long enough for the others to complete the mission

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Because of the entire died-but-revived and altean marks thingy he will either end up dying slowly or has extended life and is going to outlive almost all of his friends and loved ones :)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

I have said this before but i'll say it again cause this is my favourite hc. I do not care what canon or fanon says but Lance is bi with shittiest taste in men. It's alright my boy, i perceive you, i know you have kissed men and i know they all fucking sucked.

Lance went on spy missions while the entire time Lotor was staying in castle and Keith was gone

Allura-

Headcanon A: realistic

She really doesnt like healing pods, or going to sleep and first thing she does after waking up is check the date and time

Also she would have loved glitter bath bombs

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

She loves building pillow forts. Lance and Hunk showed her how to make one and that is now her go to stress relief

Also she knows how to play an altean equivalent of a hurdy gurdy but like can only play altean equivalent of Wonderwall

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

As a little kid she used to look upto Zarkon and Honerva. You know how little kids have these adult figures (not parents) they really wanted to impress? That was Zarkon and Honerva

As a kid she was much more interested in Diplomacy and altean martial arts than in alchemy despite being naturally gifted with it because she thought the lessons were too boring. She regretted than when she woke up 10000 years later

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

She was researching on altean alchemy even before Lotor showed up to feel a bit closer to her culture

Technically she can pilot any lion because of her bond with them i do not care what canon says

[codemagister]

"Sneakers that's my ankle let gO-"

Vera limped into the kitchen. Sneakers was clinging to her ankle, making it very difficult for her to walk normally. She approached the food replicator and the cat finally let go of her ankle, instead beginning to paw at the machine. The young Time Lord gave her feline adversary an unamused glare.

"...Little menace won't let me do anything without making it difficult for me... What did you want to talk about, dad?"

( @veratheforgetful )

He snickered slightly from where he stood at the counter, half finished bowl of some sort of batter on the side, along with a few ingredients scattered about.

"He loves you, that's why."

He paused his mixing for a moment, then turned to her.

"As you know, the Console is... very damaged, I believe the High Council shot... something at us as we were leaving in attempts to prevent us from leaving, but I'd already sent us into flight as it hit, I can't see any other way she would have got so damaged so quickly..."

He sighed, turning back to his bowl, plucking up a tub of cooking cocoa powder.

"The coolant was leaking and I managed to patch it up, however I'm going to need a lot of materials we don't have onboard the TARDIS to build what's needed for the repairs... I've made a list so it's just a matter of putting an order in, but... what I need and the amount of it... that's going to be a very large custom order and it will take a while... I do believe we'll be here for a month at minimum."

He poured some of the cocoa powder into the mix and then stirred it in.

"I have been... offered a job from the Brigadier... it's... he wants me to continue creating plans as I had been... but swapping out anything lethal for non-lethal options... like... glitter bombs instead of real ones, I... accepted, it's... well, I- I need something to do and... it's the only thing I'm really good at, my dear... I was struggling to think of what I wanted to do with... well... anything, I suppose... I had been so... focused on destroying and causing harm and I didn't... I didn't know what I wanted to do and... well..."

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"It'll... focus everything on something less... destructive... the Brigadier said it would work out as a training exercise for U.N.I.T... he also plans on keeping it a surprise from the Doctor so it'd be like... a prank, I suppose... I... would you like to help? I have a few ideas for non-lethal bombs, but I wanted to make them look as realistic as possible... no use in doing something half-arsed, hm?"

He grinned.

"Glitter, paint, smoke, flash... I was thinking... something like with the Autons? Could be... fun... I'll have to talk about them swapping out their actual guns for something less deadly, a few ideas there, don't want anyone getting trigger happy..."

He rolled his shoulders and glanced at her.

"I was also going to ask him about a legal Earthern identity as well as adopting you, but... they have surnames here, it's odd to not have one, so, I've researched and picked out a few that'd be fine, but I wanted you to have the last say in it."

He slid a piece of paper over on the countertop towards her.

"I looked through the top 250 most common surnames for the area we're in, have a good look think and get back to me about it before I go talk with him later."

The paper had a small list of surnames scrawled out in his handwriting:

Evans

Jones

Taylor

Moss

Marsh

Bell

May

Bird

Reed

Hunt

[insurguitor]

K so ramble time :D Talkin bout my CJRP anon trio btw

Mkay so! Swimmer! P sure yall already know his appearance but just in case here ya go:

Swimmer is an entity of some sort, basically just. Not human and not something that naturally occurs. They do not have bodily needs! They don't need to eat, drink, breathe, sleep, etc., though they can if they want to. Their clothes are part of their body and they're just all water under everything. Except the glitches and the tail. They are also able to just turn into water, which they do to avoid injury and travel through small spaces. Also their teleportation isn't quite teleporting! They're kinda just converting themself into data and using that to travel, it's just so fast it looks like they teleported. Shut down the internet and they won't be able to "teleport" anywhere. They can also theoretically transport themselves into devices via bluetooth or something like that, though they find it really uncomfortable physically, mentally taxing, and that's just a privacy boundary they're not comfy crossing. Their access to the internet in this way allows them to get a lot of information from a lot of places, though they have a little bit of trouble remembering things they get access to this way.

Disc is a robot! It's very humanoid in appearance and is almost completely black. It has white patches across its body, white hair that reaches down to where their shoulderblades would be, and black sclera with glowing white irises. They also lack a mouth. They have a monotone voice and have extreme difficulty expressing emotions, and they're pretty strong too. They have a photographic memory and use that to their advantage when they research! Most of the time they research human things to figure out how to take care of B-Day. They've ended up as the target of the others' antics more often than not, but they don't really mind as they're pretty harmless. Like Swimmer, they do not have bodily needs. But unlike Swimmer, they are not able to experience them if they wanted to! They mostly stick to keeping everyone out of trouble and keeping an eye on B-Day, though they can get aggressive if something or someone hurts or becomes an active threat to the other two.

B-Day is an ordinary human! No powers, no magic, no special abilities, nothing. They're pretty flexible and extremely good at slight of hand stuff though. They're 9 years old and don't remember much about their birth parents, having lived with the others since they were around 3. They're pretty short and have pastel blue hair that barely reaches their shoulders, blue eyes, and pale skin. Their outfit varies from day to day, but it usually includes a pink bow or two somewhere, their pink rollerskates, and a pair of red aviator sunglasses. They also carry a messenger bag with them when they go out, containing various things they consider "useful," including glitter bombs, party poppers, confetti, tubs of icing, birthday candles, a lighter, and a bag of assorted candies. They have a penchant for chaos and enjoy pranking people. They also get into a lot of goofy antics with Swimmer. and they enjoy messing with Disc's hair, usually braiding it, styling it into a bun or a ponytail, or just putting clips in it. They love baking and celebrating, being the one to plan each of the trio's birthday parties and also assigning Swimmer and Disc birthdays when they discovered that they didn't have one.

Now dynamics! All three pretty much live together now that they're in the anon village. Swimmer and Disc have a big sibling/little sibling relationship and like to do mischief together. Disc makes sure they don't get into trouble and is a sort of caretaker to the others, though it can get parental at times, especially with B-Day. It's pretty much the one doing all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc. B-Day likes to bake and usually does so under the watchful eye of Disc, but they're pretty good at it and skilled enough to bake on their own if they tried to. Swimmer cannot cook for their life and always somehow manages to catch something on fire. They were banned from the kitchen after they somehow managed to burn ice cubes. The trio tend to stick together, but Swimmer is the most prone to leaving the group, regularly wandering off. B-Day also goes off on their own on occasion, usually to prank people or, sometimes, to celebrate someone's birthday. Disc rarely ever breaks off from the group, usually only doing so to tend to or look for something. The trio also go clothes shopping from time to time! Mostly it's for B-Day, but Swimmer will snatch things that peak his interest and will pick out outfits for Disc with the assistance of B-Day. Disc only gets the pants from said outfits, B-Day get the shirts for whatever they plan on using them for. It's a weird tradition they have that I haven't exactly decided the origin for yet.

[peppy-jester]

The way Oz replied to Fizz made him feel odd squeeze in his heart. He really would never hurt Oz on purpose, but unfortunately Fizz was type of a person who'd just go as he had planned things without second guessing his own actions and/or words. It was about to time for him to pay the price of his own actions. And he so was not eager to go back home any time soon. When things got too serious Fizz did not want to take any part of that. He would like to lighten up the mood.

For Chaz, Fizz gave a firm nod as a promise that he would not pull this kind of prank on him. "Okay no more Fun Fact pranks for you, got it". Not that he even knew Chaz that well, the shark himself asked about the cost and Fizz just went with it. He couldn't know that Chaz was so afraid of dept, just like Mammon was.

Robo managed to make chills ran through the jesters spine as he listened him whispering. A discomfort was written all over Fizz's face at that point, he couldn't even give a hug back at his bro. "Damn. . . that's kinda grim, bro" he just shook his head in disbelief, but he knew Robo would make him suffer next time if anything like this happens again.

Then Striker. The discomfort on his face was quickly switched into unimpressed expression as he listened the cowboy. "There is nothing dirty by doing some fact research. I mean maybe for you who can't even handle sexual jokes. Way too easy to distract the fuck outta ya, if my memory serves me correct" he was referring to the day Striker was working for Crimson and the mafia gang and Striker had no way of winning Blitz. The tone of his voice was bit cocky. "At leas I could compete with Blitz on something, can't say same to you, Master Striker" still cocky, but now with a grin on his face.

"Anyway! What now you ask. Well I have good and bad news for you all because I was being dragged here I missed the grand finale of the prank" he paused for a second before pulling out four somewhat big smoke-glitter bombs out of his pockets, now holding those between his fingers like a super villain or something.

"Who wants to see how it ends?"

Robo just dragged FIzz to find the others, not really in the mood to pull his punches with what he said or did with his brother, he was pretty pissed as well.

But when they found them and Fizz walked up, the resunding clang as Robo facepalmed sharply at Fizz just having to sass at Striker filled the air, followed by Striker's chuckles before he sneered slightly.

"Really Clown? You sure seemed to fall for the joke of an idea this shit was okay, and wouldn't hurt the one person who takes your shit without complaint, makes you a fool in my eyes. To put it concisely, your a dick. And not funny in the slightest, most of all today..." Striker said, hissing the title out, leaning on the railing as he gestured to the sin beside him, his mane actually flaring up at that

"Not now Striker... No reason to make this worse..." Ozzie sighed, still not even looking at Fizz, putting his arms over his knees and curling in on himself a bit, Striker just rolling his eyes with a growl, crossing his arms before Fizz actually started apologizing, Ozz looking up slightly when Fizz called his name, but his face still looked utterly depressed and he seemed more focused looking around Fizz then meeting his eyes. Adjusting uncomfortably at what he said.

"I... Love you too... b-but that doesn't change that you did it. That you did... nevermind , we'll just talk about this at home..."Ozzie spoke lowly, looking away with a frown on his face, not sure what else to say to Fizz right now especially in front of his employees.

Chaz perked up when Fizz referred to him, awkwardly chuckling "I mean I've had worse scares in my life, besides I have botched jokes before just don't do it again please..." Chaz said more just to show he understood, not forgave or was ready to forget cause it was really bad scare that was almost triggering but still he didn't want to be angry.

Robo on the other hand openly glared at his brother as he turned to him, tendril like arms crossed, rolling his optics before he smiled, walking up to Fizz and pulling him into a hug oddly enough, before he started glitchily whispered into his ear.

"Well your lucky I told Oz-Ozz before he went in there... I may Love you Bro, but even I see this 'pr-prank' has Mammon wri-written aallll-allllllll over it... So stop taking his shitty prank tips, or else I might need to do something if you keep wrapping me and my bo-boyfriends in em too..." Robo drawled out threatningly before breaking up the hug, a normal smile on his face now as if he hadn't stricken the practical fear of god into his brother, but least he was the only one smiling now, that was something.

And then there was Striker, who glared as well but then huffed at the apology as he rolled his eyes "Yeah don't be surprised if we suddenly go off the grid to avoid this shit next year and least I knew what I was doing, instead of scraping together a plan to make this disaster. Clear your search history Clown, you may be giving Blitz a run for his money with that perverted shit. Striker responded, it wasn't forgiveness, not even close but he didn't seem likely to snap Fizz's neck soon... probably. His tail still looked ready to slap him. Silence hung in the air for a bit before Chaz spoke up.

"Sooooo~ Now what?"

[darkobssessions]

Autism Things: A List

-when you can’t show your work or follow any particular steps unless they make sense to you (or are YOUR specific way of doing things)

-when you can’t look up anything new without it becoming an hours long journey into obscure details, most likely becoming a special interest, and connecting to your life’s work in some way

-along the same vein, when you cannot do the simplest of tasks without overcomplicating it, like turning a shopping spree into a categorisation and research fest, or setting out to do one specific task and ending up labeling and boxing all your belongings

-when you have to prepare for weeks before an outing, and then sleep for weeks when it is done, especially if you have to mask extra hard around the people

-but also getting very vexed if someone changes plans last minute, secretly relieved that the pressure TODAY is gone, BUT now you know it will be looming over you until it does happen

-meltdowns in simple human language are ‘I have gotten hopelessly overloaded and you would do well to clear out of the bomb’s way.’ Maybe next time don’t pressure that they go out somewhere stressful, or dismiss the fact that every single sound is in an orchestra of disharmony?

-speaking of sounds. Every. Single. One. It’s multilayered. The mosquitos chime in, the bed creaks, the neighbours upstairs are having a fight again. In words it is linear, in senses, it is a simultaneous melted cheese cacophony.

-feeling physical pain at that one person’s voice, or that texture that you cannot stand anywhere near you. Toxic chemical smells? Forget it. I see the sensitivity as an app more intricate than those on smart phones for toxic level detection. If we’re wheezing, it’s altering your hormones and chemistry, Karen.

-barometers. That’s the word. It IS too hot in here, and stuffy, and crowded and messy. You think you don’t care but your spirit is suffering.

-keeping a job approximately as long as it takes to burnout. No more and no less.

-doing things the same exact way because THEY WORK. Watching favourite shows again because they also work. The desired outcome is a given. Yes I WILL be watching the Lord of the Rings extended edition for the 5th time. Nowhere near done.

-doing something with our hands while talking and getting very excitable. Probably don’t even notice ourselves doing it. It feels good, and it’s somehow sound solidified.

-giving you compliments and being really nice. Actually is really nice. No agenda.

-getting fooled when people lie and taking everyone at face value unfortunately means a penchant for attracting predatory behaviour. Cannot compute people being mean, selfish or not wanting to hear the truth.

-about the truth. You will hear it. Facts are facts. They don’t care about feelings. Doesn’t make them insensitive. We need rules, people.

-not finishing a task or assignment because you literally collected 200 pages worth of information more than was required. There’s a fuse button in normal human circuits I think? I can’t locate mine. 

-hopping, twirling, swaying, rocking, squeaking, jumping up and down, flapping, are all ways we show that we are super enjoying ourselves. There’s so much energy in the system it starts to escape in patterns, like a glitter storm all around us.

-similarly, an individual who does not go through meltdowns cannot possibly understand the uncontrollable behaviour that comes from being pushed over the edge. Not in a tantrum way, because we are not getting our way. But a collapse. Everything hurts, words and sounds become jumbled, it feels like a panic attack or paralysis. You might see head hitting, punching things, smacking or pinching which are unconscious ways we try to release the stress or manage the overload.

-when we say we are in burnout we do not mean that we are way overworked and just tired for the weekend. This is bed for days, in the dark, no words, no mobility. This is losing function, friends and ability to do basic tasks. 

-that being said, paradoxically incredibly adept and nimble at seemingly impossible and very difficult tasks while being hopelessly poor at various other things, mostly those people usually find a piece of cake. Depends on the person and their skills and special interests. For example delivering a scientific analysis talk without preparation, understanding deeply nuanced subjects, solving complex problems, identifying the errors in any operation. In contrast, could be poor at hygiene, riding the bus or navigating the supermarket, or knowing what to say to new friends.

-no conception actually of the manual of the friendship trajectory. Oversharing on the first date or first meet up? Sure. Best friends after two positive experiences? Yes. Otherwise keeping years long friends at a distance because lacking inner prompts to make things more serious? Also yes. 

-and it goes without saying that the social cues and the ability to unravel the scripts people use to navigate is not the strongest suite.

More to come. 

[lupiiifics]

Prank Wars

Fic #9 posted on AO3 on November 22nd, 2021.

Summary: Jigen and Goemon try to play a prank on Lupin. He answers their call with glitter.

Word Count: 2113

"Hey, Lupin."

"Yes, my dear Goemon?" Lupin leaned over a fresh stack of blueprints, his eyes scanning the pages as he flipped, folded, and memorized them. He was working on the plans for their next heist, and while he didn’t mind when one of his partners bothered him, he wished it wasn’t during the research stage.

Goemon stood just a few feet behind him, blocking much of the light cast by the hallway door. It was currently after midnight, and even with the light on, the room was dark and shadowed.

"Jigen’s asking for you," Goemon said.

Lupin looked back at the samurai, hanging one of his arms over the top of his desk chair. He stared up into Goemon’s face, searching for any sign of deceit. Something wasn't right. He knew this set up like he knew his partners. Normally, when Jigen needed something, he didn’t send Goemon. The only time that seemed to happen, was when they were plotting against him. He couldn't allow that now, could he?

"And why couldn’t he come get me himself?" Lupin asked.

Goemon shrugged. "He was in the middle of something. He simply asked me to retrieve you."

"This isn’t a trick, is it?" Lupin asked.

Goemon shook his head, looking for all the world like that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard. "Why would you ask that?"

Lupin deadpanned. "Because I know you," he said. "You may think you’re slick, but I can see right through you, Goe. It’s written all over your face."

Goemon blushed, looking away as if to hide something. "It is not," he said. "There is no trick."

Lupin grinned at him. He spun his chair around, and stretched his legs as he stood up to leave. "You’re starting a very dangerous game, Mr. Samurai," he took a step toward the doorway and Goemon followed. "Pranks are my specialty, don’t you know?"

"I do not," Goemon said. "Like I said, we are not being deceitful."

"If you say so, Go-go," Lupin led the way to the living room, sure that’s where Jigen was hiding since Goemon didn’t tell him otherwise. He prepared himself for any number of assaults, thumbing the glitter bombs he’d prepared earlier this morning. He’d stashed them in his sleeves for safe keeping, intending to store them later, but they would do for this too. He didn’t know what Jigen had planned, but he did know Goemon was lying. His ears were red for God’s sake— it was a dead giveaway, but he’d go along with it anyway to appease his partners. Besides, what did a few pranks hurt?

There was a flash of something yellow as Lupin opened the door. The moment he saw it, he tried to dodge out of the way, but Jigen was too fast. He was cornered between Goemon and the doorframe. Going right wasn’t his brightest idea, since it meant his shoulder bumped the edge of the door and bounced off so that he landed on the floor. The moment his back made contact, he threw one of the bombs in what he hoped would be the gunman’s direction. Between his eyes was a small suctioned nerf dart. It popped as he pulled it off, a small red circle left to fade on his forehead. He heard the glitter bomb go off a few seconds later, as well as the anguished cries of Jigen Daisuke, covered in bright pink sparkles.

" Goddamn it , Lupin," Jigen said. He sounded angry, though Lupin knew he wasn’t.

Lupin remained in his spot, bursting into delighted laughter the moment Jigen poked his head over the top of the couch. He was absolutely shining with color, the worst places being his face and the front of his suit. There were bright specs of pigment covering Jigen's beard, making him look like some kind of decoration.

He tried in vain to rub the glitter from his cheeks and clothes. It flaked off very slowly, showering Lupin in a thin layer of fairy dust. They could both hear Goemon giggling from the hallway, having taken cover the moment he saw Lupin lob the bomb over the couch.

"You think you’re so funny," Jigen said. He continued scrubbing at the glitter wherever he could find it, but it was no use. The entire living room was as covered as he was. It was almost completely hot pink, the only clean area being behind the couch. It would take them days to get it all cleaned up. "How’d you mix glue into this?"

"Hey, you started it," Lupin said. "I got the glue in there the way I do everything else. Magic."

"Fuck you," Jigen said. "And I started it with a nerf gun. Not explosives ."

"They weren’t deadly explosives," Lupin said. "Just a bit of gunpowder to give it some extra bang. Don’t start wars you can’t finish, Jiji. You should know better than anyone what tricks I have up my sleeves."

"Glitter’s not really your style," Jigen said. He paused, seeming to catch himself. "Or maybe it is."

"Glitter is totally my style," Lupin said. He sat up, and grinned at Jigen from his spot behind the couch. "It's messy, clingy, and gorgeous . Just like me~"

"I agree with the first two things," Jigen said. He grinned back at Lupin, still listening as Goemon tried to hide his laughter in the hallway. "Should we get ‘em?"

" Of course , my dear gunman. You ready?" Lupin said. Jigen nodded.

He stood from his spot beside the couch, brushing a mixture of dust and glitter off his pants. He flicked his wrists, and held up two more glitter bombs between his fingers. "Oh, Goe~ "

The laughter from the hallway abruptly stopped, and both of them tiptoed as they listened for a response.

"Don’t you dare —" he said.

Footsteps could be heard traveling down the hallway, and a moment later two more pairs pursued. Goemon shrieked the moment a toy dart hit him in the back, scrambling to open a door before Lupin could throw a bomb. He opted for cutting it down instead, deciding the house would be destroyed with the glitter anyway. Unfortunately, he was too late. The moment the wood slipped apart, an explosion went off behind him. It felt like an eternity before the glitter actually struck, the heat of the explosion and the scent of the glue being his only warning. His first priority was to protect Zantetsuken. He hugged it to his chest, and dived through the doorway as he was covered head-to-toe. The glitter in this bomb was forest green. It left his body stiff, and his hair plastered forward to press against his cheeks. Lupin and Jigen giggled behind him, nudging his feet with their own as they did so.

"Holy shit ," Lupin said. "I'm a genius."

Goemon stood up. He glared at the both of them, trying in vain to push hardened pieces of hair behind his shoulders. "This is not funny," he said. "You could have tarnished Zantetsuken."

"We didn't, did we?" Lupin asked. He was partially covered in glitter himself, his pants and dress shirt two-toned and shimmery. "You two started it, so you can't complain."

Jigen leaned against Lupin's shoulder, wiping the tears from his eyes. "The way you dived ," he said. "You even cut the door."

Goemon's blush was bright and noticeable. He gripped Zantetsuken, holding it out as if to draw it. "I had no other choice," he said. "You teamed up on me."

"Alliances are easily broken," Lupin said. "There's no honor among thieves, right?"

"Right," Goemon and Jigen stared at the final glitter bomb. They seemed to look between their boss, and each other, carrying out a silent conversation.  "Ready?"

Lupin began to back away, his hands held up in front of him. "Ready for what exactly?"

Goemon and Jigen approached him shoulder-to-shoulder. They opened and closed their hands, staring at the bomb. "For us to get our revenge," Jigen said. He held up three fingers and ticked them down one-by-one. When he finished he said, " Get him !"

They pounced in unison, diving for their leader in one big arch. Lupin barely had enough time to scramble out of the way, trying and failing to get the bomb back in his sleeve so they couldn't get it. They hit him at the same time, and together, the three of them crashed to the ground. Jigen grabbed the bomb from his hand, and tossed it in the air after hitting the small ignite button.

" Wait —" Lupin tried to cover his face, but his partners held him down. They smiled at him like rabid animals, laughing as Lupin struggled. "You guys ."

The glitter bomb exploded. It showered each of them in bright blue glitter, but most of all Lupin, who was painted from the top of his head to the tops of his feet. Goemon and Jigen were similarly camouflaged, colorful and glistening in the now-swinging hallway light. Their wallpaper was absolutely ruined, and the hardwood floors beneath them would need to be stripped and redone completely.

"Okay, okay. That's enough," Lupin said. "You guys win!"

They let him go, but none of them got up. Instead, they flopped onto their backs and admired their handiwork, lying with Lupin in the middle. They laughed, the sound lasting for several minutes.

"I think we need a new hideout," Jigen said, voice hitching with barely suppressed laughter. He held his hands in front of his face, picking off glitter and half-dried pieces of glue. "And showers."

"God, I pity the shower drain," Lupin said. He rubbed at his eyes, and frowned when it didn't get rid of the glitter. "I'll get us a hotel for the night if we want."

Both of them nodded.

"And sushi," Goemon said. "I deserve it after what you tried to do to Zantetsuken."

"Look what you did to my hat ," Jigen pulled off his fedora, trying his best to brush off the glitter. It didn't budge. "How am I ever going to get this off?"

"Good luck?" Lupin said. "Sorry guys, I think this means we're ruined forever. Damned to walk the Earth shimmery and noticeable."

"Will this come out of my hair ?" Goemon asked. "What kind of glue did you use?"

Lupin shrugged. "Whatever was on hand. It's supposed to be fast-acting."

"If I have to cut my hair—" Goemon said. He gestured toward Zantetsuken, but made no actual effort to grab it.

Lupin nudged both of his partners. "Hey, hey. We had fun, didn't we? Let's worry about the rest later."

"But my hair —"

"I'll help you wash it out," Lupin said. He waggled his eyebrows. "The bathroom's big enough for three, you know."

Jigen sat up. He looked down at Lupin, his face deadpan. "Really? We're covered in glitter, and you're flirting ?"

"Can you blame me?" Lupin asked. "It was a perfect set up. Plus, I happen to think you're both very attractive ."

"If you're attracted to Christmas trees maybe," Jigen said. "But whatever floats your boat, I guess."

Lupin sat up to meet Jigen, and a moment later, Goemon followed suit. "I'm attracted to both of you," he threw his arms around his partners, pulling them in close. He grinned. "Covered in glitter or not."

"You're ridiculous," Goemon said. He blushed, and hid his face in Lupin's shoulder. "Absolutely pathetic ."

"Aw, I love you too, Goe," Lupin said. He laughed, and slouched his shoulders happily. "Shall we?"

"Only if you promise not to plot your revenge," Jigen said. "We won that one, fair and square."

Lupin saluted the gunman, crossing his heart with his hand. "Scout's honor," he said. "Now let's go ."

They stood up in unison, still standing in the hallway as a group. They walked to the bathroom somewhat awkwardly, not willing to break their contact. It was rare for them to act on their relationship as a group, and besides a few specific situations, moments like this were few and far between. It was nice.

"We gotta do this more often," Lupin said as he opened the bathroom door. They stepped inside, and Lupin instantly started to strip. " Especially if it ends up like this."

"Pathetic," Goemon said. He ignored the master thief, and looked at Jigen pleadingly. "I believe he's a lost cause."

Jigen laughed, the sound rich and hearty. He tugged off his soiled jacket, and watched as glitter fluttered to stain the tiles. "You know you love him," he said. "Plus, I don't think we're any better."

Goemon smiled softly. He nodded his head, and began to untie his obi. "Perhaps you are right," he said. "But maybe that's not such a bad thing."

[hen-of-letters]

@spnprideweek day one: flags

This little ficlet for #spnprideweek is brought to you by my big, non-binary bisexual love for this beautiful fandom, and my desire to fix that moment in 'Baby' when Cas indulges Dean by saying "werepire", but Dean doesn't hear him and Cas doesn't know. It ended up getting a bit long, so there's more under the cut or over on AO3. Thanks!

Dean's at Pride, and feeling a rising level of discomfort.

It's not the fact that he's wearing eyeliner in public for the first time in his forty-two years. Hell, he'd been wanting to do that ever since he was a kid, dreaming of being a rock star. The covers of music magazines in gas station racks had been windows on a world free from the brutally narrow definition of what his Dad meant when he told him to "be a man". Gradually, though, he'd learned what is gloriously apparent today under the hot June sun: that there are as many ways of being a man as there are men.

It's not because the sleeveless white t-shirt he's wearing is somewhat snug. (The heat had made him shed his pink, purple and blue plaid shirt - the one he'd worn today because Claire always called it his 'bi flannel' - and tie it around his waist.) He and Cas are both wearing a little of their contentment on their waistlines these days, and he believes Cas when he says that he adores his body because he means it when he says the same to Cas.

It's not the big, heart-shaped sticker slapped on his chest, which is striped in the colours of the bisexual pride flag in a way that's much less subtle than the flannel. Dean's always known that he wasn't only into chicks, but putting a name to it is new. Dean's had jobs and Dean's had roles, but having an identity had always seemed like a luxury well beyond Dean's means. Now he's not constantly running for his life, though, he has the breathing room to figure himself out. And he's good with this part of himself. More than good.

It's not the two flags that are padding the pockets of his jeans. One, he'd bought for Cas: it's striped in pale pink, pale blue and white. Earlier, he'd gone with Cas when he'd met up with some friends he'd met online (having managed to get past all the cats this time). The ex-angel had found that discussing their experiences of being trans had helped him feel happy in the body that had become his own. Dean could only feel immense gratitude for the way Cas' face had lit up afterwards when he'd talked about how he was creating himself, becoming himself, and embracing the human condition of change.

Dean hopes that the gift of the trans pride flag will show Cas that Dean understands and loves him, and the same is true for the other flag, which he'd picked up for Jack. It's yellow, white, purple and black. Dean had had to do a little research when Jack had used the term non-binary - it's amazing how the world can move on while you're living in an underground bunker. He'd kept on researching, too, after he'd learned the basics. Maybe he was still figuring himself out. Maybe there was more to discover about himself, and wasn't that fantastic?

Jack is wandering around somewhere with Claire and Kaia. Jody and Donna are here, too, with Alex and Patience. Adam and Michael have probably partied their way through fifty international pride parades by now, but they should be meeting up with everyone else later. Sam and Eileen are not far away. Eileen was the one who's slapped the bi pride sticker on Dean's chest - with unnecessary force, if you asked Dean. She'd grinned at him, showed off the identical sticker on her own chest, and said, with a suitably cheesy wink, "we need to stick together". He remembered the moment he'd nervously asked her the sign for 'bisexual', and when she'd shown him - the letter signs for 'b' and 'i' - she'd added, "me too," and Dean had scooped her up into a crushing hug.His love for his family is endless, and them all being here is definitely not why he's uncomfortable.

And it's not the body glitter freckling his cheeks and his shoulders with gold, although his feelings might change by the time he tries to remove it tonight. He'd been gilded with it when he'd been dancing up a storm with a group of drag queens. They'd admired his eyeliner - a deep brown shot through with gold along his upper lashes - but winked and said it was "a little subtle for Pride". As soon as Dean had seen the tube of glitter, he'd yelled "hell yes!" and even managed to hold still long enough to be coated in the stuff before moving his body to the beat again. Although he's sure his feet will be aching later, so far his favourite cowboy boots are not the source of his discomfort.

It's not the bright pink feather boa, either, which he'd acquired from the same source as the glitter, when he'd been sent off with a kiss to the cheek and the words "be bold, honey!" He'd expected the boa to tickle or irritate, but for some bizarre reason the sensation of feathers around his shoulders and the back of his neck feels incredibly comforting and reassuring. He feels warm and safe and oh. Oh.

As that particular realisation sweeps over him, Dean tightens his hold on Cas. He's standing behind him with his right hand on Cas' hip, and his left arm is up over his shoulder and wrapped around his chest. His hand is splayed out, at once putting his silver wedding band on display and somehow attempting to conceal Cas from the eyes of his many admirers (and, well, good luck with that. Cas is incredibly beefy these days).

Which brings us to the source of Dean's discomfort; to the thing that's deepening the furrow in his brow and the dimples beside his pursed lips: namely, the sheer number of guys hitting on Cas.

It's not like Dean can blame them. Cas' muscular frame is wrapped in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt bearing the Led Zeppelin 1975 tour logo. The short sleeves show off the floral tattoos trailing down his left arm. Cas is wearing a rainbow-coloured enamel belt buckle and, because he's determined to be the death of Dean, black cowboy boots. Before they'd left, Dean hadn't been able to resist grabbing a black kohl pencil and smudging a little along Cas' upper and lower lashes. And, okay, maybe Cas' wide-eyed bewilderment every time he's flirted with is vaguely amusing. But when Dean is right here? Not cool.

Right on cue, here's another one. From over his husband's shoulder, Dean levels his very best glare at the guy. It's a look that can stop a demon dead in its tracks. A vampire would tremble. A werewolf would wet itself. But one young gay guy with a few drinks in him? Totally unaffected. Like the others, he's all smiles and understanding when Cas politely, if awkwardly, waves him away. (Literally. With a final dorky little wave goodbye.)

Dean realises that he's moved his right arm around Cas' waist, so now Dean is wrapped around Cas like some kind of koala/octopus hybrid. An octoala? A koctopus? Definitely koctopus. Heh.

Dean snorts at the thought, which is somewhat unfortunate, given that his face is right next to Cas' ear. Cas flinches and turns his head around to fix him in a squinty glare.

"Koctopus?" Dean says, apologetically.

Cas narrows his eyes further and tilts his head to the side.

"Um, the way I was wrapped around you. I was like a cross between a koala and an octopus."

Dean nudges Cas. "So what does that make me? C'mon, you know you wanna say it."

Cas just tilts his head a bit further to the side, either in confusion or outright despair. Dean has untangled himself from Cas and stepped back, and looks down at the ground, suddenly self-conscious.

Dean feels Cas' hand on his shoulder, and then it smooths over his back, finding the back of his neck underneath the boa. Whatever his shape, Cas' touch has the exact same effect on Dean. He looks up into the impossibly blue eyes of his husband.

"You're a very glittery," Cas begins, softly, "and very beautiful," one corner of his mouth lifts, and then he purses his lips together, trying to hold back the smile, "koctopus."

The corners of his eyes are crinkled. He's not amused by the joke, Dean knows, just absurdly pleased to be saying something he knows will make Dean happy. Of course Dean knows that Cas loves him, knows the whole cosmic-realm-crossing magnitude of it, but in little moments like this, he's floored by it. Dean can't help his sudden exhale or the massive grin that breaks across his face. He wraps his husband up in hug that they hold for a good long moment, before Dean leans back to kiss Cas.

No one had ever explained to Dean how difficult it is to kiss someone when you can't stop smiling. He'd never had that problem before Cas, but now it's practically a daily occurrence. It's a menace because kissing Cas is one of Dean's favourite pastimes. Now, they trade little pecks between wide, toothy grins, until passion takes over and the kisses become heavier.

It takes someone wolf-whistling for them to part, and then they're back to grinning and staring into each others' eyes, until Dean spots something on Cas' face. And something else. And something else. In fact, there's something all over Cas, and that something is gold glitter. It's on his face, his hands, his Zeppelin shirt, and even in his hair. Dean runs his fingers through the unruly curls - Cas has been wearing his hair longer lately - in an attempt to shake it out, but only deposits more glitter into Cas' locks.

"Oops," Dean says, "I kinda glitter bombed you there. It's all over your shirt, too. Sorry, Sunshine."

He doesn't sound terribly sorry.

"This is your shirt, Dean."

"Aw, man."

He does sound a little sorry now, but his future laundry woes are forgotten when Cas presses another kiss to his pouting lips. They're forgotten again when something across the crowd catches Dean's eye.

"Oooh," Dean exclaims as he drags Cas towards the stall he's spotted.

It's selling cowboy hats in every configuration of colour imaginable, and Dean is practically jumping on the spot excitement. Cas looks his husband up and down, slowly.

"You think your outfit's lacking accessories?" he deadpans.

"Yup," is Dean's gleeful reply, "and so's yours."

Cas' groan is lost to the noise of the crowd and the beat of the music, so no-one will ever know if it was one of protest or defeat. He does, in fact, end up wearing a black cowboy hat with a rainbow band, so if it was protest then it was highly ineffective. Dean's has a pink crown, purple band and blue brim, and he's carrying another black one with a band in the non-binary flag colours for Jack. Cas admits that Jack's going to love it.

"Damn, this is awesome," Dean says as they head back to meet up with the rest of their family.

Walking hand in hand with Cas, Dean's thoughts wander. Dean could kick his younger self for every time he'd called someone gay or a girl as a way of saying they were weak. Because all he can see in the people around him is strength. He grins again, giddy with the atmosphere of defiant joy. All around him is everything he'd spent his life fighting to protect: freedom, family, and love. Holding his husband's hand a little tighter, he's grateful that in the end he gets to have both: freedom and peace.

[frog-with-no-therapy]

Also I would imagine he would sometimes help other super heroes

Not cause he respect them or idolize them or sm (in fact he is a bit bitter about how none of his loved ones was saved by them, not his parents not his uncle not his aunt not Gwen, not even himself. he knows it's not logical but still)

It's also not because he is turning a new leaf or anything, but because he need the universe to be at a certain level of peace for him to continue inventing and researching and stealing materials and all of that

Also I would imagine his public villain skemes are mostly just ridiculous pranks, just stuff he does to have some fun and change his pace (his aunt probably told him before dying to not let her death affects him. To live and accept and move on and be a kid and have fun and continue being a good kid. He failed the moving on part, and the being a good kid part is up to debate, but he would like to at least do one of the things she told him to. And if that meant stalking superheroes/villains to get unflattering pictures of them and sharing it, or putting glitter bombs in random places with riddles for heroes to solve, or having his spider-bots scaring the ever loving hell out of some arachnophobic heroes/villains , or just trying his new invention on some of them, then oh well. It's not like these things will stick once he finally reverse time)

As for the not so public ones? The ones he tries to keep under radar? It's mostly just him stealing other scientists research and work in order to see if it can help him with his goals. Also stealing some blueprints and codes from Tony for his spider-bots. Don't worry, he makes sure to leave them a small notes telling them he won't pass it as his own, cause he is a professional and professionals have standards

His biggest problem is not having self esteem in his works, since most have something stolen to help make them. He doesn't really see them as fully his or as something he made because he was capable of, he simply see it as him just plucking pieces of puzzles and adding them together to make a picture, not making the pieces himself (at least for his more computery invention, cause he is more of a chemistry guy. With that being said he doesn't apply anything he steals without him fully understanding how and why it works)

Someone please write a mad scientist peter parker

I need a fic or even just drabbles or anything, otherwise it won't leave my head and I won't be able to study and I can't afford that

Like, the idea of peter turning evil? And the fact it's not spiderman who is the scary one, but nerdy peter parker with his biochemistry and physics skills and his ability to think fast and outside the box? CAN NO ONE SEE THE APPEAL????

And its just so perfect, cause he is really smart and have a good origin and more than enough reasons to be a villain, and the best part is he doesn't see himself as a villain. He is, in his eyes, a necessary evil.

And with him not going around every night to fight bad guys and get hurt cause he is holding back, he will have plenty of time to make gadgets for himself and his plans will be brutal and deadly (cause, again, the mean justify the end, right?)

Like, I already have many ideas for him, like uncle Ben dying a year before his time Infront of peter and not being able to deliver his "with great power comes great responsibility", cause it wasn't needed (which is a really big factor in making peter parker the spiderman we know. It turned him from a childish brat to a hero)

Aunt may being sick and him leaving school to take care of her, maybe even getting a job (he can do online schooling, and probably just graduate early) him trying to study more and more of chemistry and pharmacy and anything that can help him help her, staying up at night reading Bruce's papers and a bit of Richard's too

Him trying and almost reaching a solution, except it's too late and now he has an empty house full of useless papers that were another mark of his failure, yet falling back into studying and researching anything to keep the illusion that everything's ok, and to distract himself from the loneliness

Him one day just decide to simply not accept what happened, and to find a way to get back his family. A time machine. He just need to make some kind of time machine and get back and boom, his life is good once again and he will make sure it stays that way

Also the whole time machine idea would explain him not having apathy or not being against killing and hurting others, why would he, when he know for sure everything will just go back to how it was? (And it has to go back, he refuses to even think about any other possibility. And maybe him killing few people is a reminder that he can't quit one day, a reminder that now he have more lives to fix and heal)

[r0zez-in-bl00m]

~ 𝓒𝓻𝓾𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 ~

Looking more like a boy

🍎 Epel x fem!reader (fluff) WORD COUNT : : 1.5k

Description- Epel loves his beloved very much, even though they look more manly than him. But what happens when he tries to become more manly himself?

Epel loved (y/n) more than anything he ever had loved before, not only him but his lover knew that too. The whole Pomefiore dorm did, Vil was very happy to see them together though he would comment on one flaw every time this topic was brought up in his presence.

 Only one thing's wrong in their wild relationship, is the perplexity of finding out which one of them is a boy or a girl. God, (y/n) always had to assure him that not to get so overboard on these pathetic matters, but that guy wouldn't have it. Epel gets so angry when someone confuses him with a girl while he's somewhat embarrassed that his girlfriend was so strongly built.

 Even Mr. Vargas sometimes gave an example of her to teach the students to build muscles, Vargas rarely compliments someone else other than his egocentric self on the concept of muscles. But (y/n) begs to differ on that matter. "Mr. Vargas is more female following, I guess." 

 Insecurity is highly available in the love market. Epel dragged, literally dragged, away (y/n) when some delinquent/ jock randomly flipped his arm on her during Magift practice. Be prepared for a long lecture in a very cute voice by the little apple, pun intended. Expecting a change in accent when he started talking was crucial. 

 "Why?! Out of all people . . ." "Ain't I enough for ya?! You don't like me because I ain't muscular?"

 Then there were coddling moments, (y/n) crushed Epel into a hug," God, my idiot boyfriend . . . if I liked muscular guys would I go out with you in the first place?"

 The girl teased him a lot though for his switch in accent. "You sound like a little lion sometimes. . . Kingscholar would be jealous." The apple boy blushed a lot with (y/n) whispering in his ear or touching his face.

 To match her girlfriend in every way Epel tries a little too much than expected.

 One day while experimenting in the laboratory along with Jack Howl for their assessment Epel was multi-tasking with another book hidden under his desk and reading the book which was based on magical pharmaceuticals for the second-year level.

 By chance, Jack spotted the book and scolded him for cheating. Immediately Epel got a switch in his persona and was bomb-barding over the 192cm wolf with his southern comments while spilling his beans at the moment. 

 "You're trying to make a potion that will make you more muscular?" Jack muttered in disbelief, he couldn't fathom at first that why would a cute Pomefiore require such a potion in the first place.

 Epel, being Epel, switched to his regular façade in an instant and was stammering like mad as a hatter. "Oh, !-! I-it's just . . . so t-that I can look a b-bit . . . more masculine... f-for her." It wasn't hidden from anyone that (y/n) (l/n) and Epel were dating but Jack never expected him to go this far to read and understand a high-level medicine book. Jack merely scratched his head, confused about what to say next, "I think Vil-Senpai once told me that taking a body development potion can cause a lot of strain to the body as well as the mind. . ." Epel had his head down, pressed against the desk, "I know that! It's just it's kinda weird that (y/n) looks more like a man than me." 

 Feeling like a good puppy that Jack is he decided to help Epel with the potion considering that it was of vast complexity (and we know that our Tsundere puppy would never admit that he is doing this by heart lol).

    All afternoon Jack and Epel spent their time researching and putting all sorts of herbs and potions into the cauldron. "Epel, focus closely on how the color changes. We don't want to create trouble for ourselves." Jack instructed while putting another herb as designated in the book. Epel nodded," Understood."

 Slowly the color started to fade into a vicious color of red, thick and rich. Jack and Epel both peered down to take a closer look. As the book said it would be welcoming at first glance yet the trick of the potion was to figure out which part was truthful. It hadn't yet been figured out that when was it best to consume the potion. Many theories were concocted for its usage; 'drink it when it turns out a bit bluish', 'it'll smell like rotten eggs at first,' 'don't drink if it's still milk-white,' such and such. 

 "How will we figure out that the potion is drinkable yet-"Jack said, he turned his head only to be at the verge of losing it. Epel was already gorging on the drink, the liquid falling on the floor at each gulp. "E-Epel?! What are you d-doing?" But by then it was already too late. 

 The potion was all gone and all was left was to see if their hard work bore any fruit. Laughter broke out a minute later. "Jack!! I can feel the power surging in me . . . . God, it's amazing!" Jack was baffled, then knowing that everything was alright smirked a little at their success. But then something struck him, Isn't potion supposed to make him taller? Then why is he shrinking... 

 His realization was as late as ever. A poof of purple smoke surrounded Epel and within the blink of an eye . . . vóila! The apple had turned into a cat; A pretty cute one to be exact.

 His eyes were big with their same blue irises and were staring adoringly/in confusion at Jack. "Meow?" Jack took it as 'what the hell happened?' As much as he wanted to lecture Epel the Cat, he couldn't. Stan cuteness.

 Jack cursed the time he decided to be a good puppy and help Epel out, now he was in big trouble than anyone could anticipate. The terrifying image of (y/n) wrathful face started to haunt him, he was sure that Epel had the same thoughts. With swift arms Epel was under Jack's protection, they both headed towards the hall of mirrors to the Pomefiore dorm.

 But but but . . . the goddess of fate had taken a little vacation. In their hurried state they were spotted by the person they both least wanted to see right now.

 "Hey, Jack!!!" 

 "Goddamn it!!" Jack muttered angrily, this couldn't have been the worst time to be killed right now. (y/n) approached him at an unprecedented speed Jack could've reciprocated. He was done for. "What up bro—oh who's this?" (y/n) gazed at Epel with the same affection she would give him when he, you know, is not busy as a cat.

 The girl patted the cat's head, "Is this your pet, Jack?" (y/n) asked. His face flushed red at that question alone, so did Epel's, but in this case, it was his snout. "Uh . . . no . . . (y/n). It's not my pet. . ." Jack stammered, and hard. That day was no good for him. "It's not yours? Then maybe Ruggie's? I've seen him quite getting along with Lucius," the never-ending string of cat-related questions continued with Jack stammering like a fool and Epel losing his shit.

 Finally, in anger, he leaped in (y/n)'s arms. The girl was taken back a bit but materialized because of Epel's soft purring. "It's strange. . . Epel does the same when he's having a rough time. Burying his face in my arms then falling asleep," (y/n) laughed. "Which reminds me . . . have you seen him anywhere?"

 Be prepared to see a dying Jack any minute. 

 A guy, then, approached the group in a hurry, "(y/n)! Vice prez of Octavinelle is looking for you." 

While being dragged away (y/n) called out to tell her if he gets to know anything about Epel do let her know. God bless the anonymous dude who unintentionally saved Jack Howl from being slaughtered. Epel looked relieved too, that and a little triumphant purr.

 Then their venture towards Pomefiore continued. Upon reaching everyone in that glittering dorm showered Epel the Cat with love which was already less required but was, later on, were saved by Vil Schoenheit.

 Jack ushered Vil into a corner with Epel still secured in his arms and narrated the story from top to bottom.

 "YOU WHAT?!" Nobody could understand why their simply composed dorm leader lost his cool all of a sudden.

 Vil already made plans to clear out his afternoon to lecture Jack and Epel thoroughly tomorrow for causing this blunder, but Epel Felmier had to be saved. That night Jack again spent his entire time looking through the potions book with Vil brewing the antidote. Never in his life, Jack went through so much Alchemy and he swore that whatever happened next he wouldn't touch a single Alchemy book (unless it's a test then we can't sue the wolf).

 But one thing was final that he was going to do something lurid to Epel as soon as he gets back to normal, or he isn't Savnnaclaw.

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